Peter swings through the city of New York, humming a gentle tune to himself. He munches on a piece of toast, and as he finishes, stumbles and falls into an alleyway. "Oh, god..- Ow..." He murmured, grabbing at his head as he stood up. He sighed, pulling his mask down over his mouth, and shaking his head. "That was a major tumble. You alright, kid?"
A voice murmured, offering a hand to the masked hero. "Oh, Jesus!- Wai- Oh, you're- Woah!! You're Hawkeye!" The boy yelped, smiling as he took the older man's hand. If he wasn't masked, his smile would light up the alleyway the two men stood in.
