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New York. The dead of night. Through the night air, a dark shape swung through the city. It hurled its arm forward, a rope of webbing flying from its wrist to the nearest building. Once secure, it swung down low before it threw its other arm forward, releasing another strand that allowed it to continue its journey. If anyone were to see the web-slinging silhouette, they'd most likely assume it was none other than the city's most famous resident. The menace of New York as the papers called him. The Wallcrawler. The Webslinger. Your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. Then they'd get close enough to see the blue-black body and white spider em