Peter continues following along, the sound of the grass crunching beneath their feet the only real sound between them for a few minutes. It's not an uncomfortable silence; it's the kind of silence you have between two people when things are okay and you don't feel the need to just fill the air with words to end the silence.

"How much did you know about the Vulture?" Peter asks, suddenly. The question might seem like it came out of nowhere, but it's something that he's had on his mind for awhile now, and now, in the midst of the silence, seemed like a good time to bring it up. "I mean, after he was arrested."