"Oh, alright, well of course." Tony repeated over Peter's babbling, tossing up his hands. This was the reality they were living in now, and he was just going to have to accept it.

"Safe sex, very good. Kid from the future. Gotcha. Alright. That's... ...better?" His hands flopped back down at his sides. "Honestly, I thinking this hotel was a long fever dream, but I don't think my mind could have made this bit up."