Peter was about to say something about her guesses but pauses as what she just said registers in his head. Cartoon.

"Um." He's really not sure how to respond to that. As a child he dreamed of a cartoon universe but now was not the time to relive childhood fantasies. People popping in from alternate universes kinda spelled trouble. At least it did every single science-fiction novel and movie he was aware of.

"Mr Stark, actually. I guess you've heard of him then? He didn't give me a direct line to him-but Happy-my point guy-" (read: babysitter) "-can get in touch with him. It'll take just a sec."