Peter looks up from opening the package. These boxes are thick and sturdy, but they're also a pain to open for the first time. "Oh, uh, I'm from Brooklyn." He used to tell people where he was from all the time, but then he started realizing that a lot of people weren't from Earth. Or they were from a different version of Earth than he was. And then it seemed like it didn't matter as much.
"Yeah," he says in agreement, finally cracking the box open with a dull pop. "Some of the other Earths are pretty different, though." Peter pulls out a few plastic bags of clinking LEGO pieces and sets them on the table. He pulls out the instructions last. "I haven't met anyone who's from the same Earth as me." Though maybe Kitty is the exception to that particular rule. "Do the Avengers exist on your Earth?"
The Avengers seemed to be one of those things that was Big Enough to distinguish his Earth from any other. So it's usually what he asks whenever he encounters someone else from Earth.
Re: Closed to Kitty
"Yeah," he says in agreement, finally cracking the box open with a dull pop. "Some of the other Earths are pretty different, though." Peter pulls out a few plastic bags of clinking LEGO pieces and sets them on the table. He pulls out the instructions last. "I haven't met anyone who's from the same Earth as me." Though maybe Kitty is the exception to that particular rule. "Do the Avengers exist on your Earth?"
The Avengers seemed to be one of those things that was Big Enough to distinguish his Earth from any other. So it's usually what he asks whenever he encounters someone else from Earth.