“That’s not nice,” Felicia purrs, trying to yank her hand out of the web. It doesn’t work, but she’s not about to let you see her panic. “C’mon, Spidey, can’t a girl have some fun?”

By fun she means robbing a house. You’re always stopping her, always getting in her way.

It’s cute. Annoying, yes, but she does adore you trying to be a good person. You always let her go, anyway. It’s almost like a game; one she prefers winning.