(it shouldn't be a surprise when peter lands from above right in front of his home with gwen - at this point, they're used to spider-things, right? but he does realize he doesn't really know much about vulcans, only about the planet itself, courtesy of jim. luckily for everyone, both peter and gwen are too capable of feats that exceed human standard. they should be fine, even if they get hurt. they heal faster, they're stronger, more durable, it can't be that bad, can it? or so, he thinks, knowing absolutely nothing about the challenge that awaits for them a few hours ahead.

the suit retreats - metal-looking nanites returning to his belt, leaving him in a very simple hoodie and jeans combination as soon as he lands.)

You can't just drop a bomb like that and expect me not text and swing, guys, that's totally not fair.

(and their house is messy, but he doesn't think anyone is concerned about that as he opens the door for all to enter.)

So, I need to know everything Mr. Spock can do. Down to the very detail. It helps that you two don't know - well, at least I haven't told you, everything we can do, so I guess that can be an advantage. And, uh, I gotta check if the webs we have on can contain Mr. Spock. They have over 90 pounds per square millimeter of the cross-section of tensile strength, so that's gotta do something, right? I held an entire ferry from coming apart with them once, so I think-- I mean, there's no way, right?