Well one minute you're fighting a crazed cyborg with an over-sized, thick steel skull who thinks he's Al Capone, and the next you're being poked and prodded by aliens in an unknown part of the galaxy. I'm also assuming, based on what the K'Ar have told me and provided, that I don't need to hide my identity.
I'm going to go ahead and say this isn't the weirdest thing that's ever happened, but it's up there.
So I'm Peter, Peter Parker. I'm still trying to get my bearings a bit, but apparently I'm going to need to find a job and a house. Also, a pizza place. I'm craving pizza.