Log: Spiders!
Where: The roof of a 50-story building in NYC. What: Spider-peeps doin' spider-things.
As soon as that other spider sent him the coordinates of where she'd be patrolling, Peter donned his suit and headed out to meet her. He'd have been lying if he tried to act like he wasn't excited at the prospect of meeting Spider-woman. He had always been the only mask around with his particular abilities. The fact that she'd received her powers the same way he had only made him even more eager to talk to her. They could compare so many notes, trade stories, figure out if either of them was a clone (and likely argue over who came first and was therefore superior). There was a lot to potentially learn from her and Peter never could pass up an opportunity to geek out over something - bonus if that something was himself. And maybe he wanted to show off his skills a little. Just a little.
Peter came swinging — and showboating — onto the scene, landing on the roof with a completely unnecessary flip. He made a show of dusting himself off, looking around for Spider-woman. He was curious to see what her costume was like, if she made it herself, what her webshooters were like. "Alright, Itsy Bitsy," he called out, hoping she didn't show up and just tower over him in light of the nickname he'd just given her. "Let's get this party started."