[with the match still burning, peter finds himself stepping in closer, wanting to enjoy every ounce of the heat while it's still there. it's with his attention drifting back down to the flame again that he speaks, voice muffled a little by his scarf.]

I just got home? Though I guess that doesn't really... [help. doesn't really help. because that could be any day of the year] Um, Mr Stark's plane crashed on Coney Island a couple of days ago?