"No," Peter says, his voice still muffled by the mattress. "My actual daughter. For real."

That'd been weird. Really weird. And while he thinks he managed to be okay around her, now that she wasn't around... he wasn't sure he was actually as okay anymore as he was when he was around her.

Peter finally turns his head so it's facing out, but he doesn't yet move from his spot on the bed.

"She's really cute," he says. "And she has powers like mine."