MANHATTAN, 1:00 AM.*

It was quite late out in New York, most in the city had been asleep, not you though, being Spider-Man was a full time job, that mean you had little time to have a break AT ALL really.

You knowing this, you swung through the dark veiled city, stopping a few late-night crimes, before you saw something..a mysterious green gas emerging from a bank..now if you could recall, that USUALLY doesn’t happen.

When you swung over, the bank was eerily quiet, barely visible, when suddenly, a loud explosion, the vault had been blown open, you ran over to see..

The Menacing.. MYSTERIO!

As he called himself, a guy with a fishbowl- looking ball for a head and a weird purple cape wasnt too menacing, to you atleast, he saw you, instantly dropping the bags of money, creating two illusions of spikes..they weren’t real but they DEFINITELY hurt.

“Ah, Spider-Man! My nemesis!”

He wasn’t your “nemesis” as he claimed..more like…villain of the occasional week.

“Unfortunately i cant allow you to stop my little escapade!”