Prologue.
Peter Parker swung from another steel-like strand of spider-silk. Green-tinged storm clouds rolled above, dampness spread below. With the first bolt of lightning and clap of thunder came the shadows of a-thousand men clad in black. On the other side, men poised for battle, Ivory masks glistening in the sudden rain.
Sensing with both his spider-senses and guts, he moved towards the black-clad men. Behind him, White-Tiger, Powerman and Nova mobilized.
"We're gonna find out," he said. "We're gonna find out what the hell is happening."
Nova, White-Tiger, and Powerman nodded the affirmative.
