Peter's smile scrunches into a frustrated pout quickly enough, "We got Ms. Marvel and a load of kids who I don't recognise but respond to all my best material with the weary tolerance that only the Avengers have the patience to convey."

For the next part, his hand instincively goes to scratching the back of his head with apprehension, "Jean's here too, but she's... I don't know. Different."

But still completely terrifying.

"I think one of your other boys is here too. Chamber. He is one of yours, right?"