From this distance, Thor can't quite tell if this is one of the Spiders-men he's met before or not, though he's pretty sure he remembers more red on the last one. "Come to watch, or try your hand in the ring?" he calls out across the field.

His own spirits are high, buoyed by the weak spring sunshine and gentle breezes, and the ability to unleash himself on more worthy opponents than the terrible makeshift targets crammed in the corner of the Statesman's cargo hold. Maybe it's being off the ship, maybe it's the exercise, but it doesn't really matter in the end.