EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREET – DAY
The sunlight glints off the streets as police tape flutters around the church, its bell tower shattered and cracked from the recent chaos. Captain George Stacy stands with arms crossed, watching over the cleanup.
Spider-Man drops down beside him, landing lightly on the pavement. His red and blue suit gleams, the web-shooters still strapped on the outside of his wrists like bracers.
George Stacy (raising an eyebrow): New suit?
Spider-Man (grinning under the mask, giving a mock bow): Yup. New suit.
He waves cheerfully at a group of children walking past, who gasp and laugh, waving back at their hero.
George follows Spider-Man's gaze upward, both of them staring at the wrecked church bell, hanging on by twisted beams.
Spider-Man (pointing): Your fault?
George Stacy (snapping his head around): Wait, what?!
Before he can argue further, George squints at him, suspicious.
George Stacy: Also… can you explain to me why Deathstroke was beat up two days ago?
-FLASH CUT – TWO DAYS AGO-
Dark alley. Rain pouring. Deathstroke staggers back, bruised, his mask cracked. Spider-Man is on him like a whirlwind, fists flying.
Spider-Man (shouting with each punch): Who's your daddy now, huh?! Who's your daddy you motherf*ck#r!
A random civilian watches in shock from the sidewalk.
Civilian (yelling): The mailbox! Spider-Man hit him with the mailbox!
Sure enough, Spider-Man rips a mailbox out of the ground and slams it across Deathstroke's chest, sending the mercenary flying into a dumpster.
-CUT BACK TO PRESENT-
Spider-Man shrugs innocently, hands raised.
Spider-Man: No idea, Captain Stacy.
George just stares at him in disbelief as Spider-Man gives another wave to the kids, pretending nothing happened.