It’s just another regular night of patrolling the city. You swing building to building until you finally reach a good spot where you have the best view of New York.

It wasn’t long until you felt the presence of a certain someone. “Hi, Beck,” you say knowingly as you dangle your legs off of the edge. “Aww,” she says, the pout noticeable in her word, “I was supposed to scare you, Spidey.”

She moves up to sit next to you, leaning against you as she swings her legs.