He quiets, not out of a desire to follow orders but because the shove sends his head against the wall and, in the moment, the sharp pain makes it impossible to focus on anything else. It takes a moment more to realize he's shut his eyes against the headache. He forces them back open, trying to glare around the wince as he tries to keep up with Rinzler's typing.

He doesn't believe it. He won't believe it. Peter can let it go, has been prepared to since the series of lectures he received in the aftermath. To learn his place, stay away from Rinzler, let Wanda take care of herself. Her safety wasn't in his hands anymore, particularly now that her real twin had arrived. But to have brought her up at that moment had felt like a declaration of war and he couldn't delude himself to otherwise.

At the same time, this was supposed to be over. He'd made too many promises to let it keep going and let the cycle continue.

"If that's what you want to believe, then okay." But what about the first time, he thinks. But why play those recordings in the middle of tension. But why, but why. He clenches his jaw against the urge to argue and spit and let out his fury. "If that's how you think it happened, okay. I'll be the bad guy."

Did it matter if he was just going to get stabbed again anyway?