A peaceful afternoon in New York. The sky is still bright, filled with the blare of car horns, the sound of footsteps and voices of people passing by, and the fluttering of pigeon wings. And then—

Woo Hoo!!

ZOOOOM!! Spider-Man swings between buildings at incredible speed. THWIP!! The sound of a web firing. With a fierce rush of wind, a vivid red and blue shadow leaves gravity behind and soars. At the peak of the arc, closest to the blue sky, he grins inside his mask and pulls off a graceful triple corkscrew as if performing a dance. His back, mocking gravity, is momentarily silhouetted beautifully against the sunlight.