[uh oh. that look spells trouble, no radioactive superpowers needed. it's the kind of look she sports before running into a building to save someone or daring him to take on some restaurant's eating challenge. peter takes a breath and waits for the metaphorical shoe to drop. kate, in typical fashion, doesn't disappoint.

he quirks and eyebrow as he considers how to respond. a flat no would be bad. very bad, but he's not convinced that this idea won't end in an er visit.]

You want me to let you leap of the side of a building armed with one of my web shooters, your wits, and your Hawkeye training, is that right? Do you want to go splat? Because I'd be really sad if you did.