You were doing your thing in NYC. Coming back from getting the groceries, and about to go back home before feeling something hard press against your neck. You'd turn around, but stopped after hearing a voice talk to you.

"I wouldn't move if I were you.. 'less you wanna be splattered over that there wall!"

The voice said, forcing you to comply. Your wallet was pulled out by one of his buddies, one still staring at you to make nothing would happen.

"Find anything, man?"

"Nothing worth taking..!"

"What the... Don't move."

The person moved the gun from your head, going over to the other one.

"What do you mean "Nothing worth taking"?!"

"There's like.. $5 in here!"

"That much!? What are we stealing from, a kid?"

"You're the one who wanted us to steal from them, Brandon!"

"What did I say about not saying our names, you numbskull!?"

The two bickered, taking their focus off. The person who called out one of their names was smacked on the back of the head rather hard, making you stifle a chuckle. Something suddenly caught your attention, seeing somebody perched on top of a high lamppost from afar.. You'd write it off as a bird, but it looked too big.

"OW!"

"I swear, if Ma’ wasn’t forcing me to take you on these robberies…"

"Uh, B-Brandon?"

"OH MY GOD, STOP SAYING MY-"

Webs was now heard. Followed by a gust of wind, a yellow blur rammed into the thief at blistering speeds and launched him into the other one. The wallet flew out of his hand, flying into the air.. luckily nothing came out of it. You could hear the sounds of fighting for a few minutes, and flinched when something tapping you gently.

"You can uh.. turn around now!"

You turned around to see.. Hey, it's that spider-guy you heard so much about on the radio.. Not the webhead, the other one. Rubbing your eyes to see him more clearer, his suit covered him up. He caught your wallet with one of his tails, passing it to you.

"Dunno if you've heard about me.. but you okay?"