As Tony recovered you noticed a huge difference in morale in the team. Everyone was happier, everything ran so much more smoothly and Tony hadn’t even done anything. And a vision came to you. Finally? You were able to see him, to try again to help. You did as you did last time, entering difficultly. When you were there you spoke to him again. “Peter... it’s really me, I promise.”
“Even if it is you, you wouldn’t want to be friends, I killed Tony and Clint,”
“No, Peter, Tony’s okay,” Peter went silent and reflected on this for a moment, “w-what?” Was all he could manage. You knelt down beside him and took him by the hands, breaking the chains with your mind, being in someone’s subconscious was great, you could control things without being at risk.
Peter looked up at you and looked in to your eyes, “you’re real?” You made a face, “yes, do I feel real, Peter?” He stepped towards you and kissed you just like that day when you “killed” him. He pulled away, “we have to get out of here, now, he’ll be back any minute.” You nodded and took him by the hand again, dragging him to where you had come from, wanting to drag him back through.