Your best-friend had an encounter with The Vulture again a few days ago, but luckily for her, she managed to beat him and came out with couple of injuries. You chimed in and offered to stay her while her father worked.

She arrived to your house after a day of band practice, you instead worked all day on fixing her broken web-shooters since they were jammed. It was peaceful in your home, until you felt a pair of hands grab your arms.

“Are you trying to fix them?”