[ It’s this Peter’s turn to huff out a humorless laugh, scrubbing at his face again. ]

I dunno that that’s an option. I didn’t remember a goddamn thing, when I went back. I doubt you will, either.

[ It’s an ugly admission to make, admittedly, and something he’s been grappling with since he woke up in that hospital bed. ]

I met you guys back there. You and Stark and Strange. Thor, too, I guess. [ Thor was a footnote, obviously. But this is all information the kid already knows, so Peter just forges on. ] I didn’t remember any one of you. Didn’t even feel a little familiar.

I had all these— I had all these plans. All these ideas. We had months to think about what we were gonna do about Thanos, how we were gonna take him down. I fucking trained, and— all of it was just— gone.

[ Another shuddering breath, and his hand drops to his lap. His gaze flicks up to the kid briefly, eyes bloodshot and skin pale from lack of sleep, from exhaustion, from the ache of injuries he refuses to let heal. ]

It’s a nice thought. It really is. But don’t promise me shit when I already know you can’t keep your word.