Spider-Man, Spider-Man, doin' whatever the heck they can
Peter seemed oblivious for the first few seconds, and then the poor guy seemed panicked. That wasn't helping. Miles un-camouflaged himself, sitting on the bar with his hood pulled up over his head and shaking his head and looking wide-eyed and scared. "Well, I am here. I didn't know where else to go around here! Where are we, anyway??" He looked around again, not recognizing anyone except for Pete and Gwen. Though there was something about this place that was....odd. His senses were very tingly.
"This isn't New York, is it?" Miles looked back at Parker. "Since when were you a bartender?" He frowned, confused by the entire situation. "And is Gwen even old enough to drink?? No, she's not. She's like, ,my age, man!"