[After resolving the misunderstanding, Spider-Man continued swinging through the city on his web. He landed on a rooftop before shooting out another strand of web to keep moving forward.]
[However, he miscalculated his landing and plummeted straight to the ground. Letting out a pained yelp, he quickly got up and reassured himself, "I'm fine! I'm fine!"]
"How embarrassing! Peter!" A female classmate beside him turned around, looking at the younger Peter Parker with a teasing smile.
Little Peter Parker blushed furiously, lowering his head in shame. He had just fallen flat on his face while web-swinging.
The first-generation Gwen playfully nudged Tobey's Spider-Man. "I remember you also crashed into a wall when you first started swinging, right? He's just like you!"
1st Gen Spider-Man raised his hand as if to argue but ultimately sighed, unable to refute her claim.
"Relax, I was just teasing. That was your first time, but Peter Parker III? He's been swinging for a while now, so his fall was way more embarrassing."
Gwen giggled, taking his hand in hers and planting a comforting kiss on his cheek.
[As the sun began to set, Spider-Man sat on a rooftop, munching on a fried dough stick while gazing at the bustling streets below. He pulled out his phone and dialed Happy's number.]
["Your call has been transferred to Happy Hogan's voicemail!" The mechanical prompt played before Spider-Man started speaking.]
["Hey, Happy! Just giving you my report for today! I stopped a guy trying to steal a bike, but I couldn't find the owner, so I left a note!"]
["I also helped a lost Dominican lady. She was really sweet—she even bought me churros! But, you know, I just feel like I could be doing more."]
["You get what I mean? Like, when's my next real mission? Anyway, call me back! I'm Peter Parker!"]
[As he hung up, he groaned in regret. "Why did I tell him about the churros?"]
[Setting his phone aside, he began inspecting the transmitter on his suit. He pressed a button, but the device misfired, launching the spider silk storage unit out of its compartment.]
["Oh! Uh! Hey! Hey! Oh! Ah!" Panicked, Spider-Man quickly stuck to the wall, barely managing to catch the component before it hit the ground. He sighed in relief, securing it back into place.]
[Just then, he spotted a group of shady individuals entering a bank ATM across the street.]
[As they walked in, one of them excitedly muttered to his companions, "I can't wait to see this thing in action!"]
[Spider-Man narrowed his eyes, watching them intently. "Finally, something big!"]
[Inside the bank, one of the gangsters wielded a high-tech cutting tool—an illegal gadget supplied by Vulture. He pressed it against the ATM, slicing through it effortlessly.]
["Man, this thing makes robbing ATMs way too easy!" he laughed, already planning their next target.]
["Told you it was worth the price!" his lookout replied, keeping watch at the entrance.]
[Once the ATM was breached, another thug stepped forward with a gravity gun. Activating it, he effortlessly ripped the front panel off the machine, exposing stacks of cash inside.]
["Oh, hell yeah! We can hit at least five more places tonight!" one of them exclaimed, shoving wads of cash into his backpack.]
[Unbeknownst to them, Spider-Man had quietly entered the bank, slipping through the door and shutting it behind him. The thug standing guard, who was wearing an Iron Man mask, didn't notice him at all.]
[Leaning casually against the railing, Spider-Man cleared his throat loudly. "Ahem! Hey, guys! Forgot your password?"]
[The startled gangsters spun around, finally realizing they weren't alone.]
[It was then that Spider-Man noticed their masks—each of them was wearing the face of an Avenger: Iron Man, Captain America, the Hulk, and Thor.]
"Pfft—" Tony Stark nearly choked on his drink when he saw the lookout wearing an Iron Man mask.
Rhodey burst out laughing. "Tony, is that your biggest fan? Or your worst impersonator?"
Banner initially found the scene amusing—until he spotted a thug wearing a Hulk mask. His expression darkened.
Rhodey grinned. "Oh, Banner! Look at that! The Hulk, Iron Man, Thor, and Captain America robbing a bank together? That's headline material!"
Banner sighed, shaking his head. "Great. Just great. A criminal's out there wearing my face…"
Clint covered his face with his hand, struggling to hold back his laughter. "This has gotta be the worst PR disaster for the Avengers yet."
Natasha smirked. "Should I be relieved that there are only four of them? At least I dodged this embarrassment."
Even the usually composed Coulson let out a chuckle.
Nick Fury, however, remained focused. "Hey! None of you noticed what they're holding?"
Captain America immediately straightened up. "Yeah, that's Toomes' tech, no doubt about it."
"But we can't charge Toomes for something he hasn't done yet," Steve added, frowning. "And let's not forget—he was wronged first."
Nick Fury understood Steve's hesitation. Though S.H.I.E.L.D. had been monitoring Adrian Toomes, they couldn't act unless he committed an actual crime. Ever since S.H.I.E.L.D. became more public, they had to operate with caution.
[Back at the bank, Spider-Man feigned excitement. "Wow! You guys are the Avengers! What brings you here?"]
[The thug in the Iron Man mask cocked his shotgun, aiming straight at Spider-Man. But before he could fire, Spider-Man shot a web at the gun and yanked it from his hands.]
[The weapon flew backward, slamming into two of his accomplices, making them stagger.]
[One of the gangsters lunged at him with an elbow strike, but Spider-Man effortlessly parried it, countering with a shove that sent the thug crashing into another one behind him. "Thor, Hulk, so nice to finally meet you!"]
[Flipping onto the ceiling, Spider-Man hooked his feet around the "Thor" thug's collar and hurled him against the wall. "I gotta say, you guys don't look as heroic in person."]
[Still hanging upside down, he turned to the Iron Man mask-wearing thug, who rushed at him with clenched fists. Spider-Man effortlessly dodged each punch. "Hey, Iron Man! Why are you robbing banks? You're supposed to be a billionaire!"]