Looking for the original Spider-Man in Gotham had turned out to be a wild duck chase (or however that saying went), but it wasn't too bad in that he got to ring in the new year with his new favorite feline.
So he was back in New York. In the rain. He was at least glad that he was wearing Unstable Molecular Fabric -- somehow breathable and waterproof at the same time. But the rain made gliding difficult and sometimes impossible. He was perched on a rooftop, waiting out the storm when he heard a series of loud noises just off of New York's shores. A series of crashing sounds and explosions in the direction of the prison, in fact. The Raft, he remembered it was called.
This looked like a job for Spider-Man ... and if the original didn't show, Miguel himself would have to do. He judged the wind's speed and direction, found it incompatible with gliding on his web cape, and began weighing the odds of swimming to the Raft. He was reasonably sure he had enough stamina to make the trip, but he wouldn't turn down a ride from some other intervening hero if one were offered.