"A picnic, really? What is this, date number three? Third date, third base."

Tony allowed himself an indulgent giggle, because there was absolutely no way Peter had gotten anywhere near that far yet except with himself in the privacy of his bedroom.

"Barbecue, yeah, that's, I don't know. I don't remember Whatever, though. Which one was she? She cute?"

Tony sobered up.

"Wanda and I. Maybe not right now. We need some time to cool down."