Food, right. Peter’s still a little too dazed to do more than like absently shove food in his mouth, but teenaged superhero appetites never rest. He’s just also trying to process at the same time. Other spider people. Newer spider people? Not that he has much room to talk, but.

“Yeah, weird spider,” he says, a little breathlessly. “Blighted, right? Or some kinda bad news. I got sick for like a week.”

And then powers, and then more, in Peter’s case, but not much more.

“You too?”