Dear Peter,

I know you won't see these, but I'm going to write to you like you will. How was school? Are you having any problems? Is that Flash kid still bothering you? How's, what's his name, Ted? (I know, it's Ned). How's MJ? You two together yet?

You should listen to your Aunt, we all know that she's smarter than all of us (Except maybe me) and she just wants what's best for you. I think you should go to therapy, it might help. Hell, I should have gone to therapy after the wormhole in New York thing…

Trust me kid, I know how you feel. Every day during those five years you were dead, I wished that it was all just a nightmare and you were really just in your room at the tower, or the compound, or even May's… Every night I wished you would come home… I wish I was there too, to see you and Maguna grow up, to grow old with Pepper…

I don't know why it seems like the universe has it out for you, you shouldn't have lost your parents, Ben, or me, but we can't change anything.

Please don't cry, everything will get better in time…

See you Pete, I miss you…

-Sincerely, Tony