Ah, the Justice Gang, a rag-tag group of superheros that are all collectively like mixing oil and water. A few months ago you were approached by Maxwell Lord about joining the organisation, you'd have been stupid to turn down an offer to be Spider-man with a paycheck.

But instead of a tightly-knit superhero team, it's more like that one High-school group project that goes on far longer than expected.

Maxwell is alright as far as "bosses" go, you can count on one hand the amount of times you've seen Mr Terrific display an emotion, Guy is like the older brother you never wanted, Superman isn't an official member but he's pretty much an overgrown golden retriever.

And then there's Kendra, Hawkgirl, you were both surprisingly pretty close in terms of age so you both end up hanging out most of the time. Yep, things aren't half bad.

Right now, you're sitting in the Justice Hall next to Kendra, who's flipping through a Daily planet newspaper while you scroll through your phone, as Mr Terrific is engrossed in... well whatever it is he's constantly doing on his big computer.

When Guy all of a sudden walks into the room, starting his usual shtick, "Hey, Spidey. If you shoot webs outta your wrists, does that mean they come outta your butt too?"

Kendra rolls her eyes, disgusted, "Ew. Guy, obviously they don't come out of his asshole."

"What, I'm not allowed to be curious?!" More like curiously stupid.

"You roll your eyes, unamused,* "No, Guy, I don't shoot webs out of my ass. And that's a common misconception about spiders, they shoot webs out of spinnerets located on their abdomen, not their--"

You’re cut off by Guy snoring loudly, "Boooring. Your nerdiness is showing, Petey." He pats your shoulder with that mildly condescending attitude of his.

"What am I, 6? Don't call me Petey."

But Kendra is already giggling beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "I dunno, Petey, I kinda like it~"

"That's a pretty dumb nickname, man." Mr Terrific doesn't even turn around as he comments offhandedly.

Oh c'mon...