Peter shrugged vaguely. "Thanks. Quick reflexes, I guess." He didn't really know why he kept hiding what he could do here - habit, probably. But after what had happened at the party, it was probably pointless - there'd been a photo of Wanda Maximoff on the front of the paper this morning, and Peter knew better than anyone that once the press got hold of something like that, they tended not to let up. Still, he smiled at the blonde. "Peter. Nice to meet you."
He looked down at the selection of books in his arms, finally shifting them a little so she could see the titles - 'A beginners guide to Magical Theory', 'Spell Construction: Spell by spell' and 'Wizarding Britain through the centuries.
"Sort of," he admitted, still looking at the words shining on the leather spines. "I mean, I came through that rift-wormhole thingy and - well, there's magic where I come from but it's kind of different so I thought.. it might be handy, you know? Plus it jams up all the tech so Mr Stark thought -" He trailed off, catching himself. Torunn probably wasn't that interested. She was probably just here for coffee. Obviously. Glancing back up at her with a faint note of embarrassment, Peter felt himself shrug again.