"I'm going to have to be way more careful where I stash my backpacks." Webbing them to the sides of dumpsters doesn't do himself any favors. The webbing breaks down in threeish hours and then he's down his backpack again. Imagine if his suit was in there! Or his web shooters.

Bad Times all around. At least if you're supposed to be Spider-Man. Peter gestures between Steve and Daredevil as the other two shakes hands.

"He's the guy working in Hell's Kitchen, I dunno if you've heard of him or not. But he knows you well enough." Spider-Man doesn't assume much of anyone's heard of him so he'snot about to say 'us'. Even if he's thinking it in his head just a little bit. "We don't have power so a lot of stuff we coulda had up isn't really working."

Peter's careful not to raise his voice while he talks about this bit. It's not the sort of thing one wants to advertise around.

"That's what we're here for. My webs are pretty good for all kinds of defenses, but they only last so long."