"peter, you need to talk to someone about your dreams." she said, sitting criss cross on his bed while he paced around frantically.
"who? who am i gonna tell? may? mr. stark? no!" he ran a hand through his hair, and let out a deep, long sigh.
"you could. if you talk to someone, it could help."
"and if it doesn't?"
"i might know a way."
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