Let's hope it doesn't come to that. I don't plan on getting hurt bad enough that I'm totally out of it.

[Even though he had technically before and let Wanda take the reigns. At that point though it wasn't like there was any hope of hiding anything from her.

Peter glances toward the table, frowns for a moment. He hops up with deliberate slowness, or at least it feels slow to him. He still looks like he's rushing by human standards.]

Fine. I guess this can't be as bad as getting checked out for broken ribs.