Imagine being capable of mass destruction and Peter doing everything in his power to keep you by his side.
Well, it wasn’t on purpose, Peter thought. And you were in this dimension (“Earth-19999”) and that wasn’t to change. You didn’t have anywhere to go back to, because you killed everyone. Or at least enough people to make returning undesirable.
“You can’t help anyone there,” Peter repeated multiple times, in different ways. “But you can save this world.”
It’s a reminder you’re stuck here disguised as reassurance. Besides, you were powerless. Or might as well be, Spider-Man amended, when you refused to summon your apocalyptic weapon.
He was curious if anyone else could use the bow, just as he was curious about anything ______-related, but Peter didn’t need an answer now. Or anytime soon. Because there were bigger issues. Namely, Mysterio.
He was from another dimension, you were from another dimension. Countless people had perished in his dimension, countless people had perished in your dimension. Those were hopefully the only similarities you and Quentin would bond over.
At first you were worried he was a survivor from your Earth. Or that an alternative you was responsible for Earth-822’s destruction. Mysterio quelled those fears. Your world wide manslaughter bothered you, but telling a stranger about it didn’t. Peter didn’t stop to think you met him only shortly before Quentin’s appearance.
The thought of you sharing other intimate information with Quentin made Peter’s heart ache. He wanted to believe Beck was biding his time. As much as the thought of you in harm’s way scared him, he almost wished Mysterio had some mad revenge scheme. Then no one would blame Spider-Man for protecting you.