[ Oh, he's definitely had fights where he knows he owes his life to his powers. Narrowly avoiding a killing blow or being able to take an impact that would have seriously injured a normal person - yeah, he'd be dead a hundred times over. He's long since come to terms with the idea that he probably won't make it to thirty. Hell, even twenty-one seems far off some days. He didn't think he'd be digging a bullet out of his thigh alone, on a rooftop, with a belt between his teeth by age seventeen, but life had other plans.

Scott starts to build up a rhythm, and Peter eases into it, hands flying up to provide blocks for him. At least there's the added benefit of not needing to pull punches when sparring with him - he can take the full impact from Scott without the need for gloves. After a flurry of hits, Peter ducks under one and deflects with a quick stroke to Scott's elbow, which buys him enough time to bounce back a step. ] Gotta get some footwork in here, man. You've got the speed and you've got the power.

[ Peter switches to deflecting with his forearms, pulling them closer into his face. ] I mean...no, I guess I haven't.

[ He's been mostly trying to stay out of the way, and not make this all any weirder than it already is. Even though Peter and Gwen have both expressed that he's welcome...it's an odd position to be in. ] Guess I'm not really used to having people around for this kind of stuff.

It's weird enough without the mask. [ Peter makes a vague gesture to his face and nearly pays for it on Scott's next punch, skirting out of the way at the very last second. ] Where'd you learn to fight like that?