Tony/Carol
The image of Older Peter letting loose on the table tops was a strange one, and Tony wasn't all that sure he was into it. Maybe it was just a thing for him - whatever spider it was that walked into his life, he felt a little bit like he had to protect them and help them make the best decisions possible. Table dancing wasn't on the list of things he wanted for any Peter. And most definitely not for Gwen. He frowned a little, shook his head minutely.
"We had a god," Tony repeated, glancing down into his cup. "Ever heard of Thor? Or Asgard, I guess. He's from there. Bit theatrical, wears a cape. Carries around a magical hammer." It was hard to properly describe the guy without him actually being here, because he sounded a little bit like a joke, but just. Wasn't. "And Hulk is a man. Well, no. Bruce is the man. He turns into a giant rage monster. Can jump a mile without effort. Likes to smash things."