Despite the utter insanity that brought Miles to this world and the hectic nature of the weeks that followed, things were settling down. He had his own apartment now and job prospects were looking good. This was the first experience he ever had living on his own and it was exhilarating. He could come and go whenever he pleased and the only thing he had to worry about was one weird neighbor named Grills who cooked on the roof at weird hours of the day.
Tonight had been a good night and Miles was able to slip away from his home unnoticed. He kept to the roofs for a few blocks until he was able to leap from the roof and swing off into the city. Patrolling was something that came naturally and it allowed Miles the chance to see more of this vaguely familiar metropolis. While he had no discernible route yet, Miles liked to mix things and would hit different areas each night. Tonight's path lead him through the city streets and alleys until he stumbled upon a rather strange sight: a white limo and two writhing bodies. "Well that can't be good."
Spider-Man released the line he was on and allowed himself to drop several stories towards the ground. At the last moment Spidey shot a line that slowed his descent and brought him closer to the limo and bodies. One of the men was out cold, the other was grasping at his throat and struggling to breathe. "Oh man." Miles looked around for any sign of help and then rushed to the man's side. "Hey, do you have a phone?" Miles began patting the guy down and came back with a phone. He gripped the man's hand and pressed the wounded man's thumb to the phone to unlock it. A quick series of buttons later and Miles had the dispatcher on the line. "There is a man struggling to breath at--" Miles looked to the sign and read it's name aloud to the dispatcher. "They need help and--" Gunshots from inside drew his attention and he set the phone down. "Just send who you can to help these people."
With that said Spidey burst through the doors and a familiar tingling sensation had him dropping into a roll to avoid gunfire. The place was a mad house with a man dressed in all white fighting against what were clearly goons in suits. A gunman was moving from behind cover to take aim at someone on the other side of the room; Miles leapt into the action. The web head darted forward and rolled over an empty table; his back clung to the surface and he used his momentum to spin the table off the ground and through the air. The flying mass of wood and silverware took the brunt of the gunfire before the goon dropped beneath a series of attacks from Spider-Man.
"This better not be a Dine'n'dash gone wrong. Cause if it is fellas then we seriously need to go over our restaurant etiquette." Some of the gunmen looked at him in confusion and Spidey was then on the move again avoiding gunfire.