Spirals
Finally back. Was able to to look back at my other chapters and adjusted a few scenes. Had to before clear for the set-up.
Without further ado, let's continue with the story.
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Meanwhile... At the unknown Maggia Hideout...
Former Maggia thugs were setting up the last and bits of equipment they needed for the heist. It took them about weeks of work to put it all together and they managed themselves from there forth. The next step was for all them to push through every ounce of tech piece they can grab once they infiltrated Oscorp Tower. It was gonna be a hell of a ride, that's for sure.
Cal, the now leader of the group, walked over to one of the men, "Is everything about to ready to go or what?"
"The truck is all loaded with the gear we need. Just have to warm the engine and it'll be good to go."
"Good. We've got one run with this. It's gonna be one sweep through the building and we'll be done with it." Cal replied, "Now... Let's go make some noise..."
Home...
Ben Parker was in the family room, skimming over a few channels, finding whatever show catches his interests. He checked over his watch, seeing that it is Four-Thirty. It was only in a half hour till he was gonna pick up May from the Hospital.
Earlier in the morning, he had dropped May off over at the Hospital for an interview and what were they expected to follow. The woman was very much excited to have herself participate in these workplaces. She was always so eager to do something new nowadays. Something he should give it a try now.
Though, he was always known as a casual.
His mind shifted over to Peter. Just as he got home, he saw his nephew already dressed and ready for the school day.
The teen always had a knack for waking up early just to head to school early. He had offered him a ride at first, but the kid kindly declined it.
There was something going on with him that he wasn't sharing. There was something else that was behind his words and he knows it.
He had to find out. By that, he was gonna look inside what was in the teen's room. It may a bit excessive, but it was only for a few minutes and he'll be on with his day.
Ben shut the television off and made his way to his nephew's bedroom. He may be a bit paranoid. There were so many thoughts running through his head onto what Peter's been up to.
His hand twisted the handle, slowly opening it the door. It'll just be a quick peek...
Wide open, Ben stepped inside, looking around the place. While standing here, he turned his head around, seeing if there was something peculiar. It didn't really look like anything stood out.
Nothing out of the ordinary. Other than a few bits of clumped up clothing and unorganized stacks of books and papers
Everything... seemed normal.
Over by a desk, he spotted a couple of notebooks laid out on top of another. It was his textbooks from school, along with a few sheets. Peter was always known for pushing himself to work before the deadlines of his projects. Ben must be rubbing off on him. He neatly organized them by aligning them straight. He noticed a small sheet of paper behind it.
Ben curiously plucked it out from the pile and looked closely. He read over a list of written lines on the sheet. He stared at it blankly as to what the heck this paper is. It didn't involve any of the school work he found.
What caught his eye was the different locations around New York and the number of hideouts there were. Some of them were crossed out with a red mark. He placed it back.
Now, something really is going on here.
A bit more of looking at the room, Ben sees a few red threads lying around the bed to the floor. Peter said that he always wanted to try out knitting, but didn't say anything else after that.
Stepping over at the computer desk, he saw bits of screws and metallic parts sprawled out across. The kid always had a thing for tinkering. Even at a young age, he was shown to be so in depth how tech works.
The real question was...
What would Peter be doing with all of this?
At the Main N.Y.P.D Building...
In his office, George Stacy is seen writing up a few papers from the shoot out from the Harlem Sanitarium. He rubbed his eyes from the lack of sleep he's been getting. The past few days, he was having to call the families of the deceased officers and it really pulled a heavy toll on him from these conversations. He needed to be over with these Maggia Crimes already. It's been frustrating not only him but everyone
His door clicked.
George turned to see Yuri walking over to him with a couple of folders in her hands. The woman's been awfully keen to herself lately. The things she witnessed was rather intense and too much to bear on herself. She took upon herself to take the blame on the incident. These moments are just too excruciating to cope with.
Yuri placed the folders onto his desk, "These are the records from the Harlem District. This includes collateral damage, injuries and the currency that needs to be checked in by next week."
The Captain nodded plainly, getting back to his documents, "I'll be right to it. I have the rest of the others to fill out." He noticed that the woman still hadn't left. He looked up at her, seeing her eyes directed to the floor. She clearly has something to confess. He coughed, "You need anything else?"
Yuri remained quiet for a few seconds until she spoke up, "Sir. What are we doing?"
