He felt bit rusty, but Fred was enjoying getting back to the old routine. He parked in his old, usual spot and then turned around to face the passenger seats. "Hey Herman, you got the masks?"

Herman unzipped his backpack and pulled out three cheap plastic masks, each portraying a different member of the Avengers. Mac punched him in the arm. "What the hell are these?" he complained, "What was wrong with the ski masks?"

"They get itchy, and I thought these would be more fun," Herman mumbled. Mac just sighed and snatched the Hulk mask out of his hands.

Fred grabbed the Iron Man mask. "I like them, they're, uhh, more contemporary."

Herman looked down at the last mask remaining. "Oh come on, why do I get the Vision one? That guy creeps me out!"

"Hey, you bought 'em," Mac sneered, putting on his mask, "Now, are we doing this or what?"

Fred reached into glove compartment and pulled out his pistol, tucking it into his jeans pocket. He smiled. "It's good to be back."

The three men jumped out of the car and slammed the doors shut behind them. Fred enjoyed the cool breeze, "Nothing quite like Queens on an autumn night," he whispered to himself. They casually walked into the bank's ATM room and up to the machine. Herman nervously kept watch while Mac was prying the screen off with his crowbar, humming happily. Fred just stood there and smiled under his mask.

Mac spoke up. "Hey Fred, what ever happened to you going straight after prison? Couldn't handle Burger King?"

"Burger King couldn't handle ME," Fred laughed. "You know me, I just can't stay away from this kind of stuff. This is my passion!"

Mac moved out of the way, and Herman started working the drill. "If I get into this quick enough maybe we could also hit the place on 108th tonight." Right on cue, the drill made that satisfying sound of breaking through the safe. Herman swung the hatch open and then went back on guard duty as Mac and Fred starting stuffing their bags with bricks of fresh bills, like sheltered children on Halloween night. Herman, being the nervous wreck that he was, checked every possible direction for police or witnesses. He shrieked when he looked straight up at the ceiling.

"Aw man, I was gonna jump down and do a cool pose!" the man on the ceiling whined. The three criminals were looking right up at him in confusion, and their eyes followed as he somersaulted down to the bank floor, stumbling to his feet. He was wearing a red hoodie and blue sweatpants with red socks pulled up over them. His fingerless gloves connected to bulky devices on his wrists, and his face was hidden by a red mask with round eyes, like camera lenses. A crudely-drawn spider was on the front of his hoodie. "See? you guys made me mess up the cool landing!"

Mac responded instantly, screaming and charging at him with the crowbar. The man effortlessly dodged, letting the momentum carry Mac. The man shot a white, web-like thread out of the device on his left wrist, pinning Mac to the wall with his crowbar-hand. "Stick around," the man said with a very bad Arnold Schwarzenegger impression. Herman tried getting a punch in, but the masked man avoided that too and flipped towards the wall, sticking to it. "I don't want you to miss out on the fun!" He aimed a web at Herman's chest and pulled him forward, sticking the other end of the web to the ceiling. The man giggled at Mac trying to get his hand unstuck and Herman, safely suspended from the ceiling, flailing his arms and legs. Fred growled and brandished his gun. He couldn't handle going back to prison, especially after just getting out. The masked man noticed the weapon and landed the ground, putting his hands up. "I didn't know you had a gun!"

"Yeah, that's right!" Fred nervously laughed, quickly running through his usual speech to witnesses. "I don't want any funny business, okay? Don't try to be a hero!"

"But that's in my job description!" the man joked. He thwipped the gun out of Fred's hand and tossed it aside. "Any particular way you'd like this to end? Being webbed to the ceiling usually looks like the most fun."

Fred felt the sweat drip down his forehead and assessed his options, scanning the room. He made the poor choice of reaching for Herman's discarded drill. The masked man immediately webbed him to the wall, shooting more and more onto him. He was completely cocooned except for his face. The restriction made him feel completely paralyzed.

"It's such a shame, I don't understand why the Avengers would turn to crime!" the man taunted, scribbling something on a notepad. He tore out the note and webbed it right next to Fred. Fred stretched his neck as much as he could and read Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. When he looked up, Spider-Man had vanished.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hello, and welcome to my first attempt at a Spider-Man story! Spider-Man is one of my favorite characters in all of comics, so this will definitely do justice to him and all of his related characters. After seeing Spider-Man Homecoming, I was inspired to write something from more of a villain's point-of-view and involving Spider-Man's early days. And you can also tell where I got the Avengers-bank-robbery idea from, sorry. But further down the line, this will end up taking more inspiration from Nick Spencer's Superior Foes of Spider-Man series, a favorite of mine.

If anyone is also reading my Batman story, no, I'm not abandoning that in favor of this. I just had a little inspiration and wanted to at least get the first chapter for this down. I have both stories planned far enough out that there shouldn't be a problem or drop in quality with either of them.

And please leave this a review if you can! I love to hear criticism and thoughts about my stories! What you like, what you dislike, what you think will happen, what you hope will happen, anything! Either way, prepare yourself for the next chapter, where another major player is introduced!