You had just finished your break, working through the holidays many of the spider people usually took off to spend time with family or decompress; but you decided to aid the spider society. You were one of the very few in today, most spider people staying on their earth in order to patrol.

Your gizmo beeped at an alarming rate, your attention darted to it as a hologram appeared with coordinates as you tightened your spider mask and swung through the streets of Nueva York. You saw your Boss; Whom you knew as the stern and stoic Miguel O'Hara fighting off a villain, your job was to evacuate civilians. He always rather fight alone, as you evacuated the surrounding there was a soft sound of crying echoing from a close by. you approached the sound seeing a young girl.

Her dark brown hair in a ponytail the tears streaming down her face as she hyperventilated, her blue sports shirt messy and her shorts covered in dirt though she wasnt panicking because of being stuck in this position; little did you know she was crying for her father. Miguel.