The sleeping beauty comment made a smirk tug at his lips, and he felt himself relax even if it was marginally. It was really good to see Peter again, and to know that he had been real, and he was okay. They were both alive and, even if Tony felt like absolute shit right now and could barely move in order to keep the pain at bay, that annoying beeping on the heart monitor at least reminded him that he was really alive.

"Mm, I don't think they gave me the really good stuff, probably just enough to tie me over." Either that, or he was just in that much pain. At this point it was really hard to tell, really. It was hard to figure out considering that just breathing was causing the pain on his chest to expand through him.

Instead of focusing on himself, though, he tried to focus on Peter. He was awake and talking, so that was good. That was really good. The kid himself looked like - well, like he had also walked out of Hell, and Tony's expression grew a little serious with concern. "How about you, you alright?"

Are you healing?, he almost asked, but now that he was alert and lucid... Had he dreamt that, or had that part been real, too?