"I don't know, where did any of the things we're wearing come from?" Peter asks, half as a jibe and half-serious. He kneels down a little more, hesitating briefly before taking what appeared to be Tony's good arm-or the least beat to hell and carefully drapes it over his shoulder, gently gripping hold of the man pulling him slowly up to his feet and supporting his weight. It's nothing for Peter so he even grabs the other backpack that Tony had apparently been given.

"No phones that I've seen-my webshooters were down in the backpack though-so that's a relief. No refills though so that's gonna suck when they run out-but I did just change them so it'll be awhile." He says hurriedly, talking faster and faster the more nervous he gets about the situation.

"S-so uh... what happened? Did we like crash or something? Because uh-if you excuse me for saying-but you look like hell-and the last thing I remember was being on that ship that guy that was trying to steal Doctor Strange's magic necklace was on."