losingmymindtonight:

Whatever you do, don’t think about the fact that Tony’s probably grateful Peter dusted now. He’s grateful that it only took the kid a handful of seconds to go, instead of days of drawn out hunger pains and dry throat and, finally, a slow suffocation. It’s a comfort, in his final hours, that Peter’s already beyond his reach. Peter’s not in pain, not suffering.

Not like this, anyway.