"They call me the friendly neighbourhood Spider-man, otherwise known as the Amazing Spider-man, though I'm not feeling too amazing right now or for that matter friendly. Here the sitch I'm a fugitive from the law. Running from both sides; The police had warrants out for my arrest and S.H.I.E.L.D. had upped the game from stalking to sending the Avengers after me, yeah, those Avengers. Not forgetting the typical Hydra/ AIM drama responsible for this lovely constant paranoia. I've survived so far, losing anyone who's tracking me, but recent developments have tipped the games favour. Unable to go home, I've left Puny Peter Parker behind and have taken up vigilantism 24/7." 'Now I'm alone, but a free spider. Don't get me wrong It has had its benefits, like how my powers have upgraded with all the new free time, meaning I've saved more people and being Spidey is a great distraction to ease guilt over Uncle Ben, and Gwen, well… everyone'. However this has left him very vulnerable and he has lost all but one safe house if you could call it that being half demolished with no running water. Out of options and desperate, peter decides to look at unexplored areas.
Depressed by his thoughts Peter pro/ coned his idea 'con: I did leave it alone for good reasons, safety reasons, but hey I did say I was desperate. Pro: … Did I already mention I was desperate?' Diving from the window he fired a web and flew through the skyline. 'Well it's more like swang… swang? Swung? Nevermind.' Muttering "that's not important right now, I'm using webs not flying, I'm not called the webslinger for nothing?" continuing the conversation in his head 'what is causing the constant banging curtsy of my wonderful Spidey sense, well usually wonderful. We have a love hate relationship. It's been throbbing since I left.' unnerved 'I have avoided this area, I already knew it's not safe especially with a nickname like that.' Speaking aloud "What's wrong with a regular name anyway? Like queens, but no it's gotta be special little snowflake just like hells kitchen". 'I know I'm rambling but I'm nervous alright these warning bells don't go off for nothing.'
A dumpster lid flies open and a cat screeches out past Peter. "WHAT! FU…dge." 'Scratch that I'm terrified. the rumours can't be true, he's just a myth, right?' Just as the thought formed, Peter found himself freefalling. His web cut mid-air. Scrambling to save himself he shoots another web onto a nearby gargoyle but that's sliced too. This time he spotted the offending object "What the hell was that, a throwing star? Ninjas, ninjas are after me now! Of course, they are, who isn't at this point?" 'Though it's a really odd shape for that kind of thing.' Peter twists his body mid-air to land perfectly on the roof where the projectile had embedded itself into a wall. Realising what it was Peter pulled it out and ran his finger over the edge. "sharp" he muttered to himself. Speaking Louder this time he commented "yeah I was right its shaped like a bat".