Peter clung onto the pillar, watching as Miguel copied his move and swung all the way up to the ceiling. He grinned and pulled his mask off, always preferring to have the thing off rather than on. The eyes were good at evading criminals, but this was just Cirque du Spiders, not his average Saturday night in Queens.
Miguel was doing the classic bit, the upside-down web-hold, and making it look effortless. The powers just made it that way, like they’d been doing aerial acrobatics for all their lives. The Spider shit had given Peter abs. Abs!
He looked around the Mall at Miguel’s question and felt a sadness spark up. He didn’t want to be rude, that’s not how he was raised, but it wasn’t New York. It wasn’t his friends and it wasn’t Aunt May and the corner deli and watching the sun set over the skyline.
“I like it,” he replied, pulling the mask back over his face. “Show me your best move.”