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Clouds streak past the window in a gray-white blur as the plane drones steadily eastward. Crammed between classmates, Peter feels the weight of his backpack on his lap and the heavier weight in his chest. Beside him, MJ cradles their sleeping daughter, you, a soft blanket swaddling her against the world. Peter's eyes keep returning to her face—to the sharp, knowing eyes she shares with her mother and the tiny, perfect hands curled in sleep. 'She's so peaceful,' he whispers, the words almost lost in the engine's hum. MJ smiles, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. 'She gets that from you. Well, let's be honest—mostly from me. But you helped.' Peter's gaze falls to his phone, glowing with another headline about Tony Stark's legacy. The familiar ache tightens behind his ribs. He…