Early that morning, Wakanda's plane arrived in New York.
Aaron, Scott, and Peter Parker got off the plane without any hesitation and climbed into Scott's pickup truck.
"Do you think Mr. Stark... can handle it?" Peter Parker asked uneasily.
"How would I know?" Scott said speechlessly. "If you want to know, have T'Challa take you over there."
"Forget it. I wouldn't even know who to help if I went.
On one side is Mr. Stark, and on the other is Captain America. They're both my idols!"
"Congratulations, you've split your idols' team into two," Aaron teased with a smile. "They originally wanted the Avengers to survive in name only, but once Tony Stark learned the truth about his parents' deaths and civil war broke out, the Avengers were bound to fall apart."
"Captain America and Iron Man asked us for help, and we helped. That's enough.
As for the hatred involving the previous generation of the Stark family, that was completely beyond anyone's control. None of us saw it coming.
This has nothing to do with us. We can go home, sleep, and pretend we don't know anything."
"Whoa!" Peter Parker looked utterly dumbfounded. "Scott, you've really got some nerve!"
"The Avengers aren't children. They won't care who dug up the truth.
Even without us, Zemo—no, Samael—would have shown Stark that footage.
So don't overthink it. You'll only put too much pressure on yourself."
"That's right." Aaron patted his shoulder approvingly. "This is wisdom from those who've been through it. You, a minor, should learn properly."
"Uh..." Peter Parker opened his mouth, then said gloomily, "I'm definitely going to have insomnia tonight."
"Calming Draught." Aaron took two potion bottles directly from his Spatial Ring. "It calms your emotions. Take a couple of sips before bed, and you'll sleep until you