[If a pat on the shoulder makes Ben that happy, he's gonna shit his pants when someone hugs him. Happily. The happiest pants shitting. This got weird.

Peter only returns with one containment unit in tow. The weight wasn't an issue for him, but juggling more than one metal container that's almost as big as he is would have made swinging back here pretty awkward. He'd webbed the thing to his back so he could like, use his hands, and once he's back with Ben he pries himself free of the webbing and starts checking the container over. He maybe should have done that when he was still in R&D but shut up he got excited ok.]

Yeah, I think this oughta do it. And yeaaaah, I'm gonna have to get all up in that mess again. It's fine though, this time I know what to expect.

...Or I could just close my eyes, that might work too.