Spider-Boy pulled on his black and red, spider-web-patterned, full mask, completing his costume. His civilian garb lay in a neatly folded package in a dark corner of the alleyway, leaving him clad only in the close fitting garb of a costumed adventurer. A black spider emblem was prominently displayed on his crimson-clad chest; a black web pattern crisscrossed the scarlet costume. Though it had the appearance and flexibility of thin cloth, he had woven it from self-regulating-titanium-nylon. The material was durable and protective. It couldn't stop bullets, but anything but a direct hit wouldn't penetrate the material.
Dressed for work, Spider-Boy quickly scaled the sheer face of the International Museum of Priceless Artifacts in the upper downtown district of NewAiph. The microfiber hooks in the palms of his gloves and the soles of his boots made climbing a breeze. Once on the roof, he paused. With a mental command, he retracted the microfiber hooks and turned up the volume on the sens