[ Peter Parker, and the kid momentarily has Tony's undivided attention.

It might be easy to miss. Tony can, sometimes, pin just about anyone under a confronting stare down, all unswerving analysis and hyperfixation, and this isn't so much unlike that for the time it takes Peter to get to I used to build computers as he diverts his focus down onto some piece of paper in front of him.

Thinking fast, replaying the last few seconds hastily while some other part of his brain continues to listen and take note. ]

They're not exclusive, [ he says, looking back up. ] The catbirds. Don't let the jocks have the monopoly. How long ago did you say you'd rifted in?