#shit shit

So, Webslinger is a bit of a coward. Well, actually, a huge coward. As yellow as they come. He runs from danger. It's only after losing his Uncle Ben that he decides to take up the mantle of sheriff.

But I imagine he's lonely. Even after embracing being a hero. The wild west isn't exactly known for superpowers. Even though he's a good guy, imagine how many townspeople are still afraid of him. How hard he would have to work to gain their trust. And of course, there are those that remember the days when he would run as far and as fast as he could, only concerned with himself.

But you see the good in him. You always have. Your life is quiet. A school teacher that cares for the children, content to teach them all day before watching them run home. Retiring to a small farmhouse where you keep to yourself. You've never needed anyone, but it doesn't stop your own bouts of loneliness.

And when a mysterious man in a red kerchief rides by the school house every day, everything but his deep brown eyes hidden from view, you feel that same loneliness calling to you.