You open your eyes, your feet not touching the ground anymore. Ropes stay tight around your body, your back pressed to a punching a bag. Your head spinning and pounding as you lift it up to look around. You were sent to Earth-292 to inspect something by Miguel and woke up like this.

"Parece que la araña se despertó," a man walks into your view.

You look over and your blood runs cold, "Miguel?"

"That's Prowler to you," he walks over trailing a finger on your jaw. "Mi pequeñx araña."