Peter does say so. But he also knows actions speak louder than words, so he focuses on carefully carrying the crates as best he can. He is grateful, however, when Strange begins guiding him with his voice; he tunes in and concentrates on following the direction of his words, moving as swiftly as he can while carrying such a load.
"Thanks," he says as Strange holds one of the tall doors open for him. He can see some of the boxes waver but, thankfully, nothing feels loose that he can tell.
He snorts before he can help himself, picturing Strange as the fairy in Cinderella, wings and all. "Did you turn pumpkins into carriages led by mice turned into horses too?"
For all the growing up Peter's done over the past year, he remains a smartass teenager. He lets himself indulge in the familiarity of sassing Dr. Strange just because he can.
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"Thanks," he says as Strange holds one of the tall doors open for him. He can see some of the boxes waver but, thankfully, nothing feels loose that he can tell.
He snorts before he can help himself, picturing Strange as the fairy in Cinderella, wings and all. "Did you turn pumpkins into carriages led by mice turned into horses too?"
For all the growing up Peter's done over the past year, he remains a smartass teenager. He lets himself indulge in the familiarity of sassing Dr. Strange just because he can.