What... the Hel? Thor has just enough time to recognize the sticky fabric that's suddenly layered itself around his entire torso and upraised arms before it bursts into flame. He jerks his arms apart easily, freeing himself, but the blazing, melting material clings to him regardless, doing little to his armor but blistering the exposed skin of his arms.

Sorry, Peter. Duct tape, as it turns out, is extremely flammable.

Thor can easily withstand much higher temperatures than that - his lightning is hotter than most stars, after all - but electricity and actual fire are two very different flavors of heat, and it sure doesn't tickle. Quite abruptly, the dark clouds overhead suddenly unleash a torrential downpour on the entire field, quickly soaking into the thirsty earth and sending it well on its way to becoming slick, thick mud.

Gritting his teeth against the sting of the burns, superficial though they are, Thor raises an arm and calls the storm, peppering the field with lightning bolts.