[It would be so easy to melt into abject woe and verbally spew all of his misery to a hero from his own world. But that's not right to do to anyone, especially not to Captain America, who has already retired... and now has to deal with all of this after the fact. Etraya, that is.

Peter sits there with indecision painting the silence that predates his response. If they go too deep into this discussion, Peter is absolutely mortified that he might end up emotionally gouging his heart out, not only for the umpteenth time, but now in front of a fellow superhero instead of in the privacy of his shabby little apartment.]

... Really, Cap, it's nothing you gotta worry about. Everything's good.

[Which both is and isn't a lie. Things are good for MJ and Ned, and things are better for the villains and the other Peter Parkers (or at least he hopes they're doing better than when they showed up). There are good things that happened.

But getting multiple doses of a raised eyebrow from Steve Rogers is very dangerous.

He has the sneaking suspicion that he's not being convincing at all.

Pressing his hands together, he lets them sit on the table for a moment.]

... Okay. I, uh. I trusted someone I thought was a good person... someone I thought was a hero, too. But he wasn't. And he gave up my identity to everyone in the world, so things were... really messy for a while.

[That's a hell of a way to put it.]