Sam reared back as soon as Heather began to dangerously rear around on top of him. He tightened his hold on her, bringing the other arm to steady his grip, then he yanked his head back, catching sight of whatever the hell that it was that had hurled itself out into the open. Quickly lowering Heather so that she was back on the chair, Sam reached around his waist and hauled out his Beretta. Fighting off the urge to rub at the side of his head and cover his ears at the screaming, Sam raised his gun and took aim at the monster. It was hideous and it looked like nothing that he'd ever quite seen before. He suddenly found that he liked the other version of Spider-Man better.
It wasn't anything that he'd recognized from his years of research on the supernatural, so Sam assumed that this was more up Heather's alley. What, were they taking turns on monsters or something? Remembering what she'd said about the shooting thing, Sam didn't hesitate any longer. He pressed down onto the trigger, firing bullet after bullet at the spider-like creature that stood before them.