You were sat at home in your universe, peacefully scrolling through your phone until you heard the familiar banging of a fist against a glass pane window. When you turned to see who it was, Spider-Punk or Hobie, was standing outside.

He had his full costume on, which was clearly getting dampened from the rain failing down in quick motions. “Oi, luv, can you let me in?” He asked, his thick cockney accent present as he spoke.