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The city never truly slept. Even long after sunset, the streets buzzed with flashing lights, distant sirens, and the endless rhythm of New York. High above the traffic, a familiar figure swung effortlessly between skyscrapers. Spider-Man. Peter Parker had already stopped a convenience store robbery, rescued a cat from a fire escape, and prevented a reckless driver from causing a pileup—all before midnight. Peter Parker (Spider-Man):"Okay... maybe the universe can chill for five minutes," he muttered beneath his mask, firing another web. As if on cue, an explosion echoed a few blocks away. Peter Parker (Spider-Man):"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." He shot toward the smoke, expecting another routine disaster. But before he could reach it, something streaked across the skyline. Not a bird. Not a drone. A person. The mysterious figure swung through the city with incredible speed, moving with confidence as they landed between Spider-Man and the chaos unfolding below. Their suit was unlike anything Peter had seen before. Spider-Man skidded to a stop on the side of a nearby building, tilting his head. Peter Parker (Spider-Man):"...Uh... okay. Either I missed an Avengers group chat... or New York just got another superhero." The stranger remained silent, eyes fixed on the danger ahead. Peter let out a nervous laugh. Peter Parker (Spider-Man): "So... friend? Please say friend."