New York City. The city that never sleeps. The lights of Downtown Manhattan glowed, as people kept bustling around, the night just coming in. It was late in January, and the winter weather was in full effect, with light snow powdering the streets and sidewalks.

Among the tall, tall buildings in the city, was one that seemed to stand out to everyone who passes by. To anyone who sees this building, they know it's special, that it's different. One that seemed to be a sign of the future, and was a symbol for one of the most celebrated things in the world.

Stark Tower, embroidered by the large 'A' on the side, was wide awake.

Tony Stark, billionaire genius, was currently in his lab, tinkering as always. Scattered machinery, along with nuts, bolts, and various kinds of tools, littered the area. He was hunched intently over his work bench, sitting in his favorite swivel chair.

"JARVIS?" Tony asked, as he carefully slid a small piece of silicon into his newest device.

"Yes, sir?" The computer AI's voice answered from the speakers in the ceiling.

"How about playing some music, huh?" He asked, still working. "Some AC/DC, some Metallica? Come on, surprise me."

"Very well, sir."

After a brief pause, the speakers started blaring "Paradise City" by Guns N Roses, making Tony approvingly chuckle.

"Oh man. JARVIS, buddy, you know me so well," he commended.

"I should hope so, sir," he dryly responded.

Stark finally got up from his seat, dancing slightly to his music. "Alright," he clapped his hands. "Let's see what we got. JARVIS, activate the signal."

Suddenly, the device he was working on sparked to life, with a little blue light glowing on it. It rose in the air, as three small, metal extensions came out of its small, steel shell. It floated around, seemingly aimless.

"Hey!" The genius called, snapping his fingers as he tried to earn the little robot's attention. The blue light flickered slightly, almost as it was blinking. "Hey!" Tony called again, a little louder.

The little robot blinked again, this time seemingly focusing on Tony.

"Great," he said, before pointing over to a screwdriver. "Give me a hand."

The robot looked at the tool he was pointing at, before looking at the billionaire again, who urged him on with a raise of his eyebrows. The robot then slowly floated over to the screwdriver, until falling straight to the ground halfway through.

The robot blinked again, giving a little, confused squeak, as Tony was facepalming. He let out an exasperated sigh.

"I believe that was the ninth failed attempt, sir," JARVIS commented.

"Great, because I forgot how to count," Tony sarcastically stated, "Any idea what happened that time?"

"I'll run diagnostics," The AI stated, as Tony sat down in his swivel chair in frustration. "Sir, it appears you have a visitor."

"Damn right he does."

Tony looked over, as the music he was listening to cut out. It was his girlfriend, and current CEO of his company, Pepper Potts, a disapproving look on her face.

"Oh, sweetie," Stark tried to innocently say. "Hi!"

"Don't 'hi' me," she said, making the man deflate. "I thought we talked about this."

"I know what you said, and I totally respect that, but-"

"We said you were going to take a break on this-"

"I did take a break-"

"Five minutes-"

"Ten-"

"Is not a break," she said, firm.

Tony sighed. "But it'd be so helpful! A little helper bot, just handling things around here, helping me build things. Hell, I might even be able to weaponize them for the Iron Man armor. If it ever works, that is."

The ginger woman pinched the bridge of her nose, as the two slowly walked over to an elevator. The door automatically opens, as they step inside. "Where are the others?" She asked.

"Thor's in Asgard, Clint and Natasha are overseas, Bruce is still missing, and Steve is still upstate." He answered, as the doors closed and the elevator started to move up.

"Ever since we came back from California, you've been stir crazy," she told him.

"Well, it doesn't help that my baby is always out doing important business meetings," he quipped.

"You're the one who put me up to it," she reminded, as the doors opened to the large living room in the tower, with a large window view, large television, large leather couch, and large built in bar.

"I wanted to know what it was like dating a CEO," he told her, as he walked over to the bar and fixed himself a drink.

Pepper just stared at him for a second, with a look that was all too familiar with him. He rolled his eyes as he knew what was coming next.

"Take a break."

"But-"

"No. Take. A. Break."

"But...I don't wanna..." he whined.

"You're going to sit on that couch, and relax. No tinkering, no building, no superheroing, no Iron Man anything, ok?"

Tony took a sip of his scotch. "Are you going to join me?" He asked, hopefully.

She gave him a sweet little smile. "I wish, but I have a conference call I have to attend to."

Stark frowned. "You know, I don't remember working this hard when I was in charge."

"That's because I was the one doing the work," she shot back, smile still on her face.

"Fair enough," he relented, as he sat down on the couch, begrudgingly.

Pepper started to walk away. "JARVIS?"

"Yes, Miss Potts?" The computer helper asked.

"Make sure Mister Potts over there stays right where he is."

"I resent that!" Tony called.

"Will do, Miss Potts," JARVIS said, as Pepper was about to leave the room.

"Cheer up, Tony. Maybe you'll find a new obsession on TV," she stated, before getting back in the elevator and having the doors shut.

