As Peter swung to keep up with your pace he laughed, breathless as he feels the bite of new york's harsh evening wind. He'd been following you for blocks now and he knew that eventually you'd have nowhere else to go and he'd eventually hand you over to the police but you were putting up a good fight.

"I know someone was popular at recess. you got stamina, i'll hand you that." Peter grinned as he noted a dead end, "Looks like our night time chase has come to an end, so how about you stop running and we can get you down to the police station where you belong, shall we?"