"'I know you are but what am I?' Yeah, sure, you're the infuriating kid brother I never had, but that's a bit much." Pete sighs and brushes his hair back from his forehead. "There was a huge explosion, I got knocked out because only one of us can take a hit from a Cosmic Cube and shrug it off, and when I woke up it was just me and one of your arms."

He does stand now, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck like a battered fighter trying to psych himself up for one final round, though there's no aggression in his bearing at all. "Not that I don't appreciate the thought, but this is the first time I've seen the rest of you since our big heroic charge. Your arm was terrible ☠☠☠☠☠☠☠ company, by the way."

He tugs his tunic into slightly better arrangement, whatever high-quality engineering the Kree did to make the uniform having kept it mostly intact all this time despite being covered with various stains in a rainbow of unappealing colors.

"Besides, you know damn well I'd have pushed you out."