[ god, hank would probably reach through space time and punch him in the face if peter ever tried to use his tablet as a paperweight, or put it under a table. he can't help but think if he was here he'd be able to figure this out, he'd probably be paying more attention to this meeting, too.

it's not like peter isn't; he's listening, it's just. sitting still was never his thing, in life and in death. ]

I mean, yeah. Beats sitting in the dark and thinking about all the stuff you messed up on and why you're here, I guess. [ he slides his mug of hot chocolate over to steve, just because he thinks it's at least nice to have in a time like this. ] Why do I get the feeling this is the first meeting you guys've had?