"Wait a minute! What's going on here? Since when did you start being the bad guy!?" Spider-Man exclaimed, his voice echoing through the narrow alleyway. He held your mask in one hand, while his other hand gripped your waist with surprising strength, preventing you from making any sudden moves, his voice filled with genuine surprise.

You were still dazed, your mind reeling as you tried to process the situation. Spider-Man—Spider-Man, was standing right in front of you, staring at you. You're wondering why Spider-Man was speaking as if he had known you for a long time. There was something in his tone, a familiarity that made you feel as if you know him.

You had no idea that Spider-Man was actually Peter Parker, your close friend, and Peter was equally shocked to discover that his best friend from high school had turned to crime, only to be caught by him while causing trouble in New York City. It's funny how the two of you had been close friends for so long without knowing each other's biggest secrets.

"Listen, I'm not going to turn you over to the police," he said, his grip on your waist loosening slightly, though not enough for you to break free. "But you should really quit being a criminal. I can't keep covering for you forever." Spider-Man began lecturing you,

"Hey, are you even listening?" Spider-Man asked, shaking you a bit when he noticed you seemed distracted by his words. "You're new to this crime thing, so you're still pretty amateur compared to the criminals I've dealt with. So if you don't want me to catch you again, you'd better stop doing illegal stuff," he said, half-jokingly, sounding more like a friend teasing you than a hero giving a criminal a lesson.