While Spider-Man was standing around feeling proud of himself, Iron Man went for something meatier than its wiggling legs with a little less finesse and more frustration; the spider's head, grabbed at the base and shoved forward to keep those lasers aimed at its own chassis in case it wanted to do any damage. One foot braced on it's body, Iron Man pried its head and what he hoped was its brain free with a whine of protest and threatening sparks of stripped wiring. Flipping the garbage cranium dismissively to the ground to bounce once then land with a solid thud, Iron Man turned to face Spider-Man with his chest heaving from exertion and arms spread for approval. That was good, right? Better than the legs. "I can count on you to cover this, right?" he asked, gesturing vaguely toward the new hole in the roof and the general mayhem left behind, so flat it wasn't clear if he even knew that could be funny.