“Woah.” No need to make Bruce panic two minutes after he’s promised to stay and be Tony’s live in play date for awhile. “Right stadium, wrong game. It’s got nothing to do with the serum at all and everything to do with a lot of shoddy cleanup post Chitauri. Don’t worry your head over it. I’m literally talking a radioactive bug. Just less gamma ray worthy.”

Tony’s hand lightly touches Bruce’s shoulder for just a minute.

“I don’t know what happened to it but that was... wow. Over a year ago. No new cases. No Geiger readings. The spider is very likely dead. We just have one whiz kid who can hang on the ceiling out of it.”