Prologue
Tell me there's nothing worse.
Peter Parker, once again suited in his Spider-Man costume, swung towards the industrial district. Shooting and swinging from webs had become as natural as breathing for the young superhero, which left his thoughts to wander.
I killed Harry's dad. I failed. He's going to blame Spider-Man for the rest of his life.
His cellphone interrupted his thoughts. Peter whipped it out to check his caller ID, then effortlessly landed on a rooftop to lift up his mask halfway and answer it.
"Mr. Robertson?"
"Hey, Peter." Robbie Robertson, Daily Bugle editor, said. "Jameson wants you to head towards Sumdac Tower. They're back."
"My, the Jolly One's getting predictable." Peter said, "I was just on my way there."
Robertson chuckled. "Of course, kid. Good luck and be careful."
Peter pocketed the cell, adjusted his mask and looked to the Rochester skyline. The buildings were shorter and more spread out than Manhattan, leaving the sparkplug-shaped Sumdac Tower to dominate the nearby industrial buildings.
It gave him a feeling like homesickness. But that was impossible, as he'd lived in Rochester his entire life.
Right?