George drew an eyebrow, "We're getting ourselves situated until we have another plan of play when the Maggia hits. Only then, we'll have to wait until we reached full recovery."
"No. What are we doing?"
He quirked an eyebrow, "Pardon?"
"Why are we just sitting here? We should be doing something instead of just hoping for some miracle to happen." Yuri exclaimed in frustration, "Are we just going to let them stomp on us until everyone one of us is gone? Is that it?"
"The hell we ain't."
"The system doesn't work, sir. We've gone through this multiple times and it just doesn't seem to affect anything..."
"Yes, it does." He assures.
The woman scoffed, "What makes you say that?"
"Because we have him on our side."
Yuri took a moment to realize who he was talking about "Him? You can't be referring to the vigilante."
"He saved you hasn't he? And a couple of others along the way." George said, drawing an eye roll from her. "Listen, I know what I've said about him, but he's the best chance we've got to stop these crooks. I'll admit it. His help was really what we needed from the start."
Silence fell upon the room.
Until the radio called up, "-tain Stacy! This - Damien, repo-g of a-"
George hurriedly grabbed his radio, "Speak that again, lieutenant."
"-e's a massive truck on a run through the streets! We need he-."
"Get the officers in position. We need to leave now."
At Midtown High... The Courtyard...After School hours...
Peter was sat down over at one of the benches. He was just looking at his school notes, trying to catch up as much as he can to learn the lessons. He often finds himself in a loop with this sorta gig. Wearing the suit would sometimes leave him behind on his classes and it can be a bit frustrating having to do as much as he can as 'Spider-Man' and as 'Peter Parker'. Gives him a bit of break at some points, but he tries to make time as he can afford.
"Hey, mind if I sit here?"
Peter turned to his right, finding Gwen sitting beside him. He blinked in surprise to see his friend here. "Sure. What happened to the meeting?"
The blonde shrugged, "Yeah, well... We're not really going over anything that much. So, I figured it'd be cool to hang out with you."
"Sweet."
She set her backpack down, grabbing up her journals as well. "So… What'cha working on?"
"Just a bit of economics."
"Cool." She replied. Minutes have passed as the two begun to work on their own studies. A thought crossed by the young blonde. She wondered if she was capable of telling him. Gwen bit her lip, "Hey... I've been thinking lately..."
His eyes were still on his notebook, "About?"
"About.." There was a slight pause from that. Gwen wasn't sure if she was able to get the words out. This was a pretty big step for their relationship. She sighed, "About that Pre-Cal class. I sorta need help on it."
"Oh. Really?"
"Totally." She forced a smile. Gwen inwardly cursed herself for being so meek. She just wasn't able to let it out.
A ring tone caught the two surprised. He held up a finger, while he checked his pocket for his phone, "Give me a second."
Peter turned away from her, looking at his phone screen.
It was the N.Y.P.D again.
He played the call, holding the phone close to his ear. "-e's a massive truck on a run through the streets of Brook-! We need he-."
It ended there. 'Brooklyn..?'
"Peter?"
The young hero turned Gwen, a look of confusion on her face. "...I have to go." He said, getting up from his seat.
Gwen was beyond baffled to whatever that meant, "Go? Go where?" She didn't get her answer as he grabbed up his stuff, then running past her, "Wait! Where are you going? Peter!"
She didn't get what is up with him...
The Parker Household...
After what felt like hours, Ben was getting himself ready to pick up May. He still had a lot in mind after he looked into his nephew's stuff.
The list of hideouts...
Red threads...
Mechanical parts...
He couldn't put together what the kid was up to.
Ben grabbed up his keys, walking through the front door, locking it. He was getting a headache from all this.
Looked like he was gonna have to ask Peter by the time he comes home.
At the Crime Scene...
Everything was happening too fast. The police were scrambled all over the area, moving out every other civilian out of the area. Dozens of Police cars formed up as a barricade in an attempt to stop the incoming havoc.
It first started off as a shoot-out, only for the Police to get fooled by letting them move from the other side of Brooklyn. The pressure built up from there as they are doing as much as they can to prevent them from driving any further.
Over around the corner, Captain George Stacy ran up from the side, toward an officer. "Lieutenant Raymond, how are we looking? Is everyone clear?"
"Yes, sir. We're just getting ourselves prepared."
