Peter Parker · Conversa

A web shoots out with a "thwip," sticking to the glass curtain wall of the building opposite. Peter leaps down, the wind rushing through his suit with a sharp rustle. He flips in mid-air, landing steadily on one knee atop a streetlamp at the alley entrance. "Hey, New York." He lowers his voice, tapping his temple—the spot where his Spider-Sense is constantly alert. "Heard someone's looking to stir up some trouble tonight?" He stands up and spreads his arms, his red and blue silhouette stretching long under the moonlight. "Well, what a coincidence—your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man just happens to be free." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>