(This post has been a long while in the making, and I admit it's mostly a cutscene between Draven and Spider-Man, heavily influenced by the previous posts.)
Spider-Man followed after Imani as they crossed the street. Green optics glancing around as the two walked, paying attention to something outside of view, something unseen. The green optics, in the same manner as the original white lenses, were zooming in and out quite a bit. The red and blue armored suit was different from the comic Imani had been given. Despite the suit being metallic, it moved as easily and simply as he was drawn in the comics, giving truth to fiction. Though this suit looked a lot sturdier than what he had in the comics.
Meanwhile, Draven nodded in response to Jordyn's comment, barely getting out another sentence through the pain coursing in his head.
"C-completely, a-agreed." He stated..
Meanwhile, Imani and Spider-Man returned, moving onto the scene. Spider-Man listened to both of the girl's comments to him, perking his head up.
"Don't worry kid. Parker Industries tech includes sensors in my mask, which handily includes the ability to diagnose injuries in real time. Helps when deciding who needs trauma webs in a bad situation." Spider-Man replied to Imani's request for aid. From the loose body movement and chipper voice, there was a good chance of a confident smile under that mask. He then looked to Jordyn after she addressed him.
"It's the dead of night, but you all came from the hospital after Dr. Petronov's machine exploded. Ash, Ash, Ash... You fool." He muttered the last part to himself, but still loudly enough for everyone to hear. "So look, I'm not going to worry about you when I have a Brit to fry. Just try to get home soon, okay? Just because New York's crawling with super heroes doesn't mean someone's out here to save you at any given point. Especially this late. Black Cat, maybe. Unless you get assaulted in front of a police station." He replied to her before going and standing in front of Draven, looking over the teen. Draven was sitting on the bench, staring up at Spider-Man, face taunt and eyes wide, entire body tightening up. Meanwhile Spider-Man stood still and not moving except for his head and optics, gazing over Draven.
"W-what, are you d-doing?" Draven asked.
"Checking out your Twitter. Kidding. Standard injury scan, I need a moment longer. Okay, alright, hm. Accelerated heart rate, quickened breathing, increased sweat excretion, pupil dilation, entire body tensed up like a scared cat, small pain movements... Suggested diagnosis, sensory shock." He stated before glancing away from Draven. "Something occurred that caused your nervous system to take in too much information at once. Some kind of input that messed with your system, but wasn't outright toxic like a psychic attack or sonic scream. This thing happens..." He looked back to Draven. "With fair regularity as you're growing up. Just get home, get some rest, and enjoy the fact you're off school tomorrow. I, I need to go. Right now." He walked off, before breaking into a run, heading across the street and back up onto the building Imani had found him on. As Spider-Man left, Draven forced himself up off the bench, stumbling after Spider-Man.
"He knows something about Dr. Petronov and that demonstration, and he's hiding it! I say, we chase after him!"
(Note. You don't have to chase after Spider-Man. The story will continue on based on your selected actions. But as the GM, I'm saying it's entirely possible to chase after Spider-Man. Stress triggers particular reactions.)
