[ Of course. You find a Peter Parker, get their disoriented ass somewhere safe and then you feed them. This is starting to feel like standard operating procedure. ]

Yeah, I got you. Don't worry about it. [ Wait. ] ...So you were serious about the aliens? You have got to tell me about that sometime.

[ But first, clothes. Then food. Then dragging Peter to May's. If anyone will know how to handle this it's her. ]

Do you have enough web fluid? I can give you one of my shooters if you need a boost.