It's patrol time! So Peter's out as Spider-Man with Shelob the Spinarak sitting nearby. The only problem is that everyone is so well behaved that he rarely ever has stop muggings or bike thefts or even vandalism. The last crime he stopped was someone standing on a patch of grass at the museum that was clearly marked with a 'keep off grass' sign. What a mastermind.

The hair on his arm starts to stand up like it usually does when something's coming and he frowns. So his sense wants to work today. That's nice of it. An Aeather Hole opens up and dumps someone out.

"Oh shit." Peter cries out in alarm and fired one of his webs at a slightly taller building and moving to intercept their fall. Which he does, with well... relative ease by his standards.

"I gotcha, I gotcha!" Peter tells her, still in his Spider-Man suit. And then his senses do something weird. They buzz like something's familiar-way different than the danger sense.

"Uh.. you okay?" He sets her back down. "I like your hair. It's all punk rock and fun!"