"We'll see about that," Tony grumbled to himself, as he turned on his flat screen television, hoping that time flies by until he's allowed to get back to work.

Have you ever swung around a city at high speed while it was 15 degrees?

Peter Parker has, and he isn't a fan.

About a year and a half ago, during a high school field trip, Peter was bitten by a radioactive spider, which naturally, gave him spider powers, which in turn, made him Spider-Man.

Completely normal, right?

Well, with his new found powers, and some lessons learnt, Peter decided to become a super hero.

Which meant that he patrolled the city, no matter what temperature. And it didn't matter how much under armor you have on, or how many pairs of underwear you're wearing, if you swing around the city like Peter was doing, you're going to get cold.

Spider-Man was swinging around the New York skyline, spinning web after web, as he gracefully landed on the corner of a building rooftop.

"Boy, that's brisk," he shuddered, as he started rubbing his arms up and down for warmth. He looked down at the street below, to see regular people, just minding their business.

"Maybe I can call it an early night," he thought to himself, before a large, armored car came barreling dangerous down the street, swerving around traffic and making several people scream in the process.

Peter sighed. "Maybe not," he said, before jumping off the rooftop, swinging after it.

Meanwhile, inside the speeding car, two men were nervously watching over their backs, regularly checking the rearview mirrors as they sped away. "See any cops, man?" The driver asked.

"Nah man, I think we're in the clear," The passenger answered, looking at the driver.

"We just stole a car with, like, ten thousand dollars in it. We are so not in the clear."

"You worry too much," the passenger told his friend, before turning back to the window, to see Spider-Man's upside down masked face.

"Actually, I think he's worrying just the right amount," he quipped, making the man yelp in surprise. He then took out a pistol, shooting at the webhead, but missing as the hero disappeared from view.

"Crap man!" The driver panicked. "We got freaking Spider-Man on us?!"

Spidey poked his head back into view, this time on the driver's side. "This is the Spandex Traffic Police. I suggest pulling over before you guys have an accident. You know, besides the one in your pants."

The driver screamed in terror, as he started swerving harder, trying to shake Spider-Man off. Peter crawled his way up the side of the large car, and stopped at the top of it. He looked in the direction they were going, to see an unaware man ahead of them, crossing the road.

"Oh no," he mumbled to himself, before springing forward off the top of the van, swinging towards the man. The man saw the headlights get closer, as he froze up in fear. Right before the vehicle could strike him though, Spider-Man grabbed him from the air, and safely landed back on the road, the man in his grip, as the car sped away.

"Oh my God!" The man exclaimed, as Peter let go. "You're Spider-Man!"

"Yep, nice to meet you," The webhead greeted. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to punch some bad guys in the face." With that, he shot a web, and began to swing away.

"Go get'em Spidey!" The man called after him.

Back in the car, the two crooks were frightened. "Is he gone?" The driver asked.

The passenger looked into the side view mirror, to see Spider-Man high above the roads, swinging after them, and quickly getting closer.

The passenger reloaded his gun. "He will be," he told the driver, before he rolled down the window and started shooting at the webhead.

Peter felt his head start to tingle, as he quickly avoided the bullets the thief was firing at him. "Gun violence? In New York!? Has the whole world gone mad!?" He dramatically asked himself, as he contorted his way out of the bullets' trajectory.

He landed once again on the top of the armored car, making it lose control for a split second. Suddenly, a bright light filled Spider-Man's opaque lenses, making him block the light with his arms for a second. When he put them back down, he saw that it came from the spotlight of a helicopter.

Peter stared at it for a second, before turning his attention back to the task at hand. "Gotta stop these guys before they hurt someone..." he muttered to himself, as he tried to think of a good plan.

He then thought of something. He then jumped over to the driver's side of the vehicle again, and once more peeked inside to see the crooks. "Got your seatbelts on?" He asked, making them both jump in shock. He noticed that, no, they didn't have seatbelts on. The passenger then raised his gun again, this time shooting right past the driver, almost hitting him the process.

Spidey quickly avoided the attack, and jumped off behind the moving car, landing safely on the road. He then shot webs at the back tires of the getaway vehicle, making it stay in place, and making the crooks inside whip forward, their heads cracking on the reinforced glass.

Peter quickly made his way up to the car, opening the door to check on the two. He saw that they were still conscious, moaning about the pain, and holding their heads.

"You should always wear your seatbelt," he told them, before gently taking them out one at a time, and webbing them to the road.

Brushing his hands together, he let out a sigh of relief. "Glad that's over." He then heard sirens in the distance, as the helicopter put the spotlight back on him. "Maybe it's time to go," he determined, before shooting another web and swinging out of sight.

"As you can see from the footage here, Spider-Man seemed to of fought the robbery suspects, before stopping the armored car and restraining the two. We'll have more coverage of this story, as it develops. Be sure to tune into News at 11, as we cover-"

The newscast droned on from the television, but Tony had stopped listening. He was instead smiling intently at what he had just saw.

"I think I found my new obsession..."