Lady, I've had to deal with a crazy man in a goblin suit with an unnatural fixation on pumpkin bombs, a guy made of electricity, a guy made of sand, a man in an invincible Rhino suit, a nearly unstoppable half-alien, and to top it all off there's an angry Russian hunter who went all feral on me and hunts me for sport back home. And every last one of them wanted me various shades of dead.

And that's just in the past month before I got sent here. I think I can manage.

[But there's also Doc Ock, Mysterio, Vulture, and the Lizard who aren't included on the laundry list of homicidal headaches that plague his life.]

Me? I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. One name on the laundry list of superheroes that got dragged into this place, but the only one who can pull off the red and blue tights. Then again, I guess the spider-powers are a little more unique. Even if the Iron Ego would probably beg to differ on both points.

But he's kind of a jerk, so, no one cares what he thinks.