Peter flinches guiltily at that. Too guiltily to brush it off now, which means that that particular secret is shot. And if he goes out and takes down more muggers, it's going to be obvious he's breaking curfew. Dammit. He leans his head against the door, nudging it open.

"I did it at home all the time," he says with a sigh. "New York was a little bigger obviously."

But Soleil still needs help sometimes.