"Web-shooters," Peter says, lifting the wrist of his good arm, as if to demonstrate. That reminds him -- he needs to replace his cartridges.

"And yeah, the boss would be... doing things --" Peter wasn't really thinking about what the boss was doing until he finally stopped an appropriate number of alien bad-guys. "-- and I'd have to stop him before he did more. Like, maybe he was coming close to achieving his objective--" Whatever that was. "--but I showed up just in time to stop him."