It's almost completely dark by the time they get the snow drug away from the door to the shed. With the door pulled shut once they're inside? It's pitch black. Luckily neither Spider-Man is afraid of the dark, but it's not exactly the most comforting aesthetic when they can hear the wind howling just beyond their little shelter.

Peter stoops to shake off the snow from his person as best as he can, swearing softly whenever his elbows hit the door, Miles, or anything else in the shed they can't see in.

"Hell--sorry. Yeah, I'm fine. Just. Worried about Steve, you know?" Never mind that their own situation wasn't great. It's not warm in here and definitely not insulated. It's out of the wind and snow and that's about it. For now though, it still feels nice compared to outside. "I can't see anything in here though. Guess we should just get comfy and try to wait this out..."