Stiles, meanwhile, has already begun texting up a storm. There aren't nearly as many werewolf packs in NYC as you'd think, given how many people live here, but there are a few, and he'd kind of had to negotiate with them when he moved. Not that anyone saw him as much of a threat, but he's still in a pack and his alpha is a True Alpha and that's a Big Deal and shit, so yeah, he still has contacts. And right now he's blowing them up looking for a rogue alpha, an alpha who's actively recruiting, or whatever werewolf pack considers rogue kanimas their jurisdiction to deal with. While he's at it, he sends a text to Peter to check that he's okay and safely evacuated the building.

A phone that is not his goes ding around the same time he texts Peter, but he doesn't really register it until he's getting nervous about the fact that he's not getting answers and tries again. And again. And hello there, the dinging is lining up.

No. Way. His last text is a resounding ???, just to make sure he's not hallucinating this from the high pressure situation of hanging out with Spider-Man, but no, yeah, that's definitely happening. And Stiles is staring at Spider-Man (Peter???) wide-eyed. " - Dude, are you serious?"