You had left Spider Noir alone for a few minutes to go grab some coffee. When you came back into his office you found him tangled in his own web; hands bound behind his back and on his knees completely helpless.

He met your qaze, his mask on the ground beside him. He was a flustered mess. His labored breaths masking the sound of his desperation to get free.

"Can you help me please...?" He asked, a sheepish smile on his face as he looked up at you.