The raised eyebrow made Peter squirm on the spot a little bit. He knew that all of the other Avengers - or at least the ones that he'd fought with - and against - thought he was just a kid. Even Mr Stark thought he was a kid but at least Mr Stark saw the potential that Peter knew he had to be something awesome and be just as great as the others. Or something. He swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck when the handshake was over, eyes falling on where his backpack had fallen from the wall, nondescript, by the opening of the door where Frank had appeared from.
Okay. Well, it didn't look like he'd be changing anytime soon so he'd just have to pick it up and take it home and hope that his English homework hadn't been too crushed.
Why did everyone keep calling Mr Stark irresponsible? It wasn't irresponsible; he'd given him a suit which had so many cool gadgets and Karen. What more could he ask for? Other than to be an Avenger, of course, which Mr Stark was insistent would be a thing eventually but wasn't just yet and that was the most frustrating part of the whole thing because he was ready now.
"I- uh-" he touched his lip and then ran his tongue over it, wincing a little at the sting. "No- I fell off a bridge. Stopped myself with my face. Must have bitten through it." He looked at Frank with a boyish grin, "That would be awesome though, right? Super healing powers? I'd never have to lie to my aunt about how I got a bruise- when Captain America dropped a bridge on me I had to lie, which I don't really like doing and-" He realised he was rambling and cut himself off, looking down at the ground and rubbing a hand through his hair again. "Sorry."