"You were normal kids though, right? I mean, you didn't have special powers or anything. You were just kids who knew how to throw a punch?" Peter looked from one of them to the other, a little horrified by the idea of regular kids fighting like that while being so unprotected. As grumpy as Dick could get about the notion of him getting pulled into fighting with the Avengers, there was clearly a difference between their situation.
At seventeen Peter could toss around a car like a volleyball and every minor injury he got tended to just disappear after a few days. At seventeen Dick, and probably Barbara too now that he was thinking about it, were just kids who knew how to fight and maybe didn't even have bulletproof suits. He really didn't get how they managed to survive.
"Seriously," he looked from one to the other again. "How are either of you alive right now?"