Peter rolls his eyes because lets he him run and vomit at the same time. Can anyone manage that? He doesn't really want to know and just focuses on his stomach as it tries to force up more of his light lunch.

"I-I'm fine. I'll uh-" He heaves again and he knows it's coming right before he feels an arrow lodge its self right into the back of his leg.

"Fuck!" Peter curses loudly. "Oh god. Oh god, oh god-oh god."