(one thing at a time. like a rollercoaster, his feelings fluctuate from incredibly offended, to completely compliant in a matter of seconds. there's something here that helps him listen - the authority in both their voices that reminds him of a certain someone, and if they're - like he did, are trusting him, then he has no desire to argue for now.

it also helps that his spider-senses begin to tingle he more they're talking, the more he's seeing, it's nearly as if his brain isn't completely capable of pinpointing what is wrong, but something definitely is, and it is coming faster than he realized initially. to gwen, he nods, nanites covering him from neck down, the webslinger snug against his wrist.)

Mine said 'Crew' - I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do, but it doesn't have a creepy name or anything, so it isn't bad, right?

(they go to their tub, nevermind the damn mess this place is at present, and he nods towards gwen as he starts the webbing - he doesn't know exactly how much it is needed to hold down a vulcan, it didn't do much to hold thanos, mind you, but they're a beacon of trial-and-error, with an insistence to coming back up when they err. it's quite a weird sight, them on the tub surrounded by web as he listens to the information he so scolded for.)

We'll be suited the whole time, so it will at least prevent accidents... Sorry for snapping, Mr. Spock.