Nah, that was me, " Carson said as if he were talking about something as mundane as the weather. It took Peter several seconds to digest what Carson had just said and several more seconds before his stomach settled enough to speak.
"Couldn't you have just apprehended him or something? I know you're a lot stronger than most people realize...you could of just...you could have just knocked him out or something, couldn't you?" Peter felt like he was going to be sick. Images of the kid he fought against at the end of the school year competition flashed through his mind. The kid's horrified look as he laid in a pool of his own blood haunted Peter even to this day.
"Probably, but take a look around you, " Carson said, waving an arm to his side to indicate the destruction around them.