"I'd be running around and flailing if I had any sense," said Spider-Man, descending on a web-line. Interrupting conversations with super powers was a hobby of his. "Hi, how you doin'." To Captain America, Spidey said, "Do we have a plan here, or are we just going to wing it? Wait, hold that thought." He webbed one of the escaped lunatics from Bellevue and tossed him casually against a wall.
"Okay, now let's continue this casual conversation we're having in the middle of chaos. I really hope this works, I have some freaking out to do. I'm all kinds of in favor of waiting until the Fantastic Four and the other Ultimates show up, but since there won't be a city left, I can see your point. Do I sound nervous? I feel like I'm talking too much."