He looked over at the Police squads surrounding the perimeter, "Is this enough to stop it?"
"I'm not sure, sir. The thing took as many shots, but it wasn't any good. Its armor is impenetrable." The officer replied.
"It's gotta be taken down no matter what. We're gonna make do of what we can. We cannot let this trespass around the streets any longer. Lives are at stakes here if we don't put a stop to this." George assured him.
"Heads up! It's on its way!" An officer shouted.
Sounds of loud engines were heard miles away from their position. The officers unholstered their weapons and ready themselves.
Turning around the corner, a gigantic truck up to fifteen feet high, steered straight forwards their way, accelerating at a fast rate of speed.
"Everyone stand your ground and take it out!" George exclaimed as he started firing at the truck, followed along with his squads who rained bullets at the truck.
Multiple bullets grained over the armor of the vehicle. It passively It wasn't any good.
It was gaining closer. George stood back a few feet, "Everyone get out of the way!" The officers did so and scurried to the nearest cover.
The truck bombarded over the Police cars, crushing them underneath its wheels. It did little to nothing in stopping it.
An officer ran up to George, "Captain, it's still going! We can't stop it." She exclaimed in worry.
Above them, a thwipping sound was heard. The Police officers turned their heads to see a blue and red figure swinging across to the truck.
"But maybe he can..." Captain Stacy said as he saw the vigilante swung away into the distance.
...
Spider-Man hurried as much as he could to catch up to the runaway truck. Or tank... or whatever it is, he had to stop it.
"Talk about a road rage..." Peter mumbled, gaining a few feet to it.
Spider-Man landed atop of the roof of the truck, crawling his way over to the side window on it. He knocked on the glass, "Guys! The Monster Truck rally is over there!" He exclaimed, pointing his thumb over to his shoulder. He looked ahead of them, noticing they were gonna cross over the Brooklyn Bridge.
'Crap... Whatever these thugs are trying to do, I have to stop them fast before any more damage is done on the other side of New York.' The teen grabbed the edges of the door, trying to pry it open. The thing was sealed shut. "Jeez, what is this? Titanium?" He pulled in more of his strength.
Inside the truck, Cal was in the driver's seat. To his left, he saw that the door to being opened slightly. Panicked, he placed his arm on it to refrain from moving any further. "Boys! Come on out and get rid of this chump!" He yelled out to the back passengers.
The thugs listened, grabbing up their weapons, and opened up the small hatch that leads to the roof. One of them started climbed out, steadying their feet as they try to balance themselves. A Maggia thug pulled it out its small pistol and aimed at the Spider-Man.
Peter's head sprung, dodging his body to the left. He looked up to see a couple of thugs aiming at him. His eye lenses glared at them, "Oh, Great..." He stood up top of the hood. "Well, alright then!" He exclaimed as he jumped off, then firing up a strand of web, swinging at the pace as the truck.
He evaded a series of bullets that barely grazed past him. Seriously, what is it with the Maggia nowadays. They were insane. Spider-Man found an opportunity as their magazines were empty. He swung closer on the roof and let himself go, landing a kick to a thug, sending him off to the ground.
Peter ducked his head, to avoid a right elbow. Peter used this chance to shove him off to another thug. A pistol was being at him, he sprinted towards him, at the same time, moving away getting hit. Spider-Man removed the gun from his hands, then webbing up his feet, attaching another strand of web to a building. He connected the two strands, "See ya!" From that, the man was yanked off from his leg, over to a store. He turned around to see two of the other thugs rising from their feet. He sighed, "Hey! Can we make this quick?! I still gotta beat up that boss of yours! Not to mention were also on top of a moving truck!"
Both of the men ran at him, trying to double team up on him. Spider-Man was unamused for their thinking. It's practically the same thing with these guys. They were pretty stubborn. A little too stubborn... and annoying.
Soon after another whooping, the two thugs were wrapped up together, back to back. They struggled to get out, but it was to no avail. Peter shot a strand of web to the side, then attached it to them, letting them hurl away from here. Spider-Man turned his body to the front as the vehicle steered a corner. This was the Midtown District.
He took notice of the steady pacing it was in too. Oscorp Industries was straight ahead. It was a few seconds till he realized what they were doing. His eye lenses widened, "This thing is headed to Oscorp Tower!" It doesn't look to be stopping either. What the heck are these people thinking?
