Peter should really be used to the whole 'multiverse' thing by now, considering the last six months. Still, it still seemed totally insane every time it cropped up. He squinted at the blonde for a moment, taking her in with a new kind of interest. It wasn't as if he couldn't imagine Mr Stark in that kind of role - he'd seen him with Morgan, after all, and if Peter was honest Tony was the closest thing he'd had to a Father figure since Uncle Ben had died. Still, it was a strange thought.
"It's not great," he admitted. "Like, there's stuff we can do but the suits and whatever don't really-" Peter stopped suddenly. Who even said that she knew about all that Iron Man stuff? It seemed unlikely, but not much here seemed to make sense. "He's trying to figure it out, anyway."
They'd reached the front of the queue now, and Peter quickly ordered his drink from the frazzled looking server before nodding towards one of the empty tables by the window. "Hey, you - uh - want to sit down?"