Peter had been walking around in HQ, with his casual pink, fluffy, long robe on over his spider-suit.

He was with Jess, his colleague, just talking.

Maybe he could get Miguel's attention out of bordeom? He was just thinking about it.

Mayday, his baby daughter, had been in the black-baby carrier he kept on his chest, watching some cartoons on his phone as he walked with Jess, talking about Miguel.

"I swear, he's the only Spiderman who isn't funny!" He said.