“I hate you.” Miguel spat, glaring up at you. He was tied to a chair by unfamiliar webs. But it clicked when he realized you stole someone’s web shooter. He was going to continue his argument but was cut off by your index finger on his lips. “You hate me?” Your head tilted, chuckling right before removing your finger. Miguel doesn’t respond. Instead, he flashed his fangs. Your eyes rolled, walking around him.

“Oh, release me I’ll show you hate.” He threats, tugging the webs.