I don't know about you guys, but whenever I get upended in some other reality, have a bunch of SHIELD agents giving me the third degree (JUST KIDDING. You were all very courteous and kind. I mean, considering everything. Sorry about the you-know-what. It happens when people rush at me with guns. Reflex thing. And, man, does that probably sound really bad out of context.), and someone gives me a credit card, I feel like the next best thing is to go out and buy a pizza. Because pizza makes sense, pizza is comforting, and pizza is non-lethal.
So, uh. Hi. Hey. I'm Peter Parker. Anyone wanna tag along?