[Peter sits up, frowning with that usual look that implies it's horrible conversation to bring to a dinner table. A metaphorical dinner table, anyway. It's not really... something he's talked about to many people. He'd mentioned it to one or two people a long time ago, but they're gone. Fresh slate, no fear of depressing the shit out of someone else.

0 days since Peter Parker said something awful, apparently.

Sighing, he grudgingly offers:]

Back home, there was a magic spell that went super wrong — honestly it's a weird and long story why it even needed to happen in the first place, but... the only way to undo the damage the rebound from that spell caused was that everyone in my universe forgot who Peter Parker was.