You're telling me. [ Peter can't help but snort a little, shrugging commisiatorially. He never knew anything different, so coming here was a big adjustment. Still is, in a lot of ways. Going back to that, too - well, that's something to be worried about if they can even find a way out of all of this. ] Kind of wild that everyone else in my universe chooses a life of crime. I keep telling them to lose my number, but they're not taking the hint.

Good. I mean, that you feel that way. I guess - I'm just used to bad intonation. The local paper calls me a menace daily. [ Peter scrubs a hand over the back of his head, chuckling sheepishly. ] People used to throw trash. Now they still throw trash, but most of it's aimed at whoever I'm fighting, so I'll take that as a win.