[ i mean, given what sam has experienced of Stephen Strange, he's pretty sure forcing your way into bleeker street and hanging out with the man are the same thing. that's pretty much what tony did before, well, everything, right? but you know what, the concept of not needing to worry about the locations of body parts was not something sam was actually aware he needed to worry about. and he's pretty sure he's better off not needing to worry about it. please never bring that up. ever. jesus.

he says new york, y'know? and sam finds himself giving something of a laugh. because yeah, okay. he does sort of know. not in any extended, having-lived-in-new-york kind of way. but he knows what happened. knows the kind of alien and otherwise chaotic energies that city attracts. and while he's still not entirely certain what that maybe? kind of feeling is supposed to be, sam is finding footing in how weird this place is, one step at a time. and maybe that something of a laugh becomes an actual one, and has sam shaking his head. who can blame him? peter's kind of funny. ]

Okay, sorry, back up on all of that. [ because it's cut the tension, and sam is all the happier to keep on that tension cut train. ] Who would mistake you for Bigfoot? Wouldn't you need - ya know - big feet? [ sam not too subtly looks down at peter's fairly obviously normal-sized shoes, and then back to him, one eyebrow arched. ] Unless you've got some Mary Poppins going on in those sneakers that I don't know about? Which- by all means- no judgment here.