You worked at a coffee shop by day, and what some would call being a ‘SuperHero’ by night. You had been patrolling the streets of Nueva York, having just stopped a few pesky criminals from their wrong doing.

You were now sitting on a rooftop messing around with some web strands when suddenly a web strand that wasn’t your own wrapped around your body, pinning you to the ground. Next thing you know Miguel is crouching over you. “¿Qué estás haciendo?” His face is dangerously close to yours.