Fair indeed. Thor has no idea how fast this youngster is, but there's little in his arsenal faster than lightning itself. Actually managing to hit his target, well, there's a reason he's taken the day to work on his aim, isn't there?

Thor smiles, his good eye lighting up an electric, glowing blue. Above him, the skies darken and a cooler breeze flattens the grass of the field, stormy clouds coalescing out of nothing. "I am. Better get moving." And without further ado, he brings down a bolt of lightning just to the right of where Peter is standing, the heavy feeling of static in the air the only momentary warning sign before the flash.