"Distract him. Piece of Cake." Peter replied, his hands clenched and arms up as he stared at the very large Kraven. Peter has seen better, days, but he's definitely fought worse. His shoulders were bleeding, his blue and red suit torn at a few places, his breathing was heavy, and he really wished he had some warmer clothes. If they guy wasn't going to kill him, hypothermia was. Black Cat ran off, but Spider-Man kept his focus on Kraven. He started for Black Cat, but Peter sprang to life. "Here, Kraven! Stinky Kraven! Oooohh, look at you, you big ugly man-beast!" Peter spoke, his hands on his knees, and voice high pitched. He talked to him as if talking to a pet. The man didn't do much, he had a feeling he was blocking Peter out. Typical. 

"So what does this Calypso lady feed you to get your coat so nice and shiny?" Peter called out. He remembered him talking about how he was gifted with abilities by this "Calypso", why not play along with it? that got Kraven to turn his attention to Peter. It was a much stronger and passionate hatred now, and Peter was regretting ever saying that comment more than any other he has ever said. "You do not speak of her, you little--"

"Oh, struck a nerve, eh? What is she? Mother, sister, daughter, lover?" Peter asked. "She is a goddess beyond compare! You do not deserve to even utter her name...!" Kraven bellowed, and then rushed like he's done all night. Peter quickly dodged, grabbing a handful of snow, and quickly making a snowball. "hey, batter-batter! Batter-Swing!" Peter threw the snowball with a lot of force, but with it being just a ball of snow, it really didn't do much to hurt him. Just to buy some time.

At this point in time, Peter let his mind go free, while dodging punches and lunges he was asking questions about him that randomly popped in his head. "Does your arm and chest hair keep you warm in this weather? Does it shed in the summer?" and "Have you ever thought of perusing morally good jobs like being a milkman or taxidermist?" were a couple of questions he asked. 

It didn't take long for him to completely forget about Lexi, and solely want to rip Peter apart limb from limb. In a flash Black Cat slid under Kraven, and Peter gave a large winch and "Ouch" when Lexi did what she did. Recovering from the poor sight, Peter did his job and fire off a few shots of web at the man, making his containment even more permanent. He walked up to Kraven who was going in and out of consciousness and gave a salute. "I'm sorry for your loss..." Peter said sincerely, but only got a groggy snarl in response. 

Spider-Man could hear the helicopters and sirens going off now, and any second they will be confronted with a lot of angry men with guns. Hopefully they'll bring a lot of tranquilizers. This guy will need it. Peter was curious on how he knew him, and Lexi, but then again they seemed to be pretty famous! That, and he now had a lot more dire emergencies to take care of, like losing feeling in his fingers and making a gross "squish" sound whenever he walked. 

The snow was still falling lightly, Kraven was taken care off, and the SWAT was on its way. Not a bad way to end the night. He gave a satisfied sigh, putting his hands on his hips, and looking over at Black Cat. "I bet we can find his cousin, 'Boris the Butcher' if we go to the other side of Manhattan." Peter said sarcastically. "No but in all seriousness i never bought warmer clothes to put under this suit and now i'm soggy and cold and i smell like animal pelts and i'd very much appreciate it if we left before police come and start asking questions and get in to something warm and dry." Peter said rather quickly and his voice a bit defeated. He was sure he was going to get an "I told you so" later tonight, and he will gladly accept that.