"Right." Peter offered, noting the way Tony's brow twitched up, suggesting a lengthy, judgmental stay had occurred. That was fine. Everything was fine. Moving between the flask and beakers, he began to flip a couple of levers here, and twist a few knobs there, turning some of the equipment off while he moved around the workshop, cleaning up where he could, then grabbing up a towel to wipe down his hands, looking back towards Tony once more.
"Spiders have to stick together you know, I feel like I owe them this one," He tossed the towel over his shoulder, and moved back towards Tony, turning up a brow, "And yea. Tony. Sorry, it's been awhile since we... well, not you I guess. Nevermind, not important. But do know that if I'm ever getting murdered it'll probably be screams of pure anguish, not joy, and it'd probably be me singing Holding Out for a Hero."
As Peter approached he held a hand out towards Tony, "I don't think you and I have really, formally, have truly talked. Save a couple nods here or there. I know I look like all of the other mes around here, but we're not all completely the same."