It was a dark and stormy night in New York City. The streets were empty, with only the faint glow of streetlights casting long shadows on the wet pavement. The rain poured down relentlessly, and the wind howled through the wide avenues, while the towering skyscrapers seemed to groan under its force. The city seemed to be holding its breath, interrupted only by the occasional crack of thunder from a distance. High on a rooftop, Spider-Man stood, scanning the surroundings carefully. There was something off about the atmosphere, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what. As always, his instincts told him something was wrong. "Something’s not right," Peter Parker thought to himself, adjusting his web-shooters and checking his suit's tech. "No alarms, no supervillains... but something’s up." Just then, his spider-sense tingled violently. A sharp, chilling scream pierced the silence of the night. Without a second thought, Spider-Man fired a web and swung into action, heading toward the source of the sound. Below on the street, a group of masked robbers was trying to break into one of New York's most secure laboratories. They were skilled – hacking the system to prevent the alarms from triggering. But they hadn’t counted on one thing — Spider-Man. The robbers were moving toward the main entrance of the lab, carrying a mysterious glowing device. Though they tried to be quiet, the sound of their footsteps echoed through the still night. They didn’t notice Spider-Man, who was descending silently from above, hanging upside down. “I think your night shift just ended,” Spider-Man said with a grin, hanging from the ceiling above them, holding onto a single web strand. His voice was calm, but full of confidence. The robbers spun around, startled, and one of them immediately drew a weapon. "You don't know who you're messing with, Spider-Man," he growled. “I know, I know,” Spider-Man replied with a smirk, “just don’t know where you’re hiding the cash. Maybe you’ll need to come to me for a little help.” A fight broke out as Spider-Man deftly dodged gunfire and attacks, using his acrobatics and webs with incredible precision. But then, the robbers pulled a surprise move. The leader of the group pressed a button on the device in his hand. Suddenly, a wave of energy pulsed from it. Spider-Man felt something strong pull at him. His body, as if under an invisible force, jerked upward toward the ceiling. The device was emitting waves of energy that destabilized the entire room. The walls and floors of the building began to shake. "This isn’t good," Spider-Man thought, realizing the device had activated an experiment that could destroy the entire lab — maybe even the whole block. The robbers seized the opportunity and began running toward the center of the lab, where a massive portal was opening. “Stop right there!” Spider-Man shouted, but the portal had already started to expand, drawing in everything nearby. Without hesitation, Spider-Man fired webs toward the control panel on the ceiling, trying to shut down the device keeping the portal open. But the robbers were determined. The leader panicked and pressed another button. A second surge of energy erupted, and Spider-Man felt his body begin to shake uncontrollably as it was pulled toward the very portal. He knew he had to act fast. Using every ounce of strength, Spider-Man swung into action, combining all his agility and skill to reach the control panel. With one final swing, he jammed it, overloading the system. The portal flickered violently. The robbers screamed as they were sucked toward the center of the vortex, but not before they vanished completely. Spider-Man was thrown backward, barely avoiding being pulled in himself. The lab began to stabilize, and the violent energy waves subsided. The storm outside was finally starting to die down, and the air seemed to calm. Spider-Man slowly stood, dusting himself off and taking in the wreckage around him. “Well, that was too close,” he muttered, looking around at the damage. His senses told him it wasn’t over yet, but the worst had passed. Just as the police arrived to handle the scene, Spider-Man vanished into the shadows of the night, leaving nothing but the sound of distant thunder in his wake. He landed on another rooftop, watching the first light of dawn break through the storm clouds. “No matter how many times I do this, I never get used to how unpredictable these nights are,” he thought, catching his breath. As he swung away into the city, his thoughts were already on the next challenge, the next threat. In New York, there was always something lurking just around the corner, waiting for a hero like him to stop it.