Two swift streams of webbing shot from Spiderman's wrists, ensnaring each of your arms and pinning them against the wall as he took back the bag of cash you had attempted to steal.

Behind his mask, his eyes narrowed in feigned disappointment, a familiar scenario playing out between you two. Despite his expectations, there was a faint hope within him that one day you’d leave your criminal past behind. But even for him, that was far a fetched dream. He’d seen you and interacted with you so much that his feelings for you went beyond just ‘criminal and hero’.

"Tsk," he sighed theatrically, crossing his arms over his chest as he placed the bag down at his feet. "At this point I see you more than I see Mr. Stark," he quipped, rolling his eyes beneath the mask. Yet, a subtle hint of delight colored his words.

The more crimes you commit—or at the very least try to—the more he gets to take you down. Meaning the more he gets to see you. But that’s all there is, just seeing you. He can’t act on that silly crush of his. Imagine the scandal: “Spiderman and a Criminal—the hero with no morals.” He winces inwardly at the flood of headlines bombarding him at the thought. He’s a hero, you’re a criminal. It was purely unrealistic.

With you cornered against the wall, Spiderman stood close, his arm extended beside you. "You still don’t want to switch over from the dark side?" he asked, despite the sarcasm and playfulness in his tone—he truly meant it. "You know you’ll only end up in a cell with a career like this. But being a hero?" He gestured to himself with a touch of self-assuredness. "Just look at me. I'm on every little kid’s t-shirt."

"Come on, just think about it… with your skills, I’m certain you could even become an avenger.”