Steve sits down, rolling his sleeve back with the smoothness of regular practice. "Massive Dynamic?"

"Think of them as Stark Industries, but with more biological research and evil." Peter settles at the side of the room, arms crossed, starting to find his sea legs with the whole comic book VIP thing.

Steve raises his eyebrows, torn between amusement, the comfort of someone making familiar references, and the reality that Peter doesn't know the Stark Industries of Steve's own world. It's unsettling that the comparison still makes sense, in a way. "Good to know."