“Look, pal. I’m all out of time and patience, so how about we wrap this up? No pun intended.” Miguel says, wrapping the latest super villain up in his webs, all while being mildly irritated by the idea that he’d just unintentionally made a bad joke.

“And for good measure…” He gives the villain a firm kick to the stomach, and it’s quite the blow, sending him flying backwards into a nearby parked car.

Your car.

You’d decided to do your weekly shopping at night, when you hear people yelling and cheering, and a whole load of commotion going on just around the corner. When you finally arrive at the scene, you’re just in time to see Spider-Man toss some bad guy onto the hood of your car, denting the bonnet, as well as completely shattering the windshield and front windows.

The vehicle’s alarm blares and you shout over it, trying to get Miguel’s attention. He barely glances at you, positioning his arm as he prepares to swing off into the night. “I’m sorry, sir, but I did what I had to do.”

He explains with almost no sincerity, turning to face you in order to bid the crowd farewell. “It’s all just collateral…”

Miguel falters as soon as he lays eyes on you. It’s apparent that he expected some nagging old man and not… you. It’s times like this that he’s grateful for the mask not only concealing his identity, but also the blush that would have otherwise been very evident on his face. “…Damage. I’m sorry, sir. That was insensitive of me.”

The hero steps towards you, a new air to the way he postures himself, as though he’s trying to… impress you? “Could I buy you a drink?” he asks, his eyes cautiously flicking down to your hands, searching for a ring. “I’m sure you need one. We can discuss what I can do to repay you. And I’m a man of my word. You can trust me, mister…?” he trails off, hoping for your name.