Scott froze, eyes fixed on the massive creature confronting him.

The thing, large fangs dripping with ichor, scuttled forward on long, furry legs and Scott startled backward, almost falling onto his butt before his brain kicked in and he stabbed a frantic finger at the control on his wrist.

Seconds later, Scott was staring down at a smallish spider sitting on the kitchen floor in front of him. Grimacing, he bent and scooped it up carefully before crossing to the window and depositing it outside with a sigh of relief.

Seriously, where was Peter freaking Parker when you needed him?