"Ya know, a little respect would be nice." Peter Parker, or Spider-Man as his alias states, easily tilted his head to the side as soon as the bullet was an inch away from his head. The group of three muggers shuddered in fear, before gaining morale and releasing a hail of bullets in the spider's general direction. Spider glanced up, noticing a sturdy-looking balcony a couple dozens feet up from his position in the shady alley. A stream of durable, sticky weapon blasted from the hero's wrist, and he blasted onto the balcony, just as the hot lead coming from the guns completely tattered and scorched the alley wall behind him.

"The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout..." He began to sang out creepily, leaping off of the balcony's edge and onto a water-pipe running up the alley's wall. He heard the heart rate of the thugs intensify, and the fear of the victim, hiding behind a trashcan, ebb away slightly. Deciding to end this quickly, Spider-Man began to crawl over the wall like an actual spider, grinning beneath his mask.

"Down came the web and that's where the song ends..." Spider-Man, once directly above the thugs, leaped into the air and turned upside down, launching web after web like a gatling gun. Once he made it directly above the web-covered thugs, he belly-slammed the closest one, knocking him out immediately. 

"All in a day's work. yo, you're okay bro?" He called out to the victim, whom had already ran away into the night. He shrugged, and began to sling away. "No rest for the wicked..."