[ There’s a pause and then an exhale, like Peter has to physically dredge the memories back up, he’d been burying them down so deep. The trauma is still there in literally everything he does, everything he sees, every time he wakes up in the morning and finds himself in his own body, but the brunt of it … the fight of it … ]

There was still a tiny sliver of me trapped in my own body even though Ock tried to force the entirety of me out. So I fought him the only way I could, even without control of my own limbs. I’d get into his head, I’d question him, I’d make him try and understand that he couldn’t just be me.

And when he had to fight Gobby, he couldn’t do it — said he needed my help to do it, can you believe it? Tried to kill me off, and he needed my help.

[ There’s an edge of anger so soft in his voice, is it any wonder he freaked out at any Otto Octavius at all? ]

And I know this guy isn’t the same, I know alternate universes exist, but — Christ, Tony, it was like reliving all of that all over again in seconds.