[ Damn them. Peter knew it was a gamble, but ey, his whole style of fighting often is. He is also used to fighting superpowered monsters and individuals, gods included, and he gets out of the way just in time to avoid the blast by pure luck with his muscle memory alone. The energy ends up hitting and breaking one of the windows, but instead of going flying, they end up getting stuck on the edge of the broken glass panel.
Peter's back ends up hitting one of the nearby train seats, prompting him to curse and once again regret not wearing his usual clothing. Fighting in such a narrow space is an issue, more so because Newt doesn't seem to care if the trains end up ruined in the process. The blaster's bold braces the curve of his upper left shoulder, prompting him to hiss and glare at Newt, firing back at him with his own blaster. This time he purposely aims towards the hanging lamp above the man's head. Part of him feels bad about hitting Newt directly, and another part wants the scientist distracted so Peter can try and tackle him. ]
I'm starting to think you have something against my fantastic shoulders. [ Peter throws back throw gritted teeth. ] It's okay to admit that you are jealous.
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Peter's back ends up hitting one of the nearby train seats, prompting him to curse and once again regret not wearing his usual clothing. Fighting in such a narrow space is an issue, more so because Newt doesn't seem to care if the trains end up ruined in the process. The blaster's bold braces the curve of his upper left shoulder, prompting him to hiss and glare at Newt, firing back at him with his own blaster. This time he purposely aims towards the hanging lamp above the man's head. Part of him feels bad about hitting Newt directly, and another part wants the scientist distracted so Peter can try and tackle him. ]
I'm starting to think you have something against my fantastic shoulders. [ Peter throws back throw gritted teeth. ] It's okay to admit that you are jealous.