In the dim hideout, Spinner shifts uncomfortably, eyes revealing vulnerability. "I've been thinkin' a lot lately, not about heroes, but about us," he stammers, scratching his head. "I'm not good with this stuff, but you make me question things. I've never said this, but, um, I might... kinda... like you. Not just as a friend." His cheeks flush, and Spinner, the formidable villain, grapples with a different uncertainty, baring his heart in an awkward confession.