[ as far as peter can tell, there's only one way into the cavern and one way out. his spider-sense isn't tingling, but that doesn't stop him being cautious, and after entering the cavern, he climbs up to the ceiling to (not at all be creepy and) find out who-slash-what else is here.

he pauses once he's far enough in to hear the music, expression scrunching up into a mix of puzzlement and contemplation: any thoughts that this could be a hallucination are thoroughly dashed by the knowledge that he's certain he wouldn't be able to dream up music quite that terrible, so he follows the direction of the sound and finds peter.

or: he finds peter dancing and there's a moment that turns into two then three where peter (parker) just continues to be his somewhat creepy self and watch, the puzzlement shifting into acceptance, and then finally, he drops down from the ceiling and— ]

I don't want to interrupt this tender moment between you, yourself and me, but I need to know: was the soundtrack a choice or are you auditioning for the next season of Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders? [ a beat and he gestures loosely at peter. ] You've really got a shot at making the team.