Peter's used to his powers being met with one of two reactions. He either receives fright, terrified humans who saw his power as witchery or wickedness, or he gets that look of awe, like someone has stumbled on a miracle. The first he's always hated, the second he lives for.

This is neither.

It's not hard to dodge. He's walked out of the spray of bullets without so much as a scratch and this is hardly a shootout. Peter ends up on the other side of the room, a slight smile tugging at his lips and waving his hands about. "Oh come on! Throwing things? You know if I wasn't so fast, you could have broken something."