Pete and Pete
“Are you serious?” Well that was concerning. Peter’s brow furrowed with worry as he considered that. People appeared here with no rhyme or reason behind it, and disappeared without a trace, just the same? How was that...not more concerning? How were they sure something worse wasn’t happening? Maybe Peter just has bad experiences with people disappearing into thin air but - man, he’d never wish it on anyone.
“I don’t have any money,” Peter admits with a half-shrug. He didn’t have much of anything, actually - he’d come through with the Iron Spider suit overtop of his regular suit, and not much else. He didn’t even have his phone (not that it would have worked here, but now he didn’t even have any pictures of May). “That’s really cool, though. Have you always wanted to open up a pizza joint?”
Staying with Tony was - interesting. Peter was still trying to wrap his head around Tony being alive to decipher how he felt about living with him and Captain Rogers, and the girl he hadn’t officially met yet besides seeing the retreat of a full head of blonde hair.
“I might just have to go get myself a slice.” Peter couldn’t help but smile then; for a moment, maybe, he didn’t feel so alone. Someone from home - his actual home, not just people he knew - well, that was the last thing he was expecting to find here. “How close did you get?”
The sense of contentment dissipates in less than a second after Peter explains himself, and Peter - he’s not the best at hiding his feelings. He goes from happy to alarmed, then afraid - grip on his fork rigid. “How did you know my name?”
Look, he’s had a long couple days, and nobody warned him. How could he be expected to believe “Peter”? He was Peter B Parker.