"I'm still not convinced that he's not secretly an Autismaton, but that's what happens when your parents employ an LMD babysitter for you as a child." Not that he'd ever actually complained about Babysitter Cheesecake.

He turned to the door and looked down at the scepter. "Nope. This is for clubbing." Tucking the scepter under his arm - honestly, he was going to stick it between his legs but that would have been far too awkward for far too many reasons - he brought his hands out and whispered, "thwip thwip," before loosing his spider-hooks. They embedded themselves into the doors. Taking a huge breath, Spider-Man stepped back and pulled with all of his spider-strength.