Uhm...[His brow furrows and it's fairly obvious he's not sure how the group thing (or some other bits) are going to work out for him. He's pretty clearly interested though.] Uh...yeah. I mean--I--I figure I'm stuck here and---and everybody has been [He's got a lot of the nervous/undecided/thinking sort of tics going on that he cycles through unconsciously like brow furrowing, squinting, pressing his lips together, fiddling with glasses he doesn't really need but belonged to his dad, rubbing the back of his neck. Peter is, in general, a mass of fidget-y movement even when he's standing 'still'] great.
[Which has nothing to do with joining the defense force. He's having to be convinced, but he's doing his own convincing. While his words may be coming at the speed of a snail, his brain is working over time.]
I just--[Lips pursing] I just figure I can help and I'm [big swallow and lowering his voice] you know, special [Clearly he means the Spider-man thing, he's just not comfortable talking about it yet] for a reason so I ought to do something to help out.