"Yeah, and a partridge in a pear tree." Peter said waving away the whole to Tony thing, it wasn't that important, there where two of him too, it was all really confusing was what he was trying to say. "I mean if anyone stands a shot it's them?" He tried hopefully, because well it had been almost three months and they hadn't figured it out but you know Peter wasn't ready to give up hope totally yet, he was just very aware that time was passing and they were still here.
"I know," Peter said with a sigh, "I know they're gonna worry, that's what parents do." Of course they did, how could they not? But he didn't have a good answer for Miles when it came to how long it'd take.
"I don't - I don't know, man. We're trying, but I don't think there's even really been a good answer for why we got pulled here in the first place let alone a time line to get us home." It had been a lot simpler with Fisk, they knew what had caused it and they had a fairly simple way to reverse it and get everyone back where they belonged, but this - there was no accelerator, no big bad to fight, no goober that was going to make it all right. They were stuck.
"I'm sorry, Miles." This was the last thing he wanted for Miles.