"Right." He looked up at Peter, nodding his head and smiling at him. "It didn't happen yet. At least, for me. I'm here and I don't... The last thing I remember was going on the run and running here. I... I almost don't want to go back home if that's what I'm going home to."

He bit his lip, looking down at his metal hand. He'd been through so much already. He'd lived a life that he never would have expected or planned. A part of him wished he could go back, but then that might mean no Steve.

"You're a good kid, Peter." He smiled softly. "Thank you."