Maybe. Maybe it was just a Peter thing, a spider-person thing, finding comfort in the shared experience of spider-people, knowing the true weight of with great power comes great responsibility and living it every day. Sure Peter had been doing it for longer than most of the other spider-people he'd met but you know it was still a comfort, a reminder of who he'd once been and who he could still be.
"A laptop, cool, cool, cool, cool." He nodded seeing a little more clearly what Tony was working with now that he had an idea of the end goal. "Sure, that makes sense, it wouldn't be great to run out of what power we've got going on by wasting it on things we probably don't need." Like washing machines and things that Peter very much appreciated as part of a modern life. A modern life he was missing very much.
"Oh you know, just kind of...." He trailed off and shrugged, "I guess I'm just kind of looking for something to do, some way to help out? My first thought was laundry, which is terrible, it's the worst of all the chores and everyone hates it, but man the suit - it just holds everything in, and you've gotta wash that thing, and mine is just ripe, and I'll be honest I don't know exactly what I'm hoping for. I could probably scrounge together enough scrape to make one myself, but you know I prefer just building goobers, not big machinery. Not like a spider-copter or something like that." Which he was definitely not jealous over and wasn't bringing up now in a terrible display of word vomit after realizing that his initial reason for setting out was probably spectacularly stupid. But that was Peter B Parker for you, always stepping just right in it.
"Do you need a hand?" He finished finally, having run himself out for the moment, though the likelihood of starting back up again felt perilously close.