"I still might, if you don't shut up." Peter gave a long suffering sigh, jumping down and landing in a crouch next to Wade. "Keep your voice down, would you? I'd rather not get shot tonight, thanks."

Maybe some people didn't have to worry about bullets, and maybe Peter was a little more reckless than usual, but still, he'd rather not die.

"Let's figure out how many guys are in here first, okay? Is your Ajax in there, you think?"