Hey everyone! The name is Spider-Man. The other Spidey told me I should get a Twitter account, so here I am. Feel free to report any crimes you see in NYC to this account.
Bit of friendly neighborhood advice for Spidey cosplayers out there: Put a zipper in the suit. Fighting Electro after holding it in for a couple hours is the WORST.
People keep telling me they were hoping for the other Spider-Man immediately after I rescue them from burning buildings. I like the guy too but there's a time and a place guys.
Fighting Sandman always leaves a bunch of sand in the suit. A piece of advice, by the way: Always make sure there's no sand on you before you try to lay in bed with your girlfriend.
Still mad that being a reserve Avenger doesn't come with discounts. I hope Tony and Cap are enjoying their complimentary shawarma while I have to pick which flavor of ramen I want for dinner tonight.
I'll have Jonah know that the only thing menacing about me is the stench of this suit. I don't exactly have an easy way to bring this suit to a laundromat.