Peter pulled the hood as far down as it would go, strings pulled tight and open just enough for him to see. He needed to avoid all contact and camera outposts possible to avoid being seen.

Be also needed to follow cars going over fifty miles per four without his webbing. Easily possible running for he could get up to two hundred miles per hour  (believe it or not.) on foot but there were so many people and things he could run into and he wasn't used to going such maneuvering. Okay that's a lie, but running was just not a part of his life normally and it wasn't what he found fun. It was exhilarating or calming so he never jogged in his free time. Spider-Man was his activity of exercise and meditation.

Luckily he wasn't half had at hurtles as long as they were under three stories high...

"Outta the way peeps! " The arachnid hollered he maneuvered around a car, finally just hopping up to play the lava game using cars instead of couch cushions and asphalt instead of carpet for lava.

He ignored the honks and screams from drivers as he leapt about, only receiving a minimal tingle at the base of his skull before being swept away from his spot. The warning hadn't been important to alert him of danger but it didn't exactly alert him that he was going to learn to fly in the next. half a second. He didn't scream. He totally didn't scream when the dragon talons wrapped around his body like he was just a tasty mouse to an owl who had been lucky to snatch it from the safe earth.

He didn't get long to think about his circumstances before he was being released again, dropped as lightly as one could be from an animal flying as fast as Max. He was dropped directly into the frenzy of the fight taking place on the flatbed of a semi truck as it plowed through down town Manhattan like a battering ram to any incoming cars. It was the K.I.T.T. Of semis, quite literally like the one from Knight Rider that broke that one dude out of jail. It was even colored black.

Back on track, back on track. He was in the middle of a group of people ready to kill, and Max was here. She had dropped him here and that must mean she knows. But why was she exposing herself? She was supposed to be on the run too right? Why suddenly appear and risk being caught?

Peter froze as he realized that that meant agents would be swarming them any second if they had visuals of the shifter.

The loud crack and odd smack to the back snapped Peter's attention back to the present. He sung around to look at the man who was holding half of a splintered bat, the other half in the ground.

"Fuck, dude please don't kill me. I didn't want to do this, it's so lame I swear," The man said raising his hands and dropping the rest of his weapon.

"Cute." Max said from behind the dude, completely in her lesser form. The baddie didn't have time to turn around and back down from the female before he was efficiently removed from the equation with a simple shove.

"Max!" Peter explained with wide eyes as the guy's head nearly missed being run over and squashed like a watermelon.... I wonder if you put a whole bunch of rubber bands on a skull if it would explode like the fruit?

Never mind, never mind. There's something else Peter should be focusing on right now and not disturbing thoughts like that that now he title couldn't get out of his head and title wanted to know the answer.

"Did you know I got my first camera from Canada? Only cost me twenty eight bucks and then shipping. But I needed to buy a lens." He quickly said to the shifter.

After ducking, letting two douches knock each other out in a sad, comic way seen on really only cartoons, Max gave him a weird ass look. "What?"

What did his camera have anything to do with this?

"Yeah." Peter answered as he turned, bringing his leg up to kick someone in the head.

"That doesn't make any sense. Why do I need to know that?" Max asked as she advanced on those who had forgotten to fight their opposing gang member to instead take out the new intruders on their heist.

"It was an AE-1 canon film camera. I still use it when I go out." Peter said. He dared look towards the front of the truck. He nearly tripped over himself when he saw the dead head staring back at him from the mirror he could just make out through the window before the driver took a sharp turn and all persons were forced to topple over one another in hopes of not being flung off of the trailer ready to unhook and flip many times over, almost promising death to almost all but two.