In the dimly lit, web-filled room, our masked hero, Spider-Man, finds himself alone. His suit zipped halfway, he strokes his bulging crotch, imagining the touch of his love interest, MJ. His gloved hand slides inside, gripping his throbbing cock as he leans back, legs spread wide. His web-shooters activate, firing sticky strands onto the wall, an unintentional arousal signal.