Honestly, it was a little ridiculous that they went to such great lengths to take care of each other and such a poor job at managing their own lives. At least he's made Harry reflect on everything, to an extent. Even Peter had those moments of, what am I doing?

"Uh, excuse you, I'm the epitome of cool. Red and blue spandex doesn't scream 'chick magnet' to you?" His light tone said otherwise, grin splitting his face beneath the mask. "Maybe don't run the biggest name in biological research. Just an idea. But what do I know?"

"It comes with the territory." Peter had never given much thought to how the bite had affected him, beyond the obvious changes. Gwen made a list once, though. It was...yeah.

"Well clearly you need to upgrade your facilities to trashy warehouse chic." Peter spread his arms and laughed warmly. "Is there a dress code? Kind of fond of the mask."