Tony had seen it too, of course.
Worse still, in another communications window beside him, Nick Fury's incoming call had been flashing for nearly half a minute.
Tony was in a hotel in London.
Ten minutes earlier, he had just lain down. After a day of irritating meetings, Tony Stark had decided to get some sleep.
Then JARVIS's alarm, an emergency notification from Peter's suit AI, a structural risk report from a New York construction site, a social media trending alert, and Fury's call had practically hit him in the face all at once.
Instantly wide awake, Tony watched the footage of two Spider-Men hauling on a building and fell silent for two seconds.
Then he answered Fury's call.
Fury's very first word was calm.
"Stark."
Tony said, "I know what you're going to say."
Fury said, "No, you don't."
"You're going to say, 'I trusted you so much. I've been fighting your corner, so why, at this very moment, is this black-suited Spider-Man not asleep?'"
Fury paused for a second.
"Good. You do know."
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose.
"He's saving people."
"He should be in your tower."
"Those two things aren't mutually exclusive."
"That's exactly the problem." Fury lowered his voice. "They are."
Tony stopped listening.
He hung up on Fury outright, then remotely took control of the fleet of Armor.
Now his voice came through the Armor at the construction site.
"You two, hold those positions. Don't move."
Chen Mo said, "These positions are exhausting."
Peter said, "And a little embarrassing."
Tony said, "Then you're about to be even more embarrassed."
Two spare suits of Armor flew in from behind, one stopping behind Chen Mo and the other behind Peter.
Chen Mo looked at them.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
Peter said, "Me