You blink once. Twice. Then quickly glance around. Regent's park hasn't changed and Camden is just as colourful, but that doesn't explain why everything looks like it's out of a bloody newspaper. You're still in London but... not your London. This place isn't like home; dark fonts, jagged edges and loud, so loud.

You venture forward down the alley you've found yourself in, following the chaos you can hear in the distance. That's when you see it; a familiar sight of people running, shouting, hollering passionately, marching down the wide city streets of London. A riot.

Your gut response is to move to protect, you're a vigilante after all, but you stop in your tracks at a firm voice behind you.

"Oi, the fuck're you doin' wearin' that to a riot?" You watch as a tall figure drops down from a fire escape in the alley, identity hidden behind a mask- a Spidey mask. Like yours but... DIY-ed, handmade, a line of spikes running down their head like a jagged mohawk and black paint lining their eyeholes like tear-steaked eyeliner. A punk. Spider-Punk.

"Thought black was obviously the dress code. Pigs'll know who you are now, dummy-" He suddenly stops, masked gaze flickering over you and he registers exactly what you're wearing: a Spidey suit. "You havin' a giggle? What're you stealin' my brand for? I'm the spidey 'round here."