Martinez had down at his desk. Slumped against his chair and looking up at the ceiling idly. He spun around in his chair slowly, bored out of his mind. Hendrickson sat across from him, being a responsible adult and doing some paperwork. Hendrickson looked at his partner with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't you have anything to do?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to do anything.' Hendrickson rolled his eyes and snorted at that.

"Sure, just make sure you finish whatever you have to do before you go home."

"Got it." Martinez kept on staring up at the ceiling, absentmindedly answering his phone when it started to vibrate in his pocket.

"Martinez here."

"Heyyy, Martinez," Martinez sat up straighter as he heard Peters voice," just wondering, are you busy?" Hendrickson glanced over at his partner but went back to his work when he was waved off.

"Not unless you count staring at the ceiling as busy." Peter let out a chuckle before getting to his point.

"Well, you know how I make my web fluid myself?"

"Yeah."

"And you know how I have a semi-permanent web fluid mixture?"

"Yeah," Martinez dragged out the last syllable of that word, waiting for Peter to get to his point.

"Well, I kinda need some help…" Martinez let out a chuckle.

"I'm pretty sure I can't help you out there, I almost failed chemistry back in high school."

"That's not what I need help with…" Martinez blinked in surprise.

"Well what do you need help with?"

"…would you believe me if I told you that my web shooter cartridge exploded and now I'm stuck to the ceiling?" Martinez let out a laugh that effectively caught the attention of his partner.

"You're stuck to the ceiling?"

"Yeah, and I really have to go to the bathroom." Martinez started to laugh for a little bit, trying his best to compose himself.

"Y-yeah, I'm on my way, just- just give me a second." Peter sighed heavily before telling him his address and hung up.

"What was so funny?" Martinez looked up from his phone and to Hendrickson with a wide smile.

"Oh, you're not going to believe this."

"wow, you weren't kidding," Peter glared at the officers as they walked into the garage. Shit eating grins present on both of their faces. Peter had been laying down on the ceiling when the cartridge exploded on him. and since he had been messing with the formula for his long-term webs, he had been there for a while.

"How did you even get stuck up there?" Peter sighed heavily.

"I was messing around with a cartridge while I was laying down up here and it exploded on me." His face was sour. Hendrickson hummed in response.

"How long have you been up there." Peter looked away, mumbling his response.

"…four hours, I thought I could just wait until they dissolved but obviously, I can't." Martinez eyed the cracks that were around Peter on the ceiling, noticing that they were only around Peter.

"Did," he pointed at the cracks," did you crack the ceiling trying to get out?" Peter just glared at him before sighing.

"Just get me down." Hendrickson looked up at Peter with his hands on his hips and shook his head in a disbelieving manner.

"Wait wait wait," they both stopped at Hendrickson's words, "We need a picture of this." Peter groaned loudly and his cheeks flushed with red as Hendrickson took out his phone and pulled in Martinez for the picture.

"I hate you guys so much right now."

"Shuddup you love us Spidey." Peter looked away while the officers took a picture, making sure all three of them could be seen, despite the awkward angle they had to crouch at to get Peter in the shot. The two of them stood up with some chuckles before they went their separate ways. Martinez looked around on the cluttered table, slightly confused by everything that was on there.

"Uhhhh, what do I grab?" his hands were hovering over the table, making sure that he didn't touch anything. The table was covered with chemistry supplies, supplies he hadn't seen since his sophomore year in high school.

"Just grab that clear liquid that's in the glass flask, put it into the spray bottle and spray the webs. Just be careful and don't get it on your skin, I haven't diluted the solution so its pretty concentrated right now." Martinez eyed the chemicals, carefully grabbing the flask that had clear liquid in it before carefully pouring it into the spray bottle. He closed the bottle and shook it, walking over to stand under Peter as he did so.

"Alright, where do I spray it?"

"wherever, just spray it twice." Martinez sprayed it on his upper body, where most of the webs were concentrated. They watched with fascination as the webs quickly dissolved with the solvent. The webs quickly thinned out, the weak strands breaking apart as Peters weight broke them. Hendrickson took a few steps back as he could tell what was going to happen.

"Wait- "unfortunately for the younger officer, he had forgotten to move out of the way and ended up having 160 pounds fall right on top of him.

"Owwww." Martinez groaned breathless as Peter laid on top of him, he had gotten the breath knocked out of him with an entire extra body landing on top of him and forcing him to the floor in a heap.

"Why didn't you move?" Peter groaned as he laid on him. Hendrickson howled with laughter as he watched the two young adults get up from the floor. By the time the two had gotten up from the floor, Hendrickson was bent over in laughter, wheezing, tears of joy prickling at the corner of his eyes.

"God," Hendrickson stood back up, wiping away a tear, "That was the stupidest shit I've seen in a while." Both Peters blushed a bright red before Peter looked away to the corner of the garage.

"Shut it…"