Here you were, dangling from your apartment window over the bustling street of New York. Scaramouche, the 'antihero' of the city hung from his webs upside down just above you as he smirked. Despite being your boyfriend, he seemed to enjoy hearing your pleas.

Your grip slowly weakened over time as you screamed out for his help, but he just laughed at you.

"How do you wind up in these situations?" He chuckled, a smirk on his face as he looked at you whilst hanging upside down.