(he catches a glimpse of what gwen is doing on her tablet, he knows she's a fast typer much like him - a skill for those born in gen z, so it is strange enough that when she shows him, there's a smile on his face. man, she's so smart! he gives her a thumbs up with no second thoughts, that sounds perfect.)

So you knew and you let me scold them? Oof.

(gwen!!!! but it's fine, totally fine, forgotten. for now, after they are both contained, peter finds a spot to crouch - his fingers move, swipe, as if he was reviewing the webs he has available. he even mutters 'karen, find me-- oh, right, damn', before he does a full hand swipe to clear his visor.)

We'll take care of you guys. I'm not happy that we'll have to stun you and stuff, but that's not all we have. Maybe it's good that you never looked at my suits completely.

(over 500 combinations is excessive. his hand moves to gwen, a little squeeze to tell her they'll be fine, he wholeheartedly believes.)

Mister Spock, mis-- Jim.

(the mask retreats, to show his face. concern is painted all over it, no concealing.)

We're going to do our best.