Peter presses the web-shooter again; the light disappears and a tiny mechanical spider shoots out onto Alec's shirt. It begins to crawl up and to the back of his shirt.

"The web-tracers," he says. "It's how I tracked the Vulture's guys back to their not-secret-lair." It was just a gas station. It was probably not a lair, even though Peter was hoping it was. "Karen helped."