Peter & Open - Box duty
Turned out, being bitten by a radioactive spider made you almost as good at forced manual labour than it did at fighting crime. You know - if you were looking for silver linings. Which, Peter supposed, was a bit of a tough call in a work camp...
"Here, let me." His own box safely shelved on top of a rapidly-climbing stack, Peter turned to take one off an older prisoner, smiling politely as he shouldered the burden and lugged it over to add to the pile. Peter had had enough experience pretending to struggle through gym class to remember to take things easy, making a few grunts and huffs as he hoisted the thing (what was even in them?) into place above his head.
Dusting his hands off, Peter turned and started back toward pile number uno, looking around as he did so for a familiar face. Surely someone would be along to tell him about a plan soon? Peter figured there was only so long they could randomly stack crates for before things started happening for them...