A man lies on a bare mattress in a dark, decrepit, empty, and small apartment. The man opens his eyes, waking from a light sleep. He sits up and stretches by extending his arms as far as they can go. He gets out of bed, he wears a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. The man trades his sweatpants for a pair of denim jeans, he puts on a brown leather jacket. He picks up a newspaper from the floor, folds it into a square, and puts it in his jacket pocket. The man heads towards the front door. He opens it, outside of the apartment is a dirty, abandoned complex with wallpaper starting to peel off. The man walks through the eerie hallways until he reaches a lobby in similar disarray and the smell of dust lurking all throughout the air. He continues down toward the dusty wooden door, he opens it swiftly and is greeted by the bright light of the sun.

The man is in the bright and busy streets of New York City, with skyscrapers towering over regular buildings and people talking amidst themselves, with close friends either right next to each other or through phones. The man walks down the sidewalk alone.

After a while of walking through the city, the man finds his destination at an abandoned warehouse by the coast of the city. He makes his way to the side of the warehouse, he climbs up to a ledge where a garage door rests. The man grabs the handle on the door and lifts it up, revealing a concrete room with a group of people wearing purple jackets, they are discussing a current gang war that seems to be happening. One of them walks up to the man.

“Do you have the money yet?” He asks the man.

“No, no I don’t. But, I know I’ll have it by the end of the week, tops.” The man responds, with a bit of a stutter in his voice.

“You better keep that promise, or I promise that it'll be your last, and unlike you, I'm a man of my word,” The man in purple finishes, walking away. The man, slightly sweating, walks into another room with another group of people wearing darker colors. Some of them are crossing their arms. They’re standing around a wooden table.

“What is this about, Kearney?” One of them asks, arms crossed.

"I have quite the deal for you, gentlemen," Kearney starts, "you'll be riding out in the sunset, after this,"

"I'm listening," Someone else states.

“Good,”  Kearney pulls a Daily Bugle newspaper from his leather jacket pocket, flips the page, and puts it on the table, “We are going to rob Oscorp Industries for a crapload of cash,” The crew is shocked, Kearney points at the article in the newspaper about an Oscorp that discusses a super soldier serum.

"What are you talking about, Kearney?" Another person at the table asks, talking like they're a long-time friend of Kearney, "We don't even have close to enough resources to rob Oscorp, sure we have a truck and some weapons, but we're just not prepared enough,"

"I did think about that, Sam," Kearney responds, Sam's interest is piqued, "like you said, we don't have the resources to rob Oscorp, but I feel like the margin is fairly small," Kearney walks over to a wall that has a map of New York City framed on it, "New York is the cornerstone of businesses, and we are going to go on a robbing spree, all of us will rob one store. Except for one of us, who will be in a car, going around the city and picking up the cash, this person will orchestrate everything, telling us when to start robbing our place,"

“Sounds tricky, what about the cops, or, the Spider?” A crew member points out.

“I was just about to get there, if we execute the heists with enough stealth then it will be unlikely for either of them to show up. Say, you knock out the worker, take their uniform, and get the cash smoothly. Before the heists start, we will pay off a security guard at the R.A.F.T. who will release Adrian Toomes, who can tire the ol' webhead out," Kearney plans, "as for the cops, that's where I come in, I will rob store like any robbery you would see in a movie, that should lure the attention of the cops while you guys do the rest. I will get caught, with the money in my hands, so one of you would need to bail me out, that way we won't have that much of a target on our backs,"

“That seems like a lot of luck.” One of the crew members states, hand on his chin.

“Well, what do we have to lose?” Kearney moves away from the newspaper and walks out of the garage. Before he walks away, he turns to Sam, “Sam, are you going to be okay with driving?” Kearney asks,

“Sure, man.” Sam responds before exiting the garage with Kearney and starts walking with him, “So, what do you want with the serum?"

“Mainly to pay my debt off, so that I can get out of this life before this gang war gets too out of hand," Kearney responds,

“And you need a bioweapon to do that?” Sam asks.

"Well, I have my own personal use for it after my debt is dealt with," Kearney answers.

"Well alright, just be careful with what you're getting yourself involved with here," Sam sounds skeptical. The duo walk away from the warehouse and blend into the crowd of New York pedestrians.

The day after, as the sun starts to set, Kearney stands in an alley alone as the people of New York do not even pay him attention. He wears all black. His flip phone starts to vibrate and play a basic ringtone. Kearney takes out the phone and flips it open.

“You’re on,” Sam says over the phone, Kearney hangs up and breaks the flip phone in two. Kearney drops it on the ground, he takes a mask out of his pocket and slips it over his face. He starts walking out of the hallway, stepping on the flip phone in the process. He walks across the corner and approaches a convenience store. Suddenly, he sees someone fly through the skies, who he identifies as The Vulture. He sees someone else being dragged by The Vulture, Kearney smiles as he knows that it is the one and only Spider-Man. Seeing his opportunity, Kearney slips into the store. He walks straight over to the cashier and points the gun in her face.

“Put the money in the bag,” Kearney yells as he throws a bag at her, “now!” He turns around and sees one of the customers trying to crawl out, Kearney turns the gun to him. “Don’t you even think about it?” Kearney says in a deep, sinister voice. Suddenly, police sirens blare in the background. Kearney looks around and sees someone on the phone, hiding behind an aisle. He shoots a warning shot at him and he drops the phone, screaming. On top of the sirens, Kearney hears a loud ding. He turns his attention back to the cashier as she puts the money in the bag. She puts it on the counter and puts her hands behind her head. “Pleasure doing business with you.” Kearney grabs the bag and walks outside the store. Kearney sees a cop car approaching with two cops in the car. The two cops get out of the car and pull out their weapons.

“NYPD, put your hands up!” One of them yells at Kearney. Kearney drops his gun and the bag, gets on his knees, and puts his hands behind his head. The cops, even more confused, move toward Kearney and put him in handcuffs.

“you absolute coward," One of the officers state, Kearney doesn't even seem like he heard him. Knowing that his plan has gone off with success, Kearney smiles for what's to come.