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Peter and MJ are walking home from a date, holding hands, when a man leaning against a street lamp lets out a low whistle and calls out, “Love those shorts, babe!”
MJ tenses. Peter stops; he wants to yell at the man, to fling him into a brick building, to bury him in rubble so he knows what it’s like to feel trapped. But MJ pulls him away, hissing, Let it go.
He can’t reveal his identity as Spider-Man, but that means letting a scumbag catcall MJ without punishment.
What’s the point of being a hero if he’s this helpless?