[ A beat, a blink at the accidental near-insult, but the corner of his mouth twitches into a smile. ]

You're pretty abnormal yourself, kid.

[ Now that he's hunkered down here, Strange's loath to climb back up to his feet, and so they let the moment sit in companionable silence for a second; a bird twitters in the far-off distance. And then he offers an olive branch; accepting Peter's paltry excuse and running with it for now, because he knows well what it's like to scrape together the shreds of your dignity and try to wave off your weaknesses and pretend they're not there. So his next words are amiable, half-joking: ]

I don't blame you for webbing your way to calculus. I over-use the Cloak and teleportation more than I should, probably, but once you get used to traveling above the ground, it's hard to go back to it. I might never get on a subway again.

[ A second beat. Another olive branch: ]

Y'know, I figure we can probably drop the made-up names by now, too. Saving-the-world-together privilege.