[team ups are more of a recent thing for peter too, accustomed to working alone for the most part, so really he's not all that disappointed when he hears just one set of feet drop down upon the roof beside him. one less person to worry about weaving around or while flinging projectiles is a good thing. he grins in return, the eyes and area around the mouth shifting ever so to approximate the movement beneath the mask as he takes in her appearance and the noticable absence of shield and sword.

it has been a quiet night, but things rarely stay that way. in his many years swinging he's learned to expect the unexpected even when the reasons for criminal behavior are pretty standard across the board. as they're alone on this particular rooftop, he lifts the mask, letting the stretchy material sit atop his head as he shrugs his shoulders.]

Helped an old lady not get hit by a car crossing the street with her groceries and rescued a tabby out of a gutter. Nothing big though. Give it a few minutes, I'm sure there'll be something.

So... how were things on the other side of the Hudson?