If Wyatt was anything, it was that he was someone that was willing to do the right thing. Ever since he had moved into this space, making sure to defend it from those who wished to bring an even greater evil to New York. And then a spirit had literally tracked his orby ass all the way to his new residence. He hadnât expected it to be Tony Stark, especially a favor to ask, to look after his kid: one Peter Parker. He wasnât worried about Morgan but Wyatt had promised to keep an eye on her too.
Wyatt had realized one thing about Peter that seemed to be true for all heroes or at least the ones in his familyâthe kid was a mess. He witnessed first hand the kid who surprise surprise was Spider Man and that concerned him on all levels. How was his Dad okay with him being Spider Man because had to have known. And then he watched the horrible landing.
Wyatt decided he needed to get to the kid quickly. He orbed up the stairs and opened the door to see the mess. "Kid you okay?â He called to the neighborhood friendly spider.
Caught, yeah he was definitely caught. The guy didnât seem very surprised though to see Spider-man on edge of the roof holding a possibly sprained arm against his chest. âOh yeah, you know. Just patrolling the city, doing hero stuff. Iâm fi-ow.â Swinging his injured arm out to gesture to the city probably wasnât the greatest idea, but Peter didnât often injure himself these days.Â
âIâll just get out of your hair, sorry about the pipes. Are they your pipes? Iâll make sure they get fixed.â Meaning âis this your building, oh god Iâm so sorry for breaking itâ; honestly, it was a wonder how he was even functioning at all with how little sleep he was running on. Then again, he was Tony Starks son. His father had been known for staying awake for way longer stretches than was healthy when he got really into projects. Working on projects on no sleep though and swinging around the city though were two very different things.