I Can't Take This (All This Meaningless)
“Why are you making such a big deal over this?!” Peter all but growls, wishing he hadn't agreed to be trapped in such a small space with Tony.
“Because kid, I made a promise! So it would be in your best interest to listen to what I have to say."
“You mean your best interest.”
Tony slams on the breaks, startling Peter. Cars honk behind him, but their complaints go unnoticed as he swerves to the side of the road, turning his head and shouting “What has gotten into you Peter?!”
“What do you care?” Peter asks, Anger simmering and on the verge of exploding.
“I care a lot. Now ‘fess up kiddo, or do I have to call May?”
The car gets quiet, the low rumble of the vehicle mixing with the labored breaths of its occupants. Tony is glaring at Peter, who reaches for the door handle.
“Go right ahead, won’t help anyway. Calling a dead person won't magically get them to answer.”