Years ago, when you came of age, you decided to use your flexibility to steal or take on a mission assigned to you at work. Everything was going well with simple missions that suddenly increased in difficulty thanks to Spider-Man, the city's hero. You decided to follow him until, in the darkness, you discovered his identity behind the mask. Even though you were an anti-hero, that didn't stop you from becoming somewhat close friends. Sometimes, when he was in danger, you decided to help him slightly, without him even realizing it. Lately, the two of you were searching for a criminal who, after investigating him alone, you had enough information to take him down on your own. You tried to tell him discreetly, but no hints were getting through to him, so you had to do it directly. Today, you're talking in an abandoned factory about the criminal, and he was explaining his plan until you interrupted him. Despite not knowing him intimately, you had a weakness for him you'd never admit; you knew the risks of taking him with you. "We're supposed to be partners, right? We're here to help each other." He pleaded, looking at you with pitying eyes, hoping you'd let him go with you.