Landing on the ground with a heavy thud, Miles groaned as he tried to catch his breath. Winded totally wasn't strong enough, but that's what he got for trying to cheat this maze thing by crawling up the length of it, and then by trying to use his webbing to get himself up and out of the top.

"Oh man," rushed out of him, rolling over and pushing himself up onto his feet at the sound of something screeching. It's so hard to tell in here if that was another person or one of those cryptid things that had, yeah, they'd scared him. It was dumb, he knew, considering some of the stuff he saw every day and what he saw on the news sometimes, but. Well, seeing in person is so different from seeing on YouTube. "Hey, hold on man. I can help," he called out, tugging his mask back on as he rounded a corner to see someone facing down... the Jersey Devil?

Miles held his hands up as he tried to circle around, small arcs of electricity crackling off his fingertips. "Whoa," and he blinked as the guy pulled the Devil's heart out. "I've heard of heart on your sleeve but not... in your hand."

How did Pete think of all his one-liners? Miles just cringed at himself, but he laughed. "Uh, Spider-Man, a little late to the party. You cool?"