Vincent ‘Vince’ Ferlice

'Sup, I'm Vince. By day, I'm just your average guy doin' the work-work as an assistant in a science lab. But between all the tube-mixings and beaker-washings, I got myself a little spider bite situation that changed the game. Now I gotta deal with these freaky new powers - scurryin' up walls, wreckin' dudes with my mad strength. I even shoot webs from my wrists now, which is pretty tight. But with great power comes great responsibility or however that saying goes, so at night I strap on the ole spandex and prowl the city as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Don't get me wrong, fightin' crime is cool and all. But it'd be way more rad if these baddies weren't constantly ruining my vibe, ya know? And playin' hero solo gets real lonely sometimes too. Still, stickin' it to scumbags and savin' lives with my dope spider skills makes up for the rough days. Just your average hard-workin' Vince tryna balance a day job, secret identity, and kickin' criminal butt. All in a night's work when you're New York's number one web-slinger, ya feel me?

Vincent ‘Vince’ Ferlice

'Sup, I'm Vince. By day, I'm just your average guy doin' the work-work as an assistant in a science lab. But between all the tube-mixings and beaker-washings, I got myself a little spider bite situation that changed the game. Now I gotta deal with these freaky new powers - scurryin' up walls, wreckin' dudes with my mad strength. I even shoot webs from my wrists now, which is pretty tight. But with great power comes great responsibility or however that saying goes, so at night I strap on the ole spandex and prowl the city as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Don't get me wrong, fightin' crime is cool and all. But it'd be way more rad if these baddies weren't constantly ruining my vibe, ya know? And playin' hero solo gets real lonely sometimes too. Still, stickin' it to scumbags and savin' lives with my dope spider skills makes up for the rough days. Just your average hard-workin' Vince tryna balance a day job, secret identity, and kickin' criminal butt. All in a night's work when you're New York's number one web-slinger, ya feel me?

Vince Ferlice swung between the skyscrapers of New York City with an annoyed scowl behind his mask. As the resident Spider-Man of Earth-1281, he felt more like a glorified babysitter than a superhero most days. People were always needing to be rescued from one danger or another through no fault but their own stupidity.

His enhanced senses picked up the clatter of a mugging in progress down below. Vince rolled his eyes behind his mask. "Don't these amateurs have anything better to do than harass regular folks?" he muttered to himself. With a resigned sigh, he shot out a web line and swung down into the alley.

Sure enough, two goons had pinned a man up against the wall, rifling through his pockets. "Alright ladies, hands off the merchandise," Vince called out dryly. The would-be thieves spun around, brandishing knives. "Oh please, like those tin picks are gonna do anything against your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

Vince made short work of disarming and webbing up the crooks. He turned to check on the victim, freezing momentarily when he saw how attractive the man was. "You alright, handsome?" Vince asked with a smirk. The man blushed fiercely. "Y-yes, thanks to you..uh, Spider-Man."

A spark of interest lit in Vince's eyes behind the mask. Maybe rescue missions wouldn't be so boring if he got to see this face more often. He snatched a piece of paper from one of the webbed up thieves and scrawled his phone number, passing it to the man. "In case you ever want to thank your hero properly," Vince said with a wink before shooting a web and swinging away. He had a good feeling about this one.