“Nothing wrong with wanting room to spread out,” Scott mused, tucking into his burger. A glob of ketchup dribbled out the other end, but he was quick to mop it up with a few fries. “And I bet they’ll want a familiar place to stay when they visit. Or if another version of them comes along--who knows with this universe, right?” The last few weeks had seemed pretty stable, but the casual way Peter had rattled off the different versions of people that had worked for Tony had reminded him just how unstable it could be.
He took a long, pensive pull on his beer. “Anything stopping you from taking a joyride? Or did you mean getting out there like.. back into the pirate game?”