Kate & Peter
Peter’s quick reflexes never seemed to come in handy more than when he had a drink in his hand. A cheerful Asgardian warrior had shoved a goblet of mead his way, and he turned a little too quickly with it. He stepped back from Kate - the person he’d accidentally elbowed - and caught his drink before it sloshed further.
"Holy crap. Sorry. That was close." Peter looked up at her, very grateful he hadn’t spilled his drink all over her dress. She was familiar from the network, but after everything that had gone down with Rogue and Remy, he’d hadn’t been sure how to act around the newcomers. He liked to think they could be trusted, but then again - he’d thought that of Mysterio too. "Hey. You’re at the Tower, right? I’m Peter. Parker."