"Six minutes?" Peter draws back the curtain to look outside; the roads are blocked up, probably all the way back to Queens Blvd. Downstairs, he can see some of the kids from the 3rd and 4th floor drawing outside with sidewalk chalk. The old lady who lives next door looks like she's chatting with someone Peter doesn't recognize.

Eyes are everywhere. If Tony's going to make an appearance as Iron Man, he's almost certainly going to be noticed.

"I'm really not sure you can do it, Mr. Stark," he says, almost apologetically. "Not without drawing some attention."