The fair point that Quill could have just easily not been in this specific house all together was also a possibility, one that John wouldn't of even considered. Really, the whole plan was half cocked at best.
Watching Peter, he considered. "Yeah, but compared to your girlfriend man, you're just a cuddly teddy bear in comparison on the lethality scale." He paused with a smirk. "Not saying that's not dangerous, but, y'know." He shrugged some snacking more on the muffin to fill the time with his hands.
Of course he would question about himself. "Fair." John muttered quietly. "I get I look like a sack of battered assholes." Groaning he let his head fall and hit the table next to his muffin. "It's not that I'm not use to fighting, but..." John groaned audibly loud. "I can't get it out of my head. The motion. The movement." His waggled his arms at his sides. "The tentacles. I'm not sure if I've mentioned those enough, but I fucking feel god damn violated."
"Probably the worst thing I fought was a big ole blue beasty brainy guy." Sitting, Pyro flicked a crumb off the table to the floor. "Fuck, his name was Beast even."