Peter wasn’t as visibly excited as Ned - he’d been to space before, and he’d died there - but he wasn’t about to let his best friend go alone. Exposure therapy was a thing, right? And besides, this would likely be a much more positive experience given that there wasn’t a genocidal alien on the loose. Peter had his web-shooters strapped on beneath the sleeves of his hoodie just in case.
"Hey guys," Peter greeted, stepping in behind Ned and grinning at his enthusiasm. "I gotta say...this is a lot cooler than the last spaceship I was in." And it was; the alien Tony had dubbed Squidward’s aircraft was cold and informal, but this almost looked like a home.