Peter Parker & Melinda Halliwell
Oh good. And now a pretty girl was talking to him. That was usually the opposite of helpful in making him not be awkward. "Yeah, kind of." Honestly, he was sort of regretting not just going back to the cabin after the fancy dinner. Or hunting down Morgan and seeing what sort of mischief he could get up to with a four year-old. Or the Doctor. Now he knew mischief.
"I'm Peter. Formal dances aren't really my thing." To say the least. At least he looked nice. He thought so, anyway. It was pretty nice of the dome to actually provide clothes because he would have been knocking on Mr. Stark's door begging for tuxedo help if it hadn't.