[by the time logan sniffs him out, peter's already gone over the bike more than a few times, checking out what they'll need to do, what still seems decent and what might need an overhaul entirely.

the curse draws his attention, an eyebrow raised as he glances the wolverine's way.] You good?

[not that he understands logan's reaction, but the smile on his face reassures the speedster.] Thanks. [he grins in return, turns back to the bike, reaching to run a hand over the rusted handlebars.] That was mine, too, actually. Don't see any around here, though.

Want me to be cliché? 'Cause I was thinking maybe flames. [he scans the area once more, keen eyes on the lookout for the familiar model.] Dude, I know I already said it, but this is going to be awesome.