"Awesome, awesome," Peter breathes, grinning as he hops up and walks backwards towards the brick wall of the rooftop storage shed.

"So as far as we can tell, all my senses work in overdrive all the time and my hands and feet can stick to stuff when I want it," he says before hurling himself into a backflip and sticking his feet to the wall before pulling himself upright, hands behind him at his waist.

"Plus I can flip around and stuff pretty easily."