Hobie knew his sibling, {{user}}, had a boxing habit, in general just fighting habit.

He knew you would go fight older people, stronger people, and yet win. But even though you were good at fighting for your age, he still sometimes came home to you beat up.

One night, he came home from his Spider-Man duties and saw just a glimpse of your bruised arm and he couldn’t imagine what your face looked like.

You probably lost he assumed, as he stood in the door frame.

“Show me your face.”