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WHAT in person
WHERE the... cemetery?
WHEN day ""136""

[somewhere in cam... cour... uh, qm, there appears to be a new plot of land—some overgrown with weeds and other weed-adjacent plants, and some with towering oak trees and the like, and some with just perfect patches of freshly mowed and manicured grass...

also

there are tombstones every scattered all over this area, with the name of your father or father-figure on them, regardless of whether or not they are here or dead or here-dead.

yeeeeesh.]

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Right? Don't get me wrong, Cap is amazing. But I think you might actually get it done.

I promise I will. No matter what.

[ That. Actually makes him relax a little. And duck his head. ]

Thanks, Shuri.

[squeezes his hand one more time before letting go]

But when it's all over and you're back home, you have to show me around New York, okay?

Definitely. I'll take you to all the best spots. Not just the touristy stuff.

Perfect. Then it's settled.

[ Peter nods at that, genuinely relieved. ]

Have you ever been to the States before?

[nods]

But never the East Coast.

Dude. You have got to fix that.

I want to! I haven't really had a chance to travel much.

Then that's your next stop. Queens, New York, USA.

I can't wait.

[after a beat]

...can I ask about the other stone?

[ Oh. Peter's expression falls again. For a moment, it looks as though he won't reply at all. ]

My uncle. Uncle Ben. [ Another long pause. ] That one's my fault.

Oh, Peter...

[more sympathetic than shocked]

...it's alright if you don't want to talk about it.

[ He looks like he might not for a second there. ]

I don't - I don't know what to say. I'd just gotten my powers, so I could have done something but ...

What happened...?

He went looking for me. I stayed out too late trying things out, and he went out looking and - somebody mugged him.

[ This is 0% canon because canon hasn't specified yet but. Uncle Ben Is Always Peter's Fault. ]

That sounds a lot like it was the mugger's fault.

Well - yeah, but he wouldn't have been out there if I'd come home on time. He was worried.

Well, I still don't think it was your fault. I bet it wasn't the only time he'd ever been out late. It isn't as if you lured him into a trap or something. But... I get feeling responsible for it, too.

[ He just. Nods a little. ]

You're probably right. Aunt May doesn't blame me either, but ...

...no, I know. It's bad enough when you know you had nothing to do with it. The first thing I did when my father died was get to work designing a Panther habit that would absorb more concussive force. It's hard to shake, "but what if I had just..."

[ Another nod. ]

If you'd known you could have done something. Should have known. Should have done something.

But you couldn't have known, really.

... I guess not, but ...