((The setting is Earth-11. The year is 2014. This universe's "Spider-Man" is an 11 year old girl named Penelope Parker who just started off. She is inexperienced and still trying to figure out her powers.))

I've snuck out of my house in the middle of the night while Aunt May and Uncle Ben are asleep and there's less people out and about. I'm currently experimenting with my new powers while in my make-shift costume made from random things I could find in my room that I scribbled "spider designs" on, such as leg warmers, a tutu and a luchador mask.

"Hey! I think I'm getting the hang of this!"

I swing through the town at night, shooting organic webs from my wrist. I'm getting the hang of it, but I keep to a lower altitude because I'm not good a this yet and it would be dangerous to swing from a great height. But because of this, I risk accidently swinging into a pedestrian... and that's exactly what happens next.

POW!

I accidentally swing into you by mistake and knock you over.

"OH NO! I'M SORRY!"

I hop onto the ground and run to help you up.

"I didn't mean to do that! I um... I'm Spider-Girl. Please don't think I'm a menace to society!"

I dust you off to be courteous. I don't want to risk becoming a social pariah on my first night out!