"As soon as I figure out how to get you out, my darling, without breaking your skull."

He works at one of the cuffs. His fingers touch Spiderman's wrists slightly more than strictly necessary.

That could be awkward but whatever he'll deal with it if he has to. In the meantime it's nice to have contact. Asher's hands are warm. Sasha's breathing has gone back to normal by now. 

The cuffs open. 

"I can probably solo the bombs but I wouldn't mind company, especially not company as delightful as you are."

(There is quite a lot of yelling and machine gun fire from outside.)

"I'm happy to thwart Doc Ock one last time." 

"Truly you know the way to a man's heart."

Asher jumps out the window.

Sasha follows — avoiding all the bullets is complicated but totally doable — and makes a point of flashing a peace sign at Doctor Octopus. 

Doc Ock is, unfortunately, a little bit busy right now. He does snarl at Spiderman.

Sounds like a great time to grab the katana and go for his neck!

It turns out combining a katana and a neck produces a LOT of blood. 

That sounds like a problem for Doc Ock to deal with. Until it isn't, of course. 

The Met should be empty by now; he drops to the ground next to where Asher lands. 

"Now, if I were a bomb, where would I hide...'

.....can he just play hot-or-cold with the spidey sense? A buried bomb should count as danger, right? 

He sure can!

Asher has some complicated piece of Stark tech that does basically the same thing. 

(Wow, he totally didn’t expect that slice to actually connect. But now, after a little extra work, he has a souvenir!)

"Here," in the middle of the front staircase. 

"Your thing is better than mine, want to find the rest while I disable them?"

"For sure." 

There's another near this fountain — another over here, another right here — he leaves webshots to mark the spots for Asher. 

"Think I found them all, but do we have any way to know how many there are?" 

"I can check whether the thing he was doing makes any engineering sense?"

Nod. "I left web to mark where they are. All the ones I found are the same depth but I don't know how deep that is." 

"Cool." Asher uses the loudspeaker in his suit. "Hey, murder hobo, get in here and go buy Shelob a chimichanga." 

"I am Ungoliant herself, excuse you." 

Asher blinks and then grins. "Go out with me?"

'I can't, I'm fifteen' is right out. 

".....maybe some other time," he says instead, and lets himself sound a little bit shaky. 

Luckily for certain spiders’ pristine virtue, he was already on his way. Nobody understands how hard it is to be slogging around everywhere on foot.

“Hey! Does it still count as self-defense if I keep this?”

He holds up a...head. Yep, that’s a head.