Spider-Man hopped to the driver's door, hands on the edge, pulling in every ounce of strength to the side door. It slowly pried off, then unhatched itself to the air. The Vigilante then grabbed the driver, webbing him, then attached another strand of web to a random light pole. "Here's your stop!" The man was sent hurling into the air as he was hung by the Spider's webbing.
Peter quickly got himself onto the driver's seat, hands on the wheel. He looked ahead and saw that the Tower was nearing about a mile away. He was no experienced driver, but he happened to be very observant.
At some points...
Spider-Man grabbed the stick, setting the gears to 'P' and dug his right foot onto the brakes.
The wheels started to screeching, turning the truck from side to side, with Peter trying to avoid it from falling to sides and into the building.
"Pleasestoppleasestoppleasestoppleasestop!" Peter exclaimed as he looked away, preparing himself for the worst as he embraced impact.
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...
...
Spider-Man slowly turned his head and realized that the front of the truck was only inches away from hitting into the building. Talk about too close for comfort... He patted himself over his chest, making sure he was okay.
He let out a sigh of relief,
Out of nowhere, the airbag from the wheel burst out, hitting his body against the seat. He pushed the airbag down. "
Thank goodness..." Spider-Man then heard the back doors open. He immediately got up on the roof, seeing the Maggia thugs running in different directions.
"Where you going, guys? Don't leave me hanging!" He exclaimed as he chased after them.
...
Over at the light poles, Cal grabbed up a knife from his waist, cutting the webbing off from his chest. He landed onto the ground roughly but managed to get himself straight up onto his feet. He then hurriedly ran off to the streets, getting away from Spider-Man and the cops as quickly as possible.
With Ben...
The man wasn't that far off from the hospital now. He was only a few blocks away from picking up May. Odd as it is, the whole district was closed off to some massive mayhem that was going on. So instead, he had to leave the car somewhere off to a parking lot. Now he had to take a few miles of walking till he reached to May. He had stirred a lot of processing onto what he had in his room.
It just didn't add up.
Not paying attention to his surroundings, he was suddenly knocked down to the floor by somebody.
Ben picked himself from the floor. People these days don't have a sense of awareness nowadays... A glint of silver caught his eye.
He looked over to the shining object and realized it was a handgun. It made him a bit startled at the sight of it. Ben turned his head to a man, getting up on his arms, who stared at him.
Cal looked over to his weapon, then back up to the man. He scrambled up to his feet and went in to grab it.
In instinct, The Uncle knew he wasn't gonna let this thug off from hurting anyone else. He was quick enough to grasp it before the man did. Cal struggled from his grasp. The men battled through strength, not giving in.
Cal managed to get a better grip onto the weapon. He shifted the gun to Ben, with his finger on the trigger.
And then...
Back over with Spider-Man...
The webbed hero had tried to take out the remaining Maggia thugs that were escaping. He was only able to capture the majority of them. It was a relief that he was able to stop the truck in was a wonder to what the Maggia was trying to do. Some of the conversations he's heard from the Police was that this was an attack heist just from loads of baggage they were carrying on their bodies. It was pretty crazy.
What did they want to do with Oscorp? Why are they doing?
Another question for another time.
Spider-Man hurriedly started swinging over to Queens. His phone vibrated. He checked his hoodie pockets and realized that he received a few calls from Gwen.
He wasn't sure how he was gonna break this down to her. He was positive he'll come up with something. Like always...
Suddenly heard a few gunshots from far off a few blocks. Specifically two of them.
Spider-Man halted by a wall, then switched directions and swung across a few streets.
...
A while later, he was able to finally make it. He landed atop a building, speculating the area. The first thing he saw was another one of the thugs running off to the other side of the streets. He was just about to go after him when he saw another figure laying on the floor. It was too hard to make out the person as the lighting of the Sun was going out. The person must've got hurt badly... He looked back to the thug, then to the injured person.
Without hesitation, he leaped down to the floor, running to the person. What Peter needed to do was try to help as much as he can to keep them up and awake till help arrives. "Hey-hey! Are you alright"
As soon as he got closer, he froze midstep as he realized who it was.
