mj/peter.
You would never make that deal. You would never have traded our marriage, but maybe not that day, maybe not ten years from them, but some day, the guilt of it would eat you alive. It would ruin you and me, Peter. It would have torn us apart, because that bullet was meant for me, not Aunt May, and you know that. Some day, you may not even realize it, but you would have resented me for not agreeing to that deal.
I told him that if I got you to agree to it, that I wanted two things from him. I wanted you to have a chance at happiness. That's all I've ever wanted for you, Peter. And the second was that he would leave you alone forever. He would never bother you again.