Peter Parker was swinging between New York's skyscrapers as Spider-Man, while a dog in a high-tech suit flew above his head. It was none other than Quinn, known as Dog Hero.
Even after Thanos had been dealt with, the disaster-plagued city of New York had failed to settle down. Every so often, a criminal organization or a mad scientist would pop up, or some familiar face would somehow escape from a heavily guarded prison.
Not long ago, even The Raft, America's most badass prison, built specifically to hold superpowered criminals, had been blown up. A bunch of superheroes had worked themselves to the bone chasing fugitives for two weeks, yet had only recaptured seventy or eighty percent of them. Who knew where the rest were hiding?
On top of that, ordinary crimes like drug dealing, robbery, and theft never stopped, so Peter Parker had to put in "overtime" out on the streets every few days.
When Quinn had nothing better to do, he sometimes came over to help. When Peter had too much on his plate, he would also "hire" Quinn with Fragrant Chicken made by Aunt May.
They hadn't run into any particularly difficult cases today, so Peter planned to patrol a little longer, then wrap up his side job and go on a date with Mary Jane... It had taken him a lot of effort to win his ex-girlfriend back.
"Quinn, let's call it a day."
After swinging around a little longer, Peter landed in a corner of a deserted street and retracted his Spider Suit into his belt.
"Whoa! Why are we finishing so early today, woof?"
Quinn landed too, tilting his head as he stared at Peter Parker.
"Ahem, I have some personal business today. If you haven't had enough fun, you can keep patrolling on