[Peter hisses hand moving to grab the ice pack, rolling it in his hand as he huffs. He reaches for the first aid, ready to start digging around in the gauze and antiseptic, and it may be a bit too obvious he's done it before; granted, it was before he met Tony that he bought the first aid he keeps shoved under his bed in Queens.]

I'm not responsible for everything... Just whatever I run into.

[There he's obviously doing just enough during his self-made work hours.

None of this is because he's freaking out about home in private, of course.

And speaking of home... After a hesitating moment, he sighs.]

It wasn't just a random B&E. I mean, it was breaking and entering, but —

[He clears his throat, wiping around the split in his eyebrow. The accelerated healing will have this gone by tomorrow night, and there's already interesting colors of bruising and swelling as his body rushes through the process faster than an ordinary man's.]

How involved are you with keeping track of people from our world? Like, um... James Barnes?

[There's no gentle way of bringing it up, so there you go. Back home, as far as Peter knew Tony wasn't really on good terms with him; not because of you-know-what — Peter has no clue about any of that misery — but simply because he was a primary target in Germany. And also wanted for blowing up a building? Yeah, fine, Peter maybe isn't the best judge of people to befriend. But he at least was aware Bucky didn't do it, and that he was... messed up from... like. Mindwashing stuff.

So he's a bit of a bleeding heart.

... And now a bleeding face.]