"David,.Peter.-.Spider-Man.2" - читать интересную книгу автора (David Peter)

УYouТre a genuine hero,Ф said Otto. УGoing there, to a war zone overseas,
patching up soldiersЕ then losing an arm to mortar fire. That was a hell of a
thing you did.Ф
УYupЕ a hell of a thing that ended my career as a surgeon.Ф Connors said it
lightly, but Octavius could tell there was still sting there. УBut I went where
I was needed, Otto. And molecular biology has been a fascinating fieldЕ the
students have been just phenomenal.Ф
УAnyone with a future?Ф
УA few. One in particular. His nameТs Peter Parker. Brilliant, but lazy. If he
can ever get his mind into his workЕФ
УAh, well. Young people.Ф Octavius shrugged. УMore often than not, they have
their heads in the clouds.Ф
Spider-Man swung in a dizzying arc that snapped him around the Flatiron Building
and into the middle of Broadway. He fired another web-line, and another,
swooping from one side of the street to the other. Pedestrians pointed and
shouted,УSpider-Man!Ф People were yanking out their cameras, but he was
confident that by the time they managed to get him in their viewfinders, heТd be
gone.
Even after all this time, he had to admit he got a kick out of it. What hedidnТt
get a kick out of, however, was being late for class. Again.
It shouldnТt have been a problem. HeТd left plenty early, but then heТd wandered
into the middle of that daylight holdup, and one thing had led to another andЕ
well, now here he was, trying to make up for the lost time by webbing his way
across town.
He had his homework and textbooks snug in his backpack, which was, naturally, on
his back. It lacked a certain УcoolnessФ factor from a Super Hero point of view.
Then again, heТd never really cottoned to the term УSuper HeroФ that the media
loved to bandy about. It was too self-aggrandizing for his tastes.
As he drew nearer to the campus, he wondered about the special guest to whom
Doctor Connors had alluded at the end of last TuesdayТs class. HeТd been vague
about it, saying only that this Уspecial invited guestФ had some intriguing
thoughts and theories that Connors was certain would be of interest to the
class. Peter had no idea why Connors was being elusive on the subject of the
guestТs identity, but he figured the doctor had his reasons.
Peter felt a pang of frustration over how things were going in class. Curt
Connors had made it clear that he thought Peter had tons of potentialЕ
potential, Connors never hesitated to point out, that Peter consistently failed
to live up to. Well, Peter was determined to turn that around, starting this
very day. No more missed classes, no more being late. It was time to get his
priorities in order.
Granted, he knew he had responsibilities. He had learned that lesson all too
cruelly when, two years ago, he had stepped aside and allowed a thief to escape
from the scene of a robbery. He had done so in a fit of pique and with a sense
of poetic justice: The thief had stolen from a wrestling promoter who had
screwed Peter himself over money owed him. As the thief had fled, the promoter
shouted in PeterТs face, livid over his lack of action. Peter had said with the
sort of smug confidence that comes with being truly self-righteous, УI missed
the part where thatТs my problem.Ф
It became his problem hours later, though, when the same criminalЧsearching for
a getaway vehicle to steal as police had closed in on himЧhad stolen the car