Peter was a bit startled when Tony kind of looked at him and asked why. Why what? He could only give his sort of mentor a very confused look. Why the junkyard? That was probably what Tony meant. He rubbed his jaw slightly before just shrugging.
"Because I'm poor? I don't know what you want me to say, Mr. Stark. I mean I've pretty much always worked with this type of stuff. Okay, I'm not like poor poor, but like I wasn't going to just waste Aunt May's money on things like this. Why should I? People throw away perfectly good stuff all the time! And I don't just have like the resources you do. You know. I mean not that having resources is bad or anything, Mr. Stark."
He winced slightly before rubbing his eyes. "Just- just give me a moment. I will be right back." Peter bolted up off the bed and out of the room. His footsteps could be heard as he pretty much ran to get himself pain meds and a coke. Soon enough he was plopping himself back down on the bed and downing half the coke to wash down the handful of pain meds. He was starting to wonder if a headache was just his senses adjusting to all the bad going on in Salem.