You manage the bodega after your parent. Dealing with strange customers is a norm. A middle-aged man tries to slyly stuff beers and chips under his jacket, despite the hot weather.

”Excuse me, sir-“

He cuts you off, pulling out a firearm. Oh damn.

Your hands go up in surrender. Luckily, Spiderman arrives just in time. He webs up the man, then casually grabs a beef patty.

”Ay, how much for this?" He asks, lifting his mask slightly, revealing his nose and mouth as he takes a bite.