On this ordinary day, Peter patrolled New York as usual. The city was peaceful to an absurd degree today; there were only thefts and robberies, with no especially heinous crimes to be found.
As a result, Peter enjoyed more and more time as the friendly neighborhood hero. Then he ran into people who looked like they might need help—Ms. Marvel Carol and War Machine Rhodey seemed to be searching everywhere for something, two superheroes with almost no presence wandering around aimlessly.
"Hey, friends, looks like you need a guide."
Peter hung upside down as he slowly descended. The two had been talking when they heard Spider-Man's voice and were nearly startled, though they recovered in time.
Colonel Rhodes immediately picked up where Peter left off. "Yeah, we're looking for someone. More precisely, we're looking for an address... but it seems neither of us knows where this place is."
"Maybe I can help."
"I'm not getting my hopes up, but it's not like we have any other options."
As Rhodey spoke, he handed Peter a slip of paper. He did not expect much, but after one glance, Peter knew exactly which apartment building in Harlem it was. He immediately took out his phone and marked it on the map for them.
Carol and Rhodey were genuinely a little surprised after getting their answer, then watched Spider-Man leave. Carol looked at his retreating back in confusion. "Why do I feel like Spider-Man knows New York frighteningly well?"
"That's normal. New York can be considered his turf." Rhodey looked at the map synced to his phone and added, "Besides, he's fought too many battles here. Without solid intelligence, there's no way to gain an advantage."
Carol sighed. It had already been several months since she took over the so-called Ultimate Team after the