"Clearly. Sorry, though, I'm a little too busy for a rousing round of rooftop sex." Ah, his famous sarcastic drawl. Seriously, though there was crime to stop and here he was, nearly shot out of the sky. Rude.

"It's New York. You really think I have a pool for you to clean?" Try a different pick up, line, buddy.

Now that - that got Peter's attention. He straightened up, eyeing Wade. "Psychopath? What do you mean? What's he done?"