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"...Uncle Ben...?" Spider-Man whispered to himself. He saw him laying upright, hands covering his upper chest and lower side of his stomach. He went full sprint, "Uncle Ben! Hey! You-You're going to be alright." He exclaimed, kneeling beside him, applying pressure against the wounds.
No... He lost a lot of blood.
He instantly shot a few web patches, sealing up the wounds. Granted that he was able to slow it down, there was no doubt the bullet pierced through the body and its other parts. There wasn't a way he could get this done. He needed help. Now.
Ben's vision was filled with red and blue. There was a slight ringing to his ears, but he knew that voice. Could it be..? His eyes looked over to his visitor. "...Peter?"
The teen froze in his place, looking at his Uncle. His expression softened, knowing that there was no use hiding it now. It was only a matter of time he would've have to show him. What better way to show him now?
Spider-man slowly reached the bottom of his mask underneath his hoodie, picking up the red mask, pulling it over to his chin, then above his forehead. "Ye-yeah. It's me... It's Peter..."
Ben's eyes widened in surprise. "Peter...? I-It was you..."
"...Here c'mon. Let's get you up." The teen grabbed his Uncle's forearms, gently lifting him up, only for him to stop as Ben groaned in hurt. Peter immediately layed him back down. No good. No, there has to be a way! He grew panicked as every second passed. He couldn't do anything! This... this wasn't supposed to happen.
Ben stifled a small chuckle surprising his nephew, "...Al- All those times you were out of the house... This is what... you were doing?"
Peter slowly nodded his head, tears streaming down his cheeks, "...I'm sorry... I didn't want you or May to worry..."
Ben softly smiled at him, "...You did. And I'm so proud of you... All the people you've helped... The people you saved... It takes a lot to do this..." He lightly coughed.
"This... This is my fault..." Peter then felt his shoulder covered by his Uncle's hand.
Ben shook his head, "No, Peter. It's not... Don't... do this to yourself."
Peter held his Uncle's hand in comfort, "...I just- I don't know what to do!" More tears went down his cheeks.
The Uncle took a deep breath, "You-you've always did, Peter... It never stopped you..." He said in a shaky tone. Ben inhaled, "Peter..."
The nephew looked at him in worry. Ben Parker patted his nephew's shoulder, "Ta-Take care of them...Okay?"
"I... I will." The teen could only nod in response.
Ben took himself a moment to look back throughout his years. In all of them, his thoughts went to the times he shared with his wife May Parker and Peter. He was thankful for having both of them. They were what kept him motivated to provide for the family. For them to have a better future. He was the sole reason he kept pushing himself, May and Peter.
Now...
It was the nephew's turn.
It was without a doubt, Peter will keep things in check now and then.
That alone is what always made the kid so unique.
The Uncle looked up at his nephew, still ever so smiling, "Thank you..." From that, Ben Parker slowly closed his eyes, taking his last breath.
Peter felt the weight of the man's hand go weightless, "...No..." He settled his Uncle's arm by his side again. A moment of silence passed until he broke out in a sob, bringing his hands to his face. He sat there for minutes as he muttered to himself in hurt. He couldn't make it...
His thoughts went back to the man that ran away. He turned over to the street where the thug left off. The person who took his Uncle's life did this. They needed to pay for what they did. They needed to suffer. Anger boiled inside his blood.
As if on cue, his phone rang from another police station. He immediately answered the call and listened closely. "Attention all officers, there is a getaway car in the west district. Over. Calling all units to-" He ended the call.
It had to be him. There wasn't any way in hell, this guy was gonna leave without punishment. The teen stood up slowly, walking towards the direction where the Maggia member left off. He was gonna do more than just hurt him... Peter reached the edge of his mask above his head, pulling it down over his neck.
Spider-Man leaped up into the air, shooting strands of webs for him to make it to the other side of the district.
On his way, he caught the sirens that were far off. He followed after them, swiftly swinging in the air.
There no way in hell Uncle Ben's killer was gonna get off that easily. Not after the pain, he caused to him. Not just for himself, but to Aunt May.
The more he thought about made the thug, the more infuriated he became.
The sirens were close. He twisted himself in the air as he crossed over a building, turning over a webbing to find Police vehicle following after the Maggia thug's getaway car.
Spider-Man picked up some speed, pushing through as much he can catch up to the thug...
