Peter had almost pushed in front of Harry to hold the door open for him, but wisely refrained. Small favours like that would only agitate him. Instead, he made sure to stay level with Harry, even if the the pace gave him reason to frown. Would it really kill him to take it just a little easy?

"Well, yeah. I don't even have my web-shooters any more. I'd probably look like a colossal idiot trying to swing my way through the halls anyway." He swept his flashlight over the hall again, the wan light barely illuminating the door a scarce few yards away. Holding the light steady, he withdrew the map, nimbly unfolding it as he spoke. "But I figure that if you wander around long enough you're bound to run into a fight. And any help is good help, right? So long as you can save someone, it's worth it."

Clark had better be with Brainy by now. If he wasn't, Peter would track him down and give him the biggest knuckle sandwich he ever did see.

He twirled the flashlight around, shining it on the freshly rumpled paper. "Okay. Uh, which way did you want to go? We could go through the soccer field or the girl's block. They both look like they're the same distance on here."