Basil watched her take the dried fish out of her pocket, then swooped down, snatched it in his beak, and perched in a tree to eat.
"What a strange temperament," Michelle muttered.
She had wanted to find out what it felt like to pet the owl, too.
The Toomes house was hopping that night.
Peter laid Flash on the couch and thoughtfully put his sunglasses back on him.
"Dude, don't you need to take him to the hospital?" Ned thought the owl might have hit him pretty hard.
"He's fine," Peter said. "The owl doesn't seem to have hit him too hard."
Basil was efficient. Back when he ruled the owl community in Wizard City, he never killed the other owls, either. He controlled his strength, knocking them out to teach them a lesson.
Peter spotted Liz. He wanted to go over, but he needed to work up some courage first.
His Spider-Sense warned him, and Peter immediately looked at Basil.
The owl was staring in one direction.
Peter had a bad feeling. "I have to go."
"Peter, remember to come say hi when you put on your Spider-Man suit," Ned said excitedly, assuming Peter was going to attend the party as Spider-Man. "Just say, 'Hi, Ned. This is a great party. Where's Peter?'"
"That's not what I'm doing." Peter didn't know how to explain it to Ned.
His instincts were urging him to get outside, fast.
After a few quick words, he ran out.
Ferdinand received a phone call.
The music was so loud that he could barely hear.
"Adrian? Hello? What?" Unable to hear clearly, he pulled an innocent young Black man over to take his place, then walked outside with the phone.
"Damage Control was robbed. Some of the Chitauri technology was stolen."
Adrian Toomes sounded nervous