"It got in a few good blows," he admits with some grumbling, brushing at the signs of wear, tear, and injury as if cleaning the bone will do all that's needed. "But, I am a very tough skeleton! It didn't even hurt as much as I expected, if I'm being honest..."

With eight eyes on the lookout, the spider sees America seeing it. Rather than pounce down directly into that fist, it begins spinning a sticky thread behind it, and leaps a few paces away from them, skittering to try pinning either of them to a wall.