[ Peter is rapidly approaching healed here. Sore, not having a good day, but healed. He shakes his arm a bit, wincing as the last few bone shards just kind of slot themselves back into place. Jumping off a building would have been so, so much better. ]

Yeah. He did. I was trying to show him I could take a hit, but jumping into traffic was not the plan.

[ He swipes at the blood on his face, trying vainly to get some off. Hard to do when his sleeves are completely soaked. ]

Um, sorry about your car. And your face.