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Spider-Man carves through the heart of New York, his board buzzing beneath him as he zips across rooftops and weaves through honking traffic. Every kickflip and rail grind blurs into his web-slinging rhythm—he whips a line to yank himself into a half-pipe launch, spins into a mid-air McTwist, then snaps another web to catapult toward a distant billboard. The city becomes his skatepark: subway tunnels transform into vert ramps, fire escapes into grind rails, cranes into massive quarter pipes. But chaos follows—drones swarm, lasers slicing concrete as he ollies debris. He flips off a crumbling overpass, web-yanking a passing truck to swing wide of a missile barrage. No time to breathe. Thugs on jet-skates ambush him in Central Park; he wallrides a monument, snagging one enemy with a web-line to clothesline the rest. For every impossible trick landed, the city answers with bigger threats. Yet between near-misses and shattered boards, that adrenaline rush never fades—the pure, stupid joy of sticking the landing as explosions paint the sky behind him.
