...Eat steel? What kind of lame-ass super power would that be? Jeez, at least with flying, you didn't have to pay for air fare or it would make a quick getaway or whatever, but eating steel? "At least... you could get out of prison easily?" he replied slowly, cocking an eyebrow at Peter. You could chew through the cuffs and the bars...? Eating steel, seriously, where the hell did he get this stuff? "Unless you could only turn things into... I don't know, ham, or something, that could be worse." ...Yeah, Nathan was no better.

"Wait, wait, hold on, in a few hours?" he repeated, and suddenly his hand clamped onto Peter's shoulder all that more roughly, nails digging a bit into Peter's shirt. "A few hours? Pete!" He widened his eyes at Peter, in that authoritative, I'm-your-big-brother-so-fucking-listen-to-me-you-prick sort of way. Yes, Nathan could convey that all with one look - he's a hero, dammit. "Jesus, how long have you even been planning this and you're just going to jump in? God!"

He was fairly certain that Peter was not going to be the most experienced sort of person when it came to kidnapping. ...No, yeah, he was probably going to fuck up royally and end up with half a chair through his face.