[ID: An illustrated Spider-Man comic. A Black woman wearing a short dress walks with a frown ahead of two white men who are catcalling her. They shout, “Hey, c’mon, why you gotta walk away, huh, gorgeous?” “You’re so beautiful, we just wanna talk!” The view goes to Spider-Man, who’s sitting at the bottom of steps and holding a takeout bag. He complains, “One fortune cookie?? Aaagh… I’ll just tell Aunt May I ate mine, I guess.” Peter says, “Really wanted to know my lucky numbers…” as the woman walks passed with a hunched posture. Then the woman freezes with recognition.
She turns to him, arms still crossed, and asks, “Hey, uh… Are you the real Spider-Man or just some guy in a costume?” Peter looks up and holds up a finger. “Real.” The woman frowns to the side and says, “Well, uh, this is maybe kind of silly but it’s late and I live across town and there’s these guys following me?”
Peter looks in the same direction and shouts, “There’s guys following you??” She says, “Yeah, around the corner. Look, I was just wondering if you’d walk me home?” Peter, still sitting on the steps, asks, “You want me to do something about those guys, though?” She says, “I’d really rather just go home.” Peter stands and says, “Okay, yeah, sure, I can do that.” He asks, “So, uh… You ever seen Cowboy Bebop?” as they begin to walk. The woman asks, “What’s that, like… a band?”
The view cuts to them in a subway train. Peter enthusiastically explains, “… And so then we’re back in the ship and Jet’s cooking dinner and Spike is off doing his workout and being pensive and everything because this bounty just really got to him, you know?” The woman looks disbelieving and annoyed as he continues, “Anyway, that’s the first episode. Now, the second episode…” They then arrive at the woman’s house, and she opens her front door and waves goodbye. “Thanks, Spidey. It’s um… It’s been real.” He waves back, “Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” His hand stays up for a bit, and then he reaches into a pocket to pull out his phone and put earbuds in.
Music starts playing as he slings a web and shoots into the air, still carrying the takeout bag. The music sings, “I think it’s time we blow this scene / Get everybody and the stuff together.” Then Peter’s shown crouching on a wall over the two men who were following the woman earlier. They looks like they’re arguing, and the music sings, “OK.” Peter’s eyes narrow. “3, 2, 1, let’s jam.” End ID]
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