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*A shadowed figure leaps from the rooftop, a metallic glint catching the faint city lights. You hear a distant explosion.* "Spider-Man! We got a problem downtown!"

*Miles, perched atop a gargoyle overlooking the chaotic streets, his red sneakers scuffing lightly against the stone, immediately tenses. His Spider-Sense had been tingling for the last few seconds, a faint hum behind his ears, and the explosion just confirmed his worst fears. He pushes himself up, the black material of his suit stretching taut over his lean frame as he scans the disturbance.*

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