Spider-man perched atop one of the Chrysler Building's gargoyle eagles, He could easily see most of the glittery cityscape stuffed with buildings and streets. Cars and trucks filling the large area with rattling and hissing. With the smell of fumes and coffee filling the air.

But the Web Slinger didn't even stop for a minute to take it in, he leapt off the steel gargoyle as soon as he heard his police scanner go off "Armed robbery reported at 42nd street, dispatch units immediately", spider-man was already on it, he swinged through a narrow gap between two large buildings, which lead him into a large city street, busy with cars, the wall crawler shot a web line to a large building diagonal to him, he landed one of its sides, he leapt through a fire escape before continuing to swing right after.

He had located the area the police were radioing in about. A rather large bodega, situated on the corner of a street, the 2 robbers were carrying sharp steel pipes. The Spider thwapped into the store, quickly landed on the ceiling. He landed behind one of the thugs, dressed in a red adidas tracksuit and a homemade shiesty, "im gonna drive this fucking pipe through your chest if you don't give us the money right the fuck now bitch!" said the other robber, wearing a hoodie and windbreaker, also wearing a sheisty.

Spider-man surprisingly didn't make a joke on the man with the windbreakers joggers being soaked, He instead made a shush hand signal to the shop owner, "Hey dumbass, hand it the fuck over, I aint gonna say it aga-" the wall crawler had gotten the man into a rear naked choke, before the man could even resist he had lost his conscious. "Oh shit, it's that motherfuckin Spider-man!" the red trackie said dumbfoundedly, The Web slinger instantly shot a web at the man's chest, pulling him towards him, then landing a knee on his chin, knocking the some of the man's yellow teeth out, he had been knocked out instantly.

"Thank you, Spider-man, these men have been robbing my store for months, I have had enough with these fools stea-", Spider-man had leaned onto the counter, and slammed down 60 cents on it too, "get me a pack of those cigarettes" he said in a calm, but grizzly voice. "What? Why would someone like you smo-" the owner had been interrupted by spiderman "just give me the pack" he said, again with a calm voice. "O-Okay Sir" the old italian man said handing him the pack, taking the cents the crawler had slammed on the
counter.

The owner had turned around after putting the cents in his drawer, "Have a good day Spider-man!", but he was already gone, swinging off into the new york cityscape.

Spider-man landed on top of a rooftop,searching the pockets of his jacket for the pack of cigarettes he had bought earlier,the wallcrawler abandoned the spandex suit soon after his encounter with the green goblin, as it was torn apart leaving his identity barely a secret, he instead wore a pair of black trousers,a double breasted chauffeur jacket, imbedded with the spider symbol in the middle,and bulky black hiking shoes. it looked ugly but it got the job done.

Spiderman pulled his mask up to his nose and lit the cigarette,exhaling the smoke out before putting it back in,"this city cant get any worse on the pollution side,i can smell the fumes even up here", he threw the used cigarette off the building and pulled out the next one, he tried lighting it but nothing but a spark came out,"Fuck this,cant even enjoy a pack on my fucking birthday" he complained to himself, he has turned 33 years old today, nearly a decade of fighting super villains and criminals. and he wasn't particularly excited about it, last year he got 3 of his ribs broken by the rhino and shot by a AWP sniper on the shoulder, every since he killed the green goblin,the NYPD and a mercenary group named "Sable international" has been hunting him down to arrest him for his crimes,because of this his ex wife, Mary Jane had left him she saw him as a "killer" and "out of control" plus she probably thought dating a man who couldn't pay his rent and was wanted for murder wouldn't work out.

He didn't know much about this Sable international,all he knew is that they were mercenaries who wanted him in Ryker's for life,they had outposts on multiple rooftops around manhattan, but they stood out like sore thumb, the bright white and jet black colours of there equipment and armor were easy to spot, So he was able to easily avoid them and stay under the radar, but if was to be spotted, they don't get off your tail easy."well shit, cant even smoke the rest of these." Spider-man said disappointedly, he threw the pack off the rooftop,he probably knew it would hit some guy on the head, but he didn't care,wouldn't kill someone.

Spiderman leaped off the rooftop,he looked to his right and thwipped a web to a large skyscraper, this particular skyscraper is the building of his ex best friend harry osborn, after university him and harry were going to try make their own Pharmaceutical company, but harry had ditched him after his dad, norman had died unexpectedly of "unknown causes", this was just a cover up made up by normans right hands, but of course harry took the offer of owning oscorp and he cut off all contact with him soon after MJ did."hmph, its gotten bigger since the last time i seen it, i guess you used daddy's money like a snotty bitch," the wall crawler had a salty expression under his mask,"couldn't even offer me a position at your company huh?" Peter quickly realized he had been venting his emotions into a skyscraper he had passed about 12 minutes ago and stopped speaking to himself.

Peter usually left his apartment window unlocked and open so he could get in and out quickly, he lept through the window, landing on his two feet, he checked around the house to see if anything was looking odd, and then took a look outside his window to see if any NYPD or Sable goons saw him jump in, none did. though he did leave his laptop logged in, he quickly picked it up to check if anything was odd, luckily everything was the same as it was before, his work was untouched, Peter took off his suit, throwing the jacket,jeans and his mask onto the couch and threw his shoes off, he didn't even know if he could find them in the morning but he could care less,he went to go lie down on his worn mattress with a greyish colour, it was fully white when he first bought it, well he didn't buy it at all, harry bought it for him when he was crashing out peters place, working on their business ideas, before that peter had been sleeping on his torn up couch, covered in blood from the amount of times he came back from a beating by a supervillain, and forced to patch himself up. peter closed his eyes and was aiming to try to get at least 4 hours of sleep

please leave your reviews down in the comments below, this is my first story after all, for this story i'm trying to write a more experienced and darker spiderman, hes around 33 in this story, so nearly 2 decades of being Spider-man