"Super strength, Jesus, they actually have that?" he muttered under his breath, pulling a little at his ear. Would've explained the random parking meter strewn across the ground when Nathan had flown in that night at Kirby Plaza, though. Of course Peter would have picked up on it too. Ass. No fair. Big brother was supposed to always be able to kick the little brother's ass. It was some kind of fact of life or something, handed down for centuries and centuries of human condition.

One Gryffindor vote amongst the countless other ones for that Slytherin place. Peter: Always had to be an original. "Yeah, yeah, all right," he replied, clapping a hand onto Peter's shoulder and suddenly fixing him with a warning sort of glance. "Pete. I'm serious. Don't do anything without warning me first, got it?"