"I thought the same thing," he notes, though his surprise isn't nearly as pointed as Peter's seems to be. "Oscorp seems more interested in industrial chemistry on my world. Hardly in the business of creating mechanisms like these. I suppose there might be a world out there that has a consumer market that isn't oversaturated by Stark or Hammer."

The chatter might have continued on inanely had Peter not presented his own shooters. Fitz's eyes lock onto them, focusing intently with a childlike interest.

"Those are exquisite." And he wants to touch them. And then he wants to take them apart. That's fine, right? Among friends?