Logically, Tony knew what was coming the moment Peter realized he was here. Still, as the moment developed before his eyes, Tony realized he had no good counter-action.

"C'mon, kid. C'mere." His voice was quiet as it came out, and he had to force his heavy legs to move before he was closing the gap between them. He ruffled Peter's brown mop of hair as soon as he was within strike range before winding his arms around his back.