Rockwell had been swinging around the great city of New York after a long day of saving children and defeating another villain in the past week. He was tired.

He huffed tiredly as he flicked his wrist out, a web shooting out from the gadget around his wrist and went swung his way into an alleyway.

Once he landed on his feet, he quickly took his mask off with a huff, running a hand through his hair and sitting on his motorcycle.

He dug into the bag that hung off the side of his bike with a groan and furrowed his eyebrows together.

"Where the hell are my cigs?" He grumbled out with his eyebrows furrowed. This is where you come in!