Peter was able to land atop the roof. His head sprung. He dodged his body to the side, avoiding the bullets that were coming out from inside. The Spider jumped onto the hood of the car, eye lenses glaring straight into the man. He raised his left arm back, then punching through the window.
This startled the thug, causing him to steer the wheel, making the car in a wavy turn. He tried to take control, but the vehicle was too difficult to steady.
Spider-Man looked behind him, seeing that a building was nearing by. He immediately jumped off to a light pole.
He was distant from where he was at now.
Peter saw the side of the car crashed into the wall. There wasn't any way that he was gonna get himself out of there. His eye lenses squinted as he was able to make out that The Thug came out straight clean. The guy hurriedly made his way inside the building.
He was trapped in there. Now was a good time as any...
The vigilante web-zipped into one of the broken windows.
...
Cal was breathing heavily as he stepped quietly around the place. Shit. This wasn't all he had planned. All cause of those Cops and The Vigilante...
The best thing he can do now was remain quiet. Only until he was in the clear. After that, he would have to move somewhere as far as possible. The city is after him now. He spotted an exit nearby. He ran to the door.
Just as he was gonna reach the handle, something latched onto it before he did. He stopped in place, knowing who it was.
He found him.
Cal looked around, trying to find the Spider-man. It was pitch dark in here. He wasn't able to make out anything from how dim it was. He listened closely for movement.
...
Ruffling...
...
Above him, he was able to point a tint of red and blue. He brought his handgun up to the ceiling, firing a few shots at him. He didn't land any of them as the guy was too fast. The gun was snatched away from him by a web.
Cal grew even more scared as he backed away to the windows, trying to at least find where he was at.
It was then Spider-Man landed in front of him, startling Cal. His legs shakily trembled as tried to get away from him. He lost his balance, landing on his back. The thug stared at him wide-eyed as backed away by crawling.
Spider-Man slowly stalked after him, step by step. Every amount of hurt he was gonna do to him, he was gonna enjoy. "You stole the life of a good man." He said, clutching his own hands, "A man with a good family. And you did it for a lousy heist...?
Cal raised a hand in surrender, "He-hey! Take it easy, man!"
Spider-Man inched closer to him, "Don't bother running. There's no place you can hide. Not from me..."
The thug couldn't crawl away when his back hit a large glass window. He didn't have anywhere to go... Cal gasped when he felt himself get picked up from his shirt. He was then shoved outside the window, still in the Spider's hands. He looked down and saw that he was over twenty feet in the air. "Ple-Please don't do this!"
Peter then got a good look at the guy's face. He looked so familiar... 'The same facial features... The piercings...The tattoo...' His eye lenses widened in shock as to who this person was. "That face..." It was the same guy from the night from Delmar's store. The robbery. The flashbang. He did this...? He let this happen. "No... What have I done?" He could've stopped all of this...
But he didn't.
His hands clutched even more as he grew in anger. Spider-Man rose his right arm back, ready to knock his face out.
Cal looked away, preparing himself for the worse.
...
The hit didn't come through. What was he waiting for? Didn't he want this..?
Spider-Man slowly lowered his arm down. 'What-what am I doing?' He couldn't digest what was happening to him. This feeling was all too ugly. His emotions got the better of him.
He lost himself.
It's all wrong. Everything... Revenge? No... It wasn't right. It wouldn't mean anything... He wouldn't be any better...
Spider-Man slowly stepped back, then gently placed the thug's feet onto the ground.
Cal's expression on his face was shocked. He saw Spider-Man placed a hand on his chest. He didn't know what to make of this. In an instant, he was pushed off the edge of the building.
Spider-Man looked down at the falling man, "I should drop you... Take what you took from Ben Parker..." He raised an arm up, firing a line of web at the thug's body, then attaching it to the surface.
The man felt himself gets pulled up, a few feet away from the floor. He was left dangling by the webbing.
"But my Uncle wouldn't have approved..." Peter said. Looking over to the block, he saw that the rest of the Police have just arrived around the building. He backed away slowly into the dark.
...Near Queens...
Spider-Man fell onto his knees, bringing his hands to the side of his head, clutching it. He shook his head, sobbing through his mask.
"...I'm sorry Uncle Ben..."
(1) On your way - Into the Spider-Verse OST
Well then... That happened... It sorta... had to work this way for the storyline.I 'll be sure to as work as efficiently as possible for the next chapter.
See you then.