Tony's words are enough to pull a smile out of Peter. It's not quite a laugh, but it's as close as they're going to get right now.

"May's probably going to get home in two and a half hours," he tells her. "Maybe a little more if the trains are running late." There was no risk of early arrival because of transit; Peter had never heard of the trains arriving early. At least in New York. Maybe it was better elsewhere.

"Do you think you can be here before then?"