"Of sorts." Thor smirks at Steve, enjoying any distraction he can get from the unpleasantness. He's down to his last layers too, the only thing stopping him from going shirtless is the reasonable concern that the skin of his back will take as well to the sun as the buildings around them. He can't help but notice that Stark seems insistent on wearing his jacket. He's not sure if it's because he's figured out something clever or if he's being a fool, but it's the least of his worries now.

Instinctively, Thor's arm moves to draw Tony back away from the ever increasing scuttles and clicks of familiar beasts. "Spiders." He murmurs, but he hardly needs to, before he can announce them they're swarming toward the group. There's at least five of them, all impressively big and impressively hungry. Thor wastes no time charging forward, getting closer than anyone would like to the monster so he can bring his wrench down on its foul skull... Do spiders have skulls? Who cares. What startles him more than anything is that a wave of electricity seems to exit his wrench and meet the spider, sending it into convulsions before it drops dead.

He lifts the wrench closer for inspection, looking over his shoulder at the other two. "Do they always do that?"