Wannabe Spiderman (Peter Parker)

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Sirens echoed down the street as they get closer to where I'm walking. In the soft yellow light of the street lamps, the loud noise was normal in a big city like New York. Ignoring the sirens, I tugged my hood up, pulling my bag of food closer to me and scurry into the alleyway towards my apartment, eager to get back to the warmth of my home. As I'm almost to the other side, rushed footsteps approached me. Before I could turn around, a hand shoots out and grabs my bag from my grasp, almost spilling the contents inside. Which happens to consists of my dinner for the night.
"Hey! That's my sandwich you asshole!" I yell after him as my long legs begin to chase him. I've had a long day and was not in the mood to go back to get another sandwich. Still running, I put my hand in front of me, and with a flick of my wrist, sticky webs shot out of my hand and latched onto the bag. I jerked my arm backward, taking the sandwich stealer by surprise. Making sure my hood covered most of my face, I kicked the man who stole my dinner in the stomach, which made him let go of the bag of food.
"I'm not in the mood for someone to mess with me bud, I-" I was cut off by the sound of someone landing on top of the dumpster nearby. I looked up, my hood almost slipping off, to see Spiderman perched on the dumpster. Just my luck.