The world had gone mad in recent years. Billionaire, former playboy (if the news reports of his steady relationship with Pepper Potts were true) Tony Stark was going around in a metal suit promoting world peace - at least in the sense of less war, despite owning a former weapons manufacturing company for which he had designed numerous weapons. A perfectly credible scientist had genetically mutated himself into a green rage monster, assassins and spies were masquerading as heroes, a guy supposedly from the 40s who had been frozen for seventy years was also darting around in a mask and, apparently, a God from another dimension was hanging around.

All it taught him was that masked vigilantes - heroes as the rest of the world liked to call them - could be anyone and everyone.

But even with this in mind; when Captain George Stacy had pulled off the mask, he hadn't expected to find his daughter's boyfriend. Parker. Did his daughter know about this? It would certainly explain her sudden change in stance concerning masked vigilantes - or maybe just one in particular. Yes, it seemed his daughter knew her boyfriend hung around on rooftops in spandex. A sudden thought occurred to him - had he taken her up there? Had she too been swinging like some kind of civilised Tarzan and Jane? Should he be expecting gorillas though the fire escape next? (To be fair, they already had giant mutated lizards.)

The thought of mutated lizards brought him back to the present. Apparently (according to the teenage boy in front of him wearing spandex) the perpetrator was Dr Connors, who had written Gwen a very nice recommendation and seemed particularly unlikely to be joining the masked assortment hanging around the country.

Then again so had Parker, for opposite reasons.

Gwen.

Gwen, who was likely to be in Oscorp Industries right now.

Where the giant lizard thing was apparently heading (again according to the guy wearing red and blue spandex).

He could focus on Parker later, and get him restricted from his house via all entries, including the window.

But for now Gwen needed help.

And as much as he'd like to be there for his little girl, he was a bit too old for the Tarzan and Jane routine. Best let Parker deal with it this time.

He could catch up in a minute.

As Parker swung up onto the nearest rooftop and was promptly shot, George couldn't help but wince.

Parker might need his help sooner than he'd thought.