There were two things about Spidey that all his opponents figured out sooner rather than later. The second was that he was annoying, the kind of annoying that made getting a hangnail while fielding a call from a telemarketer while having dinner with the in-laws seem like a pleasant evening's diversion. Not only would the guy not shut up, but -- and this was the first thing they learned -- he had no trouble throwing both punches and atrociously bad quips with equal fervor, while being almost impossible to hit back.

Ironically, the first person to land a serious injury on Spider-Man since he arrived in City wasn't a souped up supervillain or a Vulcanus agent, but a nervous first-time gangbanger who was aiming at a rival fully ten feet from where he'd perched. It was the kind of incompetence almost admirable in its sweeping totality, but Spidey thought he'd rather mull over the dramatic irony once he'd had someone look at the hole in his arm. Web-bandages only lasted an hour, after all.

"Hello? Anyone in here?"