Peter takes the cup of tea from her appreciatively. "Thank you," he says quietly, and he blows on his tea a few times before he finally takes his first sip.
"I think the really thing that gets me is... what makes a guy like Kim Jong-un, or his dad think that he's right to do the things he does? What other smaller things can we convince ourselves are right if a person's capable of convincing themselves of the righteousness of something like that?"
And somehow, Peter's mind wanders back to the whole fight in Germany. The one he'd been so excited to be a part of because he could finally prove himself to Mr. Stark. The one where one half of the Avengers were fighting the other half.
"I don't know if the Avengers exist on your Earth," Peter says, "But if you don't know them, they're a bunch of a superheroes. I'm one, too. A superhero, not an Avenger," Peter quickly clarifies. He sets the tea down on the table, and gestures to himself. "I'm Spider-Man."
Not that that was important, but it felt like it was something he should say.
"Not too long ago, half the Avengers were fighting the other half of the Avengers. Mr. Stark didn't give me all the details, he just said that Captain America was protecting this friend of his who had done some bad things and wouldn't hand him over." Peter frowns. "And he told me that Captain America was wrong, and that he thought he was right -- and that that was what made him dangerous."
Peter himself isn't really sure where he's going with this, or why he even decided to tell his teacher of all of 15 minutes about the Avengers and Iron Man and Captain America and this fight that was almost a year old now. And he wishes he did because there's a weird kinda silence out in the air now and he doesn't really have any idea how to fill it.
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"I think the really thing that gets me is... what makes a guy like Kim Jong-un, or his dad think that he's right to do the things he does? What other smaller things can we convince ourselves are right if a person's capable of convincing themselves of the righteousness of something like that?"
And somehow, Peter's mind wanders back to the whole fight in Germany. The one he'd been so excited to be a part of because he could finally prove himself to Mr. Stark. The one where one half of the Avengers were fighting the other half.
"I don't know if the Avengers exist on your Earth," Peter says, "But if you don't know them, they're a bunch of a superheroes. I'm one, too. A superhero, not an Avenger," Peter quickly clarifies. He sets the tea down on the table, and gestures to himself. "I'm Spider-Man."
Not that that was important, but it felt like it was something he should say.
"Not too long ago, half the Avengers were fighting the other half of the Avengers. Mr. Stark didn't give me all the details, he just said that Captain America was protecting this friend of his who had done some bad things and wouldn't hand him over." Peter frowns. "And he told me that Captain America was wrong, and that he thought he was right -- and that that was what made him dangerous."
Peter himself isn't really sure where he's going with this, or why he even decided to tell his teacher of all of 15 minutes about the Avengers and Iron Man and Captain America and this fight that was almost a year old now. And he wishes he did because there's a weird kinda silence out in the air now and he doesn't really have any idea how to fill it.