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[ Sam sits as still as he can with how laboured his exhausted breathing his coming. As the goggles come off, he blinks his eyes open slowly. There is... utterly no recognition there as he looks at Peter. As if he's just looking at a complete stranger he's never seen before in his life. Sam isn't able to connect the face he sees to Spider-Man, nor does he recall any of their face to face interactions they'd shared after their airport encounter in Leipzig, so many years ago now for both of them. ]

Thanks, kid. Appreciate getting to keep my eyes. [ His lips quirk - pain shines in his eyes, but he's determined to show as little of that as possible. There's blood on the side of his face. ] Put myself in the way of a real big fist. Don't worry about it.