"That sounds... a lot more sophisticated than what I do. Did," he corrects. It wasn't like he had a lot of opportunity to do much more than push-ups and sit-ups here at the Madonna Inn, which was in fact, part of his unofficial training regimen. But there was a lot of patroling and low-level rescuing involved, too -- which wasn't really high in demand at a place as peaceful as the inn, especially with as many powered people around as there were.

"I-I don't want to impose, but... basically everything I know about fighting is completely self-taught. I mean, I watched a few Youtube videos before I actually got on the field, but I don't think that really makes up for a lack of practical training."

He pauses there, an uncomfortable silence filling the space between them.

"Do you think you could maybe teach me? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to," he quickly scrambles in to clarify. "I just figure that you already know what I'm capable of, if the other Peter got his powers the same way. And you know martial arts."

All Peter really knew was martial arts films.