[Yeah, to say the entire state of the Metal Sector was keeping Spider-Man busy would be an understatement for the record books. He'd been on the move since the first piece of debris fell, which was probably for the best-- a smaller piece had crashed through his own suite, though at least for the time being it seemed like the other suites in his building were safe. He had bigger problems anyway.
Like, oh, everything breaking down. He was admittedly impressed by how quickly the local police and some of the kedan were adapting to the situation, but not even they could be everywhere at once. Neither could Spidey, but he'd do what he could--which so far, had been quite varied. It was not unusual to see a red and blue blur swinging into the upper floors of buildings that the rescue workers couldn't quite reach yet, and ferrying people down to safety, and he didn't seem to discriminate between buildings that were actively burning and those that had only partially collapsed from debris.
Rubble was suspended from makeshift nets over the streets as a sign of his timely intervention, saving a few rescue workers and police from being buried by crumbling walls and rooftops of the very buildings they were trying to get inside. Still more webs were strung up under awnings and street lights, where looters and rescued gang members were hastily cocooned in an effort to keep them out of trouble, though plenty more had already escaped their bindings--not by accident either, as the intent was to make them second-guess continuing their efforts, not spend hours out in the open while debris continued to fall from the sky.
Assuming you can convince him to stop for a few moments--or just keep pace with him--you might encounter the webslinger performing any number of these tasks, and looking worse for wear because of it. Especially since he'll be doing this until everything's under control. His costume had already picked up more than a few tears, and there were definitely signs it'd even started to burn once or twice. Heck, maybe it was actively smoldering now, and you just want to give your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man a heads-up that he's kind of smoldering, and not in the good way. He may not have noticed yet.]
OPEN -- hero times, and the webhead will totally appreciate the help
Like, oh, everything breaking down. He was admittedly impressed by how quickly the local police and some of the kedan were adapting to the situation, but not even they could be everywhere at once. Neither could Spidey, but he'd do what he could--which so far, had been quite varied. It was not unusual to see a red and blue blur swinging into the upper floors of buildings that the rescue workers couldn't quite reach yet, and ferrying people down to safety, and he didn't seem to discriminate between buildings that were actively burning and those that had only partially collapsed from debris.
Rubble was suspended from makeshift nets over the streets as a sign of his timely intervention, saving a few rescue workers and police from being buried by crumbling walls and rooftops of the very buildings they were trying to get inside. Still more webs were strung up under awnings and street lights, where looters and rescued gang members were hastily cocooned in an effort to keep them out of trouble, though plenty more had already escaped their bindings--not by accident either, as the intent was to make them second-guess continuing their efforts, not spend hours out in the open while debris continued to fall from the sky.
Assuming you can convince him to stop for a few moments--or just keep pace with him--you might encounter the webslinger performing any number of these tasks, and looking worse for wear because of it. Especially since he'll be doing this until everything's under control. His costume had already picked up more than a few tears, and there were definitely signs it'd even started to burn once or twice. Heck, maybe it was actively smoldering now, and you just want to give your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man a heads-up that he's kind of smoldering, and not in the good way. He may not have noticed yet.]