[Parker]: Mister Stark...?
{Stark turns to look at Peter, both seeing Parker's hands and arms starting to disintegrate.}
[Stark]: (softly) No...
{Stark awkwardly moves forward, hampered by his stab-injury from Thanos.}
[Parker]: {disintegrating fast} Tell Aunt M-
{Stark stumbles forward, trying to grasp Parker with both arms, only to pass right through Parker, scattering the faux-ash of Parker into the air.}
{Stark pitches forward to the ground from his inertia.}
{Close-up of Stark on his knees, opening his hands to reveal nothing, not even the faux-ash.}
{Camera pans outward slowly, showing Stark's anguish.}