Pete was odd. Grumpy odd, but he meant well. It was probably from knowing too much about secret agencies and things.
"Thor. Bloody great big hammer Thor." There was a pause while Pete stared at the phone for a few seconds before he started typing, with a fleeting smirk on his face. While he didn't have a healing factor, he did have an internal combustion engine that soaked in solar radiation. His body was running a constant fever. "I'm not ill, mate. Only been out once to buy a few things for the missus, while the buying was good. Hope you didn't catch it, either. Wait. Did you catch it?"
That would be bad news and one less superhero type to stop sentinels and things that popped up.