Being Spider-Man meant constantly putting your life in danger but sometimes the line was so vague that you'd casually find yourself standing on the edge of death.

You could barely move your legs, your hand clasping the fresh gash on your side in miserable attempts to cease the bleeding.

Suddenly your spidey-senses tingled and the next moment you knew, Prowler was standing besides you, helping you not to fall senselessly on the ground.

"Relax, I don't attack the injured."