"Talk about it? No." Peter was relieved when Tony didn't seem that annoyed; if anything, he seemed more willing to just pass by it, which wasn't entirely far off from Peter's own version of Tony Stark, but he still appreciated it and was happy to oblige, "I've... for the most part made my peace with it. Obviously, takes a second for me to get my wits and be trustful still, but yea. And no, not dead. Anymore. Kind of for a bit, it gets very, very confusing in my world sometimes."
Peter looked around the room for awhile, watching Tony make his way through it, brow raising, "If it helps, your alter ego is making plenty of strides to rectify a lot of bad things, frankly he's a pretty good guy and not someone I hate, I just don't trust--sorry, that's not worth talking about anymore. You're not him, and shouldn't be compared to him."
Peter nodded towards the chemicals, "I'm attempting to create a chemical that can break down our garbage here, to its more natural components, so the more unnatural stuff could be disposed of in some other way--I have an idea for that too, but might require a bit more equipment. Which I can hunt down, of course, but it's a start."
Parker shrugged and looked around the room, "How's Lupin doing?"