[ He's fine, he's fine. Any new bruises at this point are just going to blend in with the rest, so. Whatever. There is also a distinct lack of glitches, when he probably should have had one by now? That could mean any number of things, frankly, but for now, at least, it means Peter isn't actively dying without a clear way home. Small mercies.

By the time they get to the dorm, Peter is a little less awkward, at least. And he is a goddamn pro at sneaking into bedrooms without making any noise at all. He slips in after Miles, shutting the window behind him. And taking a moment to look at the ... comics? Action figures? Uh. He sort of stares at them for a moment, distracted, until Miles hands him the clothes. Yeah, this will work. It helps that Peter is still pretty small and slim at this age, so there's less difference between their builds compared to other Peters.

The suit, meanwhile, is an absolute goddamn wreck. He winces as he peels off pieces of it; some parts are gonna be unsalvageable, he can already tell. Nanomachines are so cool until you run out of them and pieces of your suit are kind of built with them. ]

I - uh - [ math is hard right now, it takes him a moment ] - like, a year? Maybe a little less. I got bit and did some stuff on my own, and then the Avengers showed up, and I sort of joined them?