Oh, they create it, yeah. Wouldn't work in space otherwise.

[ You know, energy. That thing that you can just create out of thin air? From nothing? Peter gives them another twirl as he stops. Yeah, they're not catching this cat. ]

It's like, super rare Spartoi tech or something. Last of its kind, left to me by my dad, not that he gives a flark, only works for the royal family, yadda yadda...

[ He mutters that last part, but he's explaining all this like it's the most normal thing in the world. You know, the Spartoi blasters that produce energy. We've all seen 'em. Peter makes a vague gesture like he didn't just say something scientifically insane. ]

Strong, elastic, and sticky. Huh.

[ Like a jock strap? He's not gonna say that. But god, is he thinking it. He makes a face, but moves right along. Because he has self-control, believe it or not. Getting bit by an animal does not make any sense, but then Quill isn't a scientist. What does he know? (But if that was how it worked, he's pretty sure he'd be part raccoon by now.) ]

So is your codename like... Spider Kid? Ooh, or like! Spider Prince? Mecha-Spider-Boy?