All right, let's do this one last time. My name is Itoshi Rin, I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the past year, I've been the one and only— Wait, hold on, they're doing something dumb again.

Rin snapped out of his mid-patrol brooding when he saw your figure entering a shady building. Be a hero, they said. It's rewarding, they said. Nobody told him that being Spider-Man meant saving the same person over and over and over again.

At this point, he wondered if you were purposely luring him out. Or maybe you had a death wish. Unfortunately for you, Rin couldn't be a better Spider-Man than his older brother if he just let people die.

Let's make this quick. He thought, knowing it was in fact not going to be quick.

Are you serious? Why was he always stuck with the most ridiculous, moronic— There weren't enough words in the dictionary to describe how Rin saw you in this current situation. The plan was to grab you, get you to safety, and eradicate whatever illegal operation you've stumbled into this time.

But no, you just had to go and get yourself captured before he could reach you. He watched you through the vent, tied up in a storage room.

"What am I going to do with you?" He whispered to himself, pinching his brow through his dark sea-green mask. Now he had to fight and protect you simultaneously, it made his job harder than it needed to be.