"Yeah," Peter says in agreement. "He's really cool. I wouldn't want to be on the other end of a fight against him, though."
Not that he could ever imagine being on the polar opposite end of a fight with a guy that nice, though. Though to be fair, he'd assumed the same about Captain America, who was also of similar built, and from Peter's limited personal contact with him and far extensive understanding of him from various media, including interviews, video recordings, and biographies, probably of similar disposition.
Peter hands the drawing pad back to Liz. "I'm sure he'll be proud. I mean, if I were your teacher--" He presses his lips together. "--I'd be proud, too."
Immediately after the words leave his mouth, Peter wishes he could dissolve into a puddle of goo and slip through the cracks in the floorboards. Why did he just say that? Why did he have to be so bad at this?
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Not that he could ever imagine being on the polar opposite end of a fight with a guy that nice, though. Though to be fair, he'd assumed the same about Captain America, who was also of similar built, and from Peter's limited personal contact with him and far extensive understanding of him from various media, including interviews, video recordings, and biographies, probably of similar disposition.
Peter hands the drawing pad back to Liz. "I'm sure he'll be proud. I mean, if I were your teacher--" He presses his lips together. "--I'd be proud, too."
Immediately after the words leave his mouth, Peter wishes he could dissolve into a puddle of goo and slip through the cracks in the floorboards. Why did he just say that? Why did he have to be so bad at this?