He really needed a suit of his own, because in emergency situations like this it was kind of weird to be with his sister --who was completely suited up-- and using only a hoodie to hide his secret identity. Sure, the hoodie was red and blue so they matched and everything and no, with the chaos around them, he doubted anyone was paying that much attention to his face, but still. It was the principle of the thing.
"Shoulda stolen one of Dad's," he muttered, clinging to a wall just across from the explosion site. He was being a good kid and waiting for his big sister before he jumped in, knowing that this actually was dangerous and given the fires still raging, there was a very real possibility that he could be hurt, or that more could explode. He'd done what he could, webbing up a few pieces of debris that had been ready to fall and crush possible survivors, but apart from that he waited. He'd never done clean-up duty.