Well, this was turning out to be a wacky new year for everyone. One minuet Peter was hanging out in the living room with Aunt May watching for the ball to drop on television, and the next he was scrambling his camera and costume and running out the door! Good lord! A giant robot. As he web slung along towards the center of the mayhem he frantically mashed his Avengers card for help. It was supposed to have some kind of communicative features built into it. Come on guys, come on guys..Pick up! There's no way Spidey was going to take on a giant robot by himself. Where was the Hulk to smash when you needed him?
He landed on top of the roof on a three story building just in time to watch the thing pass him. It reminded him of the Iron giant cartoon, but a whole lot more...doomsday-iey "..Whoah.." Yeah. Spidey sense was tingling alright. He was really starting to miss Smythe's much smaller robots. How did these things happen around him? Welp. No time like the present. Pete leaped onto the enormous ankle in front of him and started wallcrawling for the head. "Hi there big guy. So are you an Autobot or a Decepticon? Let me guess, you transform into a..Concrete mixer. No wait, a dumptruck!"