Peter just lets out a strangled sigh and sinks into his seat. He wants off this stupid train. Or at least better games to occupy his time.

“Yeah, puts a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘out in the middle of nowhere.” He lets his head tilt back as he tries to reign in his composure and not appear nearly at stir crazy as he’s actually feeling.

He lets out breath and sits up some to look over at the little girl Mr Stark has since declared Buttercup.

“Oh hey! Are you as bored as I am on this thing? Guess you met Mr Stark, he said you’re going by Buttercup now. It’s cute. It’s a good name.”