Peter Burke's eyes shone as he watched Iron Man fly away, muttering under his breath.
"Peter, now's not the time to think about that. During the battle, be careful, don't let that big octopus eat you."
Gwen Stacy retorted without any good humor, then jumped up, shooting out a web line from her hand that wrapped around a nearby building, swinging away directly.
"Alright, let's deal with Mr. Octopus first. Such a big octopus, if we could grill it, how many days would it take to eat it all?"
Thinking of the grilled squid he had in Chinatown, Peter Burke couldn't help but shed a tear of longing at the corner of his mouth.
Then he reached out, shot out a web, and agilely leaped out, swinging between skyscrapers with the help of his web's pull.
"Once we solve Mr. Octopus, we absolutely have to get the director to treat us to a seafood feast!"
Falcon shook his head, the mechanical wings on his back spread open, lifting him into the sky.
