"Hey, man, it's good to see you!" Peter looked his friend, realized that this was one of the few people in this reality who said they knew him, who'd said that they were friends..... and Peter felt it right away. Maybe there are some people that you click with in any reality, Peter thought. A very brief shadow crossed his face as he looked at the two young men in front of them. He couldn't help but the think about how screwed up Peter and Ned..... and well himself and Gamora and Nebula, too many kids in the world had been forced to fight and kill and sometimes even die for adults whose job its was to protect them. We'll just make sure they don't have to figure it out alone, that's for damn sure, Peter thought.
"So dude, you know I can't give a zero aliens guarantee, but I can promise you that it's 99.9 % that she," Peter gestured toward Gamora, "Won't lay eggs in your chest." He grinned.
"Before we head in and start firing up the engines," Peter pointed at Gamora and Ned, "You two, you gotta' get code names. Seriously, man. It's just how we roll in this whole superhero, save the world gig, right Peter? You can't get the t-shirt and the entry codes and the special handshake unless you got a code name."