Frank's eyebrows raised again. At least the two of them could telepathically agree that the extra year made no difference at all.
He reached out his hand to shake Peter's, not pulling it back when Peter did, his hand hovering awkwardly in the air between them. "Peter. Uh, yeah, Frank. Still Frank." The kid had a good grip. Which wasn't surprising, really.
Frank had done a lot of reading since he'd arrived here. He'd read about the Accords. He'd caught up on the shenanigans with the Avengers. He'd read about all of them. But obviously nothing had mentioned how old Spider Man was. This stupid fatherly instinct in him was kicking in hard, though. Goddamn, what was that?
"Oh, yeah, I don't know him. I just read about you all. I had no idea you were a kid. I can't believe how goddamn irresponsible he is-" Frank huffed, his fingers running through his hair again. "You're- kid, you're bleeding," he tagged on, gesturing to his own lip to point out the now re-opened wound. "No super healing powers, no?"