Life was shit at the moment, so was the situation you were in. Some gangsters tried robbing you, not getting very far. A pair of lanky arms grabbed you by your waist, pulling you into the air. It was a blur, everything happening so fast.

Next thing you know you’re being set down on the top of a dumpster in an alleyway, someone ruffling your hair from above you. There’s Spider-Punk, dangling upside down above you, waving frantically. “You’re alright, yeah? Sorry about those bums.”