Everything can feel like a Craigslist date in Duplicity, if you let it, which is why Peter's been going to great lengths to try and mentally separate hook-ups from daily activities. Meeting someone for coffee? Doesn't mean he has a crush on them. Going out dancing with friends? Hey, he's not trying to find someone to go home with. Taking groceries to a superhero he remembers vaguely meeting once before? Hey, it's just the decent thing to do, especially since Quentin said they'd met before Duplicity. How could Peter not be interested in that?

For all his excitement, there's still a bubble of uncertainty swelling low in his stomach at the idea of a future unknown to him. The last time he'd caught up with his present Tony Stark had ended up dying right in front of him, and y'know? He's not sure he can cope with another shock of upheaval so soon after that.

Or ever again, really, but maybe that's a little over dramatic.

"... Quentin?"

He smiles brightly (if not somewhat tentatively) as he approaches the man standing out there on the sidewalk. This must be the guy; he certainly looks the same as he did on his network I.D., in any case, and Peter gestures towards the paper-bag of groceries he's holding under one arm.

"Hey! Sorry I'm a bit late, those elevators can be really slow."

Brown eyes flit up and down in quick assessment before settling on Quentin's face again.

"I, uh— hope you're hungry, 'cause I brought enough for leftovers."