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belonging to PeterТs uncle Ben, the man who had been like a father to him since
his youth. Not only had he taken the car, he had also taken BenТs life, coldly
shooting him and then hauling him out of the car, leaving him behind on the
street like a bag of garbage.
Uncle Ben had died, right there before PeterТs eyes. The tearful young man had
fancied himself grabbing Uncle BenТs soul and shoving it back into his body, but
naturally that hadnТt happened. Then an enraged Peter had gone after the robber,
tracking him down, confronting himЕ and realizing that his uncleТs murderer and
the man heТd smugly let run past him were one and the same.
That tragic set of events had driven home to him, in a way nothing else could,
the truth of something his uncle had said to him. УWith great power comes great
responsibility.Ф At first Peter had dismissed it out of hand as a cheap
aphorism.
Now it was his watch phrase, his philosophy, and his reason for living, all
wrapped up in a few powerful words.
He had done great good as Spider-Man. On the other hand, in some respects he had
taken part in great evil. Foremost was his involvement in the death of the Green
Goblin, a.k.a. Norman Osborn, father of Peter ParkerТs best friend, Harry.
Spider-Man hadnТt killed Norman Osborn himself. No, heТd simply dodged, just as
the Goblin had sent a lethal, pointed vessel of death screaming through the air
at him. The Goblin had been run through, by his own glider. Hanging there on the
wall, pinioned like a butterfly, Osborn had gasped out his last words and his
last wish. УDonТt tell Harry.Ф
Peter had honored that. Unfortunately, in doing so, he had committed an
entirelynew sin. In failing to be honest with Harry, he had inadvertently led
Harry to the false conclusion that Spider-Man was, indeed, responsible for
Norman OsbornТs death. Not only was this naturally of great personal distress to
Peter, but it meant there could be no closure for Harry so long as PeterЧand
Spider-ManЧlived. Harry dwelled on it all the time, it seemed. Over the months
it had eaten away at him, body and soul, and Peter was beginning to worry.
Bottom line, Harry was his fatherТs son, and who knew what might come of it?
After all, nobody knew better than Peter Parker the influence of fathers upon
their sons. Look where the influence of his father figure, Ben Parker, had left
him: dressed in garish tights, thirty stories above the ground. HarryТs sanity
was hanging by a thread? Peter was swinging on one.
WeТre all mad here,thought Peter.
That was when he heard some sort of grinding noiseЕ like a tank perhaps.
Naturally it caught his attention. What would a tank be doing in the middle of
Greenwich Village? He hadnТt read anything about an exhibition of military
hardware. A parade perhaps?
Or trouble.
Spider-man increased his speed a tic, suddenly becoming concerned. He switched
to Fifth Avenue because that was the area of the campus that the sound seemed to
be coming from. He barreled down it, released the hold on his web-line and
soared like a projectile the remaining block, landing squarely on the arch that
adorned the middle of the park that served as the campus square.
Beneath his mask, his jaw dropped.
УOkayЕthatТs different,Ф he muttered.
УSo I understand youТve got some sort of major microbiological breakthrough in
the works, Curtis,Ф Otto said to him as they walked across campus.