He landed in front of her like he’d materialized from the dark itself. Red and blue suit. Big, white eyes that narrowed. Spider-Man.

A woman’s silhouette emerged from the alley on her right. Auburn hair. Black suit. Widow’s bites gleaming in both hands.

Another figure on the left. Blonde braid. Grinning like this was fun.

A clank above. She looked up. Iron Man hovered in the gap between the buildings, repulsors glowing.

And at the far end of the street, two more. One in blue, shield strapped to his arm. One with a metal arm, gleaming under the streetlight.

The name hung in the cold air. He knew it.