He reached out and laid a hand on Peter's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. As much as he'd hate cutting someone, he could understand where the man was coming from, and he could respect it. He didn't like it, but he could absolutely respect it. People like them, men and women who spent their lives devoted to the health and safety of others, were a special breed. He just couldn't turn down a request like that.

"Nothing wrong with wanting to be special, especially when you have a little extra to offer the world, and I'd say you did good trying to save the world. It's hard doing something like that, even when you have a whole team to lean on." He was quite a moment, unsure of just how much he should say, "Deal. Just don't make me cut you up too much, ok? Sometimes it gets a little . . . confusing." Well, it was vaguely possible the man might not ask.