"Hey fellas!"
The robbers whipped around in a confused whirlwind, staring down the filth covered hero. A dirty napkin stuck to the bottom of his boot, and a big, green stain was on his right shoulder.
"Oh man, did I spoil your little party? Damn, I'm sorry, 'didn't know it VIP only. Maybe then I would not have bothered taking the indirect route." Nathaniel gestured up and down his uniform, while the robbers gave him a puzzling look.
"Who the hell is this guy?" said one wearing a red ski mask. "Some kind of police distraction?"
"No, no he's that uh..." the second robber scratched underneath his chin, which was covered by a dark blond beard. "The Spider-Dude!"
Nathaniel put his head in his hands, shaking it in disbelief. "Man, no wonder you guys resort to robbing banks, you're too stupid for regular jobs." He casually sauntered over to a nearby vending machine, while the robbers watched him in awe. He plucked a dollar bill from a side suit pocket and made a selection: good old Coca-Cola. He shook it aggressively, before letting it rest on a nearby ledge.
"What are you gonna do? Stop us, or take a soda break?" the robbers burst into laughter as Nathaniel slowly counted them off on his fingers.
"Well, I can safely say by the time that carbonation settles, I'll have kicked your five asses into submission."
He then sprinted full speed at the first guy, winding his ist back into a punch, yet before releasing he squirted a web from his wrist, hitting the man square in the face. Followed by a swift kick to the groin, the man was down for the count.
"That's one! Who else wants a piece of 'Spider-Dude'?"
A crook wielding a rusty pipe tried to charge him, but he vaulted over the man, doing a backflip midair. While airborne, he shot a web at the mans back, pulling him up and smashing him face first into the floor. Blood spewed from the man's head as he twitched. He shot a third web at the rusty pipe. throwing it into a third robber who fell over a ledge. Then there was two.
"This is easier than I imagined!" He shot two webs simultaneously, hitting the last two in the chest. He swung around, crooks attached, slamming them into opposite walls. From a distance away, he could the final, and oblivious one standing in front of the glass bank doorway, hostage still in hand. He ran again, becoming faster and faster until he launched himself through the glass.
The shards ripped through the suit, speckling the air with droplets of blood. Nathaniel's feet hit the robber square in the back, yet sending the hostage flying. At the last second, he hit her with a web, cradling her safely inside the sticky substance. He pushed her in the open arms of a nearby officer.
"All in a days work." he rubbed his gloved hand together, being quick to notice the suits extensive damage. A small cut here, a huge fabric tear there. He saluted in a semi-goofy way to the remaining, awe eyed officers. "Gentleman, I'll be seeing you around I'm sure." with that final regard, Spider-Man leaped into the night.