After school (and rehearsal), Max swung straight home and onto his laptop. He was searching stuff about A Big Man/Mr. Lincoln, and found L. Thompson Lincoln. Every couple of years, a bunch of rumours would start circulating, calling him a Crime Lord, or something like that. Most of the rumours were proven fake though, as Lincoln was a politic and could cover up his tracks pretty well. Max was intrigued, so searched for his Headquarters.
"Manhattan…? Oh come on… well, I guess I could take the train." Moaned Max, indicating that he did not want to go. Well, too bad.
As a train was leaving its station, Spidey was swinging around the train, swinging under the tracks, over the train, doing all sorts of tricks. That's when one of his webs stuck to the roof of the train, so he yanked it back towards him to pull himself forward. He then landed on the roof of the train, then settled down for a relaxing, breezy ride.
Later…
When he was in Manhattan, he started looking around for the building which was the Headquarters of Lincoln. He found the building eventually and started swinging towards it, but then he looked down. That was when he realised how high he was, then pussied out to land on a random rooftop. He looked around to find a pole hanging off the side of a building. He ran towards it, jumped, and swung on it. He looked down again to lose his grip. He was falling. He began to panic, then, what seemed to be his Spider-Instincts reacting, he shot a web without thought. Before he had time to figure out what just happened, he was swinging on the web.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" He screamed, scared out of his mind, then his Spider-Instincts made him leap up from his web to shoot another one.
We leap with him, swinging out over the city, held aloft by the tensile strength of the web alone. We plummet down, in a graceful, terrifying arc, and as the ground races up toward us, Spider-Man's left hand rises- CLICK!
Another web strand rockets out into the night, the web-slinger shifts his weight to the second strand, abandoning the first, pulling himself back up in a graceful arc that rises toward a glass-front building right in front of us.
The glass-front building races up at us, impossibly fast, but instead of crashing through it, we land on it, we stick. We pivot, look for another tall building. We spot one, our gloved wrist rises up into frame, shoots out a web, and we leap from the building, swinging off into space again.
So that's what it's like to be Spider-Man.