"Good crazy is kind of my entire life lately so I'm gonna take it," Peter laughs, squeezing her hand before walking over to the bizarrely soft patch of grass to unload his backpack.

"Mr. Stark and I found this place after a patrol one night," he says as he pulls out sandwiches, fruit, bottled drinks and the cookies. He does not mention it was after Tony carried him like a sack of potatoes away from the burning building.

"He made me bring pears. I have no idea why. I kinda realized when I was putting all this together that I don't really know what you like. Then I was like, I really want to know like, everything. Whatever you like. Pretty much anything about you, I guess. I think that's a good sign."