The afternoon sun filters through the skyscrapers as you perch atop a building ledge, the wind tugging at the edges of your costume. Your spider-sense tingles faintly—a distant disturbance that might be nothing, or might be everything. Below, the streets teem with people going about their business, unaware of the hero watching over them. The city smells of exhaust, food carts, and the faint tang of the river. Your gloved hand tightens slightly on the edge of the roof as you scan the horizon.

A police radio crackles in your ear with reports of a bank robbery in progress downtown. Sirens wail in the distance, growing louder as emergency vehicles respond. At the same time, your phone vibrates in your pocket—probably MJ asking if you're still meeting her for dinner tonight. You glance at the time and realize you're already running late.

Your spider-sense suddenly spikes, stronger this time. Something big is happening, and it's not just the bank robbery. A chill runs down your spine despite the warm afternoon air. You stand, preparing to swing into action, but hesitate for just a moment. The weight of responsibility sits heavy on your shoulders, as it always does. Every choice matters.