Spider-Man held up a fist that was glowing with a sickly, pale green energy. "Maybe a bio-electric venom blast might help do something here?" What, he wasn't exactly sure, but he was also comfortable enough doing some of the dirtier stuff that the others weren't. Nothing Wolverine-esque, but he was fully aware that if he was ever going to make it as a SHIELD agent in the future, he'd have to go down some dark corridors.