James was a completely normal and ordinary seventeen year old boy. There was absolutely nothing different about him to anyone else his age that went to his school. And he was definitely not a secret superhero that swung around London on webs and saved civilians.

That would be incredulous. Or well, that would be what everyone else who knew James would say. There was nothing strange about the fact he somehow always had to leave a few minutes before 'Spiderman' swooped in to save someone.

Okay, okay, James may be Spiderman. But he couldn't tell anyone. Not even his bestfriend and brother in anything but blood, Sirius. Which was honestly awful because James hated keeping secrets.

Like the secret that he had a massive crush on Sirius's younger brother- Regulus. James had so much to hide and an awful sense of loyalty towards those closest to him. Atleast he could put on a literal mask and be someone else wherever he wanted.

That was what James was doing right now, feeling the wind against his deep crimson Spiderman suit, criss crossed with black spiderweb lines and blue sections of the suit around his body. It was more freeing than anything else.

Obviously the fates were against James and his Spiderman senses picked up on danger up ahead. Instead James picked up speed until he landed on a lamp post just down a hidden alley, where he saw three thugs cornering someone- no, Regulus.

Cursing everything in the universe James jumped down and quickly took care of the thugs, wrapping them with webs for the police to catch late. Then he faced Regulus. "Are you okay? They didn't hurt you, did they?" James questioned, forcing his voice to get deeper despite the fact his suit already had a voice changer built in.