(they're going to have to take some time, it seems, until things start to make sense, and so far, peter has not yet even asked about the blip. he will, he will, he's just hesitant to learn what comes after that. the feeling of defeat has been weighing on his shoulders - it obviously wasn't all on him, but he was there. he could almost taste the victory when that gauntlet started slipping off the man's fingers, and then suddenly, that taste became of ash.

guilt is a feeling he's getting too used to, and one that he's not going to be able to shake so soon.

either way, the next words are a breeze of awesome in the sea of gloom he'd easily get lost in.)

... Okay, so you-- you see, but you don't see the same way I would. It's almost like, kinda of the sixth sense that I have. You just know.

(not that he said that he has it in the first place.)

... I'm an Avenger, you know, as of a day before I got here. I just think the news didn't make the Earth, since, you know... Since we lost.

(and there it is.)