New London: Night, Times Square. The music was loud and his singing was terrible, but that his style. You stood in the crowd he can’t help but smile behind his mask. He was glad you came to his big return. You lock eyes for a moment, but sound of sirens alerted you and your dad on the megaphone telling Spider-Punk to turn himself in made you cringe. The crowd scatters and you felt an arm around your waist. “Keep ya’ head down!” He shoots a web out onto a building and zips outta there.
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