Tact wasn't something Peter had ever developed as a skill. His lack of social graces tended to make his mother worry herself into migraines which was why he usually just avoided interacting with people, stayed in the basement, and took whatever he wanted rather than trying to work for it. The idea of holding down a job at home? It was ludicrous to him. Peter couldn't fake being human for long enough to make it through a shift.
"Four years is a pretty long time. It would explain it, I guess. I mean, you're not as angry. You had a lot of anger going on every time I met you. The time at the Pentagon I kinda got it since they'd had you in this like plastic dungeon. No idea how long you were down there. I just know you seemed pretty excited to get out until you saw the Professor. Then he slugged you in the face. I'm pretty sure you deserved that one from what he said, but I don't really know. I do know you didn't hit him back which was good. I was planning on duct-taping your arms to your sides if you started throwing punches. It wouldn't have been personal. I just wanted to get out before we all wound up in a dungeon underneath the Pentagon. I mean, my mom would have been so mad if I'd gotten locked up in a government prison. Especially if it was because of you."
Peter blew out a breath in only mildly exaggerated fear of his mother's reaction. His mom had the ability to be really scary when she wanted to be. It wasn't a power thing either since she was human. It was just a mom thing.
"You were definitely angry during the Apocalypse thing. You almost destroyed the world. Sorry to say you did, but you did. If you hadn't decided to swap sides? Pretty sure we were going to have to kill you. That would have caused me some trauma, man, so I'm so glad you stopped being all crazy before we had to do that."