Peter was dozing, not quite asleep when Carol finally showed up again, announcing that it was his turn in the shower before she joined him on the bed. She looked like she'd made good use of the facilities, looking comfortable in her robe and towel turban - how did women do that thing, he'd always wondered, even when MJ managed it he never could quite figure it out.
"Oh yeah, room service is a must - something not cooked over a camp fire would be amazing." Sure it was fine for what they were dealing with, and being fed at all was better than starving, but Peter was itching for some real food again, it was part of why he'd started his pizza making plan, but that was going to take a little time to work out fully, so until then room service was absolutely the way to go.
Pushing himself up Peter found the menu and tossed it on the bed beside Carol. "Look through that see if they have anything worth ordering." He was sure they did, what hotel didn't have at least something that was considered passable on the menu?
"I'll be back." He announced, after all he'd gotten up and if he wasn't going to be laying back enjoying the bed he was definitely going to be in the shower. And that was exactly what he did - Peter had maybe spent a lot of time in the shower back at home, but this was something different, this wasn't crying in the shower for hours which he absolutely did not do - it was luxuriating in the pure bliss that was functional plumbing and hot water heaters. God this was absolutely something they needed to get to work on back in Starklandia, pizza was all well and good but they needed hot water heaters. He'd have to talk to Tony about that when they got back. But for now there was the shower, he scrubbed down every inch of himself and his hair and then repeated the entire process until even he felt like he didn't have a good excuse to be in there any longer. And only then did Peter eventually find his way back out again, in the other provided robe but minus the towel on top of his head.