That gives Peter a moment to catch his breath. He lifts the hem of his shirt to his face to wipe down his forehead. Sweat keeps dripping into his eyes. The suit was temperature-controlled, so even when he was running around New York, he didn't have to worry about freezing in the winter months or overheating in the summer.

While suitless, that was another story entirely.

"How long," Peter starts, but he finds himself breathless again. "How long have you been doing this?"