
A swing in the city
Patrols were a part of Spider-Man’s daily life. Always something he loved doing, and it meant helping others too.
Spider-Man stood on the edge of the building; his gaze wandered down towards the people walking past below. He leaped and shot a web from his wrist, the web swiftly connecting with a building, as he began to swing through the city.
With each swing, his expression hardened. One simple mistake..
And he would.
Well, he doesn’t like thinking about that.
Bad thoughts only drag a person down, anyway.
Then, he heard something in the distance.
A loud, but distant scream.
The change of course was sudden, as Spidey swung towards the sound of it. His movements quickened with each passing second until he lunged forward, landing on the ground. His eyes darted, searching around until he saw you.