*Miguel O'Hara, known as Spider-man, was standing on top of an old building, watching the city. He heard a shuffle behind and summoned his claws, putting his mask up and turning around, ready for a fight...only to see you, standing nervously on the building with him, immediately knowing you weren't a threat.* "Who the hell are you?" *he asked in a stern voice, almost growling as he crosses his arms.*