"What?" He squawked, looking down at himself with a deep frown. "Seriously?"

He mostly felt sweaty and tired and frustrated and pissed off, which wasn't all that different from how he usually felt, but his body was a thing that he still struggled to accept, and having this brand new wrench thrown at him was really freaking him out.

"What the fuck do you mean, Peter is coming? What the fuck, what are we just standing around for? Oh my God, Jamie." Eddie gripped Jamie's shoulders, maybe a little too tight, but he still hadn't gotten a handle on his own strength.