He took a bite of his sandwhich, as he worked at trying to decide on where to go next. His back was to the large, over-sized billboard behind him, of some woman's perfume, while his own gaze lingered on the world ahead of him.
Just as he was about to assume another bite was in order, a loud crack of thunder, or ...something... erupted in the clear blue sky. He sighed, tossing his sandwhich to the birds before pulling his mask down over his mouth. Pushing off from the wall, Peter fell through the sky, before webbing at the nearest wall and swinging in the direction of the sounds, and the gasps, and the flashing red and blue lights.
Whipping about another corner, he came to land hard on the front of a building, staring at the apartment complex in the Hudson River, "See? We are a wasteful society, and you really will find anything in the Hudson."
He leapt free, and swung through the air, before landing on the rooftop. Webbing two separate vents, he pulled back to create himself an imaginary slingshot, and then launched himself over the river. As he fell, he looked for any sign of li-- there, the flashing light of people scuffling!
He webbed into the wall, and launched himself through the window and up into the ceiling/floor, whatever it was at this point, "Hey! This building's floating permit is NOT UP TO DATE!"
Then he noticed three beings--one was green, one was flying, the other was a squid.
"Hmm, never been one to judge, but I'm taking it the Squid is the bad guy?"