Peter didn't go for the nearest stormtrooper. No, he instead went for the nearest wall, darting off bursts of webs at the stormtrooper's faces and weapons as he skittered up it. Better to stay a moving target. Well, best not to be a target at all, but you couldn't have everything.

"Remember how I said that this would all go horribly wrong? Anyone? I must be developing psychic powers. Either that or an incredible grasp of the depressingly inevitable."