Harry stared Peter down for a long moment. The phone was ringing.
"Hello. Yeah? What?" Harry said.
There was a long pause, then he turned to Peter, his face ashen.
"Someone broke into your Aunt May's house. She... Pete, she's..." Harry said.
Before he could finish his sentence-BANG! The front door of the apartment building flew open and Peter raced outside to the curb, looking for a cab.
Peter ran right out into traffic, desperate. It was morning rush
hour, traffic was bumper to bumper, even if he could find a cab it wouldn't be able to move.
Peter pounded the hood of a car in frustration, the driver shouted out the window, horns honked, chaos. Peter took off, down a side street.
Peter ducked into an alley and turned to his alternative mode of transportation. Still in his street clothes, he hurled himself at the side of a building and began to climb, shrugging off the pain from his injured ankle.
Gaining the building's rooftop, Peter slung out a web and took off across the city, not even bothering to strip down to his Spidey suit.
Xxx
Peter raced down a hospital corridor, checking room numbers. He reached the last one on the right, ducked inside, and saw Aunt May, semi-conscious in a hospital bed. Two nurses were at work on her, and she looked rough. The Nurses looked up, see Peter and nodded to him to come over.
Peter came up to the bed, took Aunt May's frail, papery hand.
She turned her head, saw him through milky blue eyes. Peter's own eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry... I should have been there with you... I should have been there..."
"Those eyes... the devil's eyes..." May said.
"Whose eyes? Who was it?" Peter said.
"...horrible yellow eyes!" May said.
With a frightened shudder at the memory, Aunt May rolled over and lapsed back into unconsciousness.
Peter's own eyes popped open. Oh, God. Surely she didn't mean...