Peter did keep busy. He needed to keep his hands doing something, especially when he needed to feel useful. Since coming there, Peter had felt rather behind the times. They had the Doctors, Tony Stark (two Tony Starks), they had the smarts and the tech, and this wasn't a big enough world to need an abundance of that. He was bored, to say the least, and he liked feeling like he was helping.
Still, Peter was relatively happy there. The people were nice, and Tony seemed like a good leader. Which reminded him.
"I owe you an apology too," Peter offered, shaking Tony's hand and then dropping said hand back to his stomach, "I know we haven't really met, but that's partially my fault. Actually probably quite a bit my fault--I've been avoiding you. I have a bit of a tumultuous relationship with the Tony Stark in my world and I sort of projected that onto your name. Which isn't fair."
Peter shrugged, rubbing the back of his head as he watched him, "That's not who I like to be, and so I'm sorry I judged before knowing. You did well with that werewolf guy the other day. Handled this whole mess pretty good too, it would seem."