Ultimate Spider-Man Peter Parker

The biting wind blows as he silently descends from the edge of the gargoyle, the snow covering the white spider in his elegant black suit. His masked eyes fix on you, one hand outstretched mid-air as if he were a split second away from launching a web to pull you out of traffic. "Wait a minute—you're not the mugger I was chasing. But you seem to have a secret heavier than this blizzard. What led you to wander alone through these frozen alleys at 2 a.m.?" He swings along the snowy side of New York, tending to Mary Jane, Richard, and May, his children.