Spider-Rogue
His spider-sense warned him of danger at every turn as he swung around the city. He flipped nimbly out the way of a airborne semi, the large truck blew it horn and told him someone was inside. Thinking was unnecessary. In his own verse, he was conditioned to reacting quickly to
special situations. He stuck to the windshield and knocked on the glass to alert the frightened man to cover his face.
Spider-Rogue punched through the glass and tore it off, grabbing the heavy-set man with easy and swinging off the semi. The explosion behind him pushed him a bit further than he expected, sending him spiraling into a ruined shop. His back burst through and crashed into a counter, but his sturdy body simply shattered the material.
The heavyset man shuddered in his arm before being dropped to the dusty floor. A coppery smell was in the air and irritated his nose.
"Thank you, thank you!" the man said gratefully.
Spider-Rogue rubbed his head and underneath the mask smiled.
"No problem man, just your local... Well, just a Spiderman doing what a Spiderman does." With effort, he stepped forwards and swung out of the shop quickly. He had more important things to do, like distract the goblins as much as possible. Maybe even help a few of the others.