I — [ he wants to plead that it is the first reason. that he can't tell him because it would ruin some unspoken timeline but he knows from his first time around here that it matters less than it would in the context of a universe like theirs. instead, they're in this smorgasbord of worlds and times all meshing and conflicting with each other.

so he knows that stephen strange is right, hit the nail right on the head and of course he, of all people, would. surgically precise in his follow-up and peter shakes his head, expression somber. ] No, I didn't remember this place until I got back.

[ he looks to the nearest window, and momentarily considers how fast he can get to it to leave. thinks it might be a drastic exit to take, considering strange's magic cape floats nearby. peter might not be a coward, but he feels like running from this mess he's yet again created. ]

So — so you're saying I can tell you what happens in the future because it won't change anything. [ he almost desperately finds himself wishing it could, voice stiff, if only because maybe aunt may could still be alive if things could change. ]

It's just. [ hard, embarrassing, painful? all of the above? he shrugs, shifts his weight. ] I don't know where to start.