The web slinger certainly was agile. All the same, Tony frowned to himself in thought as the kid landed.
"Really, Jarvis? You let the Arachnid Kid sneak up on us?" He muttered to himself, and his AI.
"My apologies, sir. All computing efforts were concentrated on long range hostilities," came the even reply. Tony cursed making such a well spoken AI under his breath, then turned his head, the rest of him remaining absolutely still. A few scanning upgrades to his current suit made it necessary. He did, however, pull the face mask back. He never attempted to smile when he didnt't want to, but he lost most of the scowl his failing equipment caused.
"There doesn't seem to be a lot else we can do," he replied to the question.
"Scan complete, sir. No new results," came the buzz in his ear.
"Shut up, Jarvis," Tony sighed, though with his helmet pulled back he was probably heard by his new company as well. He then shifted and rolled his shoulders to unlock the suit, turning more towards Peter. "Still making your mark everywhere, I see. But whatever you're eating is making you sick. Found some webbing earlier that looked more like sludge." It was a light tease, but Peter wasn't the only one who'd been wondering about the phenomenon. "The shawarma here doesn't live up to back home's, you know."