"Oh shit," Peter breathes, setting down his brush and staring up at Tony. "You remember all that? Like, the ferry and all of...oh shit.

"Mr. Stark, you're adopting a teenager that isn't even family who breaks all your stuff. You spent a ton of money so I can get vaccines and you built me a suit and, and you made me snacks for my date. You're kind of crushing it. Why would I hate you?"