Yeah. Yeah, you did, [ a quiet-toned confirmation. ] You said you used it for a party before... [ which made it seem like a good solution to peter, too! if sorcerers did this for party tricks, then... a shift of weight, and he's rushing headlong into the recollection, chasing it away as if ripping the bandaid away fast enough won't be so bad.
it still is. ] And I — I asked you to modify it so that maybe some people could remember me? And you could but then — I asked for too much, I think, because the spell got messed up and you had to put it into some box and —
[ voice fumbles, and he has to keep himself still, hands balled to fists, held steady and white-knuckled at his side and his ears are back to ringing. it feels like too much information to try and fill in - but he should. he should because whether or not the stephen strange before him is from his past rather than future, he still owes him. it feels like they're past the point of no return, like he can't just backtrack out of it now, and he feels all the more a kid rather than spiderman. ] — I was trying to keep my lives separate. It was a mistake. But my friends — they didn't get into MIT because of me. [ he's supposed to help people, not ruin futures. the looks on mj's and ned's faces — how they tried to play it cool, how they were pretending it was more fine than it was...
it's all fixed now, he tries to remind himself. that what he remembers is only in his memories now. mj and ned are going to MIT. they'll be okay. ] — I just wanted a way to fix things. [ a brief pause. his throat feels like its filled with sand. ] It...kind of got worse before it got better. The multiverses kind of — um, [ rip off the bandaid, just one two quick. ] Tangled over into ours for a bit.
But it is fixed now! [ a reiteration, some desperate little thing to keep reminding stephen of. or is he trying to remind himself? ]
it's a mood
it still is. ] And I — I asked you to modify it so that maybe some people could remember me? And you could but then — I asked for too much, I think, because the spell got messed up and you had to put it into some box and —
[ voice fumbles, and he has to keep himself still, hands balled to fists, held steady and white-knuckled at his side and his ears are back to ringing. it feels like too much information to try and fill in - but he should. he should because whether or not the stephen strange before him is from his past rather than future, he still owes him. it feels like they're past the point of no return, like he can't just backtrack out of it now, and he feels all the more a kid rather than spiderman. ] — I was trying to keep my lives separate. It was a mistake. But my friends — they didn't get into MIT because of me. [ he's supposed to help people, not ruin futures. the looks on mj's and ned's faces — how they tried to play it cool, how they were pretending it was more fine than it was...
it's all fixed now, he tries to remind himself. that what he remembers is only in his memories now. mj and ned are going to MIT. they'll be okay. ] — I just wanted a way to fix things. [ a brief pause. his throat feels like its filled with sand. ] It...kind of got worse before it got better. The multiverses kind of — um, [ rip off the bandaid, just one two quick. ] Tangled over into ours for a bit.
But it is fixed now! [ a reiteration, some desperate little thing to keep reminding stephen of. or is he trying to remind himself? ]