[ Amos is still (very annoyingly) calm as Atsumu yells back at him. He's also taking the time to survey the web itself, any weak points it might have... maybe at the edges... ]

You wouldn't be able to. It's biolocked to me. Didn't exactly have anything that could shoot pure energy where I came from, but we did have that.

[ He pauses his surveying to look back up at the spider, watching it as it watches him. Takes a tentative step forward, testing placing a foot down lightly on one of the web's strands; it shakes a little, but also Amos finds himself pulling his foot back, stickiness clinging to the sole of his boot as he does.

Back to Atsumu. ]

So, way I'm seeing this right now, best bet is you toss me the gun. I could maybe draw the spider over to me, but then you're still stuck there. I could try to come out to you, but think I'd just end up stuck. So.

[ He stretches his hand up, ready to catch something thrown his way. (Ideally his gun. Not a spider, which, yeah, that movement has definitely caught its eyes.)

And, with a friendlier lilt to his voice, ] It's just like sports, right? You toss the ball, then someone else does something with it.

[ Nevermind his lack of knowledge about volleyball, or the way that Atsumu cannot be in an ideal throwing position... Just toss him the gun, man, it's easy! ]