VOL 1: IN THE WAKE OF TRAGEDY
ISSUE 2: WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE WORLD CHANGED?
Where was Arthur Stacy when the world around him changed forever? He was currently driving down the busy street on his way to the hospital for a chance to interrogate Edward Brock, and maybe check in on this Peter kid, and it seemed that the voices of New York City had conflicting thoughts on his vigilantism. On the radio, he heard Sally Floyd of Frontline call him a hero of a new age, while someone from the Daily Bugle tried their best to make him out to be the bad guy but it sounded like they were reading from a script, but the ever tired and cynical Detective Arthur Stacy grew quickly detached from talk radio.
Instead he flipped to the closest station available, which was playing the number one smash hit song in America right now, performed by some young lady named Dazzler called “Outsider Looking In”. Arthur pulled out and lit a cigarette while the song played, and as usual he grew tired of waiting for the traffic so he pulled his detachable police siren out of his glove box and switched it on, and the effect was immediate. “That’s more like it!” he chuckled and drove at a higher speed.
Some of the people he passed he noticed out of the corner of his aging eyes flipped him the bird, but he didn’t care. He had seen much worse than middle fingers in his career, and he was well past caring for anything other than his family and the bare necessities of his job. “Just a few more years before retirement.” He said more to himself in his empty car as the hospital started to come into view, and he didn’t think anything of it at the moment, but a news van with Daily Bugle’s logo came up and then passed him.
Minutes later as he got closer to the parking lot, another news van, this one with the logo of WHiH. Though what really surprised him were the three blacked out humvees with the Department Of Damage Control logo emblazoned upon the sides and backs. “Well if a teenager in an armored suit almost destroying an entire apartment complex wasn’t reason for them to show up, nothing will.” Arthur spoke out loud, but more to himself.
Within another few minutes, Detective Arthur Stacy had pulled into the hospital parking lot, taking in the scene before him of a group of reporters were getting geared up while armored DODC Agents were preparing for war it looked like to Arthur. As he parked, he pulled out a silver drinking flask from his inside jacket pocket and took a swig.
Where was Aunt May when the world around her changed forever? She was sitting in a rigid hospital bed beside her nephew Peter as the doctors got to work trying to figure out how to get his vitals through the high tech suit of armor that seemed skin tight, she herself was starting to check out psychologically, it was almost too much for her to wrap her mind around. Finally, a couple of nurses came to her side and gently tried to usher out into the hallway where more comfortable seats awaited family of the patients in the waiting area, still kind of mentally checked out she hardly registered that her phone was blowing up with texts from her nieces and next door neighbor.
There was a kind of ringing sensation in her ears that drowned out all noise as she stared off into the painted wall of the hospital, but what felt to her like eternity it had ended and everything rushed back. Taking her phone out of her purse, May dialed Anna May first, “Hello-“ she gulped, her mouth had become very dry on the ride over in the ambulance, “Hello Anna May, what’s going on? Why are you lot calling like crazy?”
There was silence on Anna May’s end for a moment before she returned in hushed tones. “Something isn’t right, May, there’s government agents outside and they’re trying to- oh no! How’s Peter? Is he awake yet? We might need to leave soon.”
“They’re trying to what?” May asked, quickly standing up as she approached the waiting room window, and sure enough the hospital parking lot was now incredibly full of government vehicles, news vans, as well as a lot of curious civilian passerby. “Anna, what’s going on?” May asked her friend with genuine concern creeping into her voice, and while Anna May Watson didn’t immediately answer back, she could hear some kind of commotion through the phone’s speaker.
Getting ever more worried, May retreated back into Peter’s hospital room after the doctors and nurses informed her that they finally got lucky and stabilized him, she tried to tell them about what was going on outside, but they were all already stretched thin as it was with all the other patients they needed to see. Resigned, and hoping it wouldn’t have to come to it, May propped the visitor chair against the door handle in a weak attempt at keeping everything at bay.
Where was Peter Parker when the world around him changed forever? Currently his physical body was laying in the patient room at Queen General Hospital with wiring the doctors barely managed to hook him up despite his armored carapace wrapped around his body in order to read his vital signs, which all read as being steady. Beside him, his Aunt May knelt down on the floor with her back to the bed facing the locked door, unaware that his room window was unsecure, but an idea struck her as she turned on the television in the corner in an attempt to find any news coverage on the situation.
Finally, after a few minutes of searching she landed on the Daily Bugle’s channel, which she thought was a big stretch to be considered news in this day and age. Out of the corner of her aging eye she thought she saw Peter move and adjust himself, but rationalized that it was just a trick of the lighting. She grabbed his hand and squeezed before kissing him on his uncovered forehead, “You’re going to have a lot of explaining to do when you wake up, young man.”
Once more she kissed his forehead, clearing away his long brown hair as she stayed by his side, deciding to turn the television off and just listen to the rhythm of the heart monitor. “You better wake up soon, young man. This family has lost too damn much, I’ve never known the universe to be so cruel in all my days.” Aunt May spoke to both nobody, as well as the empty room, wishing she had her cross with her to pray for Peter’s safe return. Though that was back at their house, broken on the floor from her fit of angry protest at a higher power.
She needed something, someone to blame and she was unaware that the perfect patsy in her husband’s supposed killer was in surgery in this very hospital, she kissed Peter’s forehead one last time before getting up to go get something to drink from the outside vending machine, realizing that they were supposed to eat during the wake. Though with everything going on, it was understandable she had eaten or drank anything until now, so she took a dollar from her purse and grabbed the bottle of water before returning to Peter’s room.
Peter began to cry in his Uncle Ben’s station wagon, with the unbearable weight that he let his uncle, and his aunt down, but worst of all he let himself down for not doing a damn thing when his uncle was killed and this went on for a while, but no matter what his uncle stayed in the car with him. When he finally finished crying and wiping his tears with his sleeve, Ben rested a hand on his shoulder and smiled silently before sitting back in the driver’s chair, and suddenly the scene changed and they were sitting on a park bench in Central Park, Ben was feeding some birds while Peter got his bearings. He was now dressed up as Spider-Man with his head uncovered, he could hear a soft beeping noise all around him, which was the heart monitor in the real world.
“This isn’t a memory,” Peter quickly surmised as he looked around, and saw that there was nobody else around. “Where are we?”
Finally Ben looked up and set the bird food to the side and smiled at Peter, “We are wherever you want to be, we were just in a place where you felt destroyed. Aside from this incessant beeping noise, the Sun is set perfectly and the weather is nice, it’s…”
“Peaceful,” Peter answered and nodded as he tried to follow along, “so that means I’m trying to make peace with your death, letting down my family, and letting down myself. Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” He scoffed at the idea and slumped back on the bench, soaking up the fake sunrays.
“Not if you don’t talk about it with someone, what makes you think you really did let down your family, Peter? I doubt my May thinks so little of you.” Ben spoke in an attempt to sound reassuring, but Peter shook his head.
“’Your May’? You know you aren’t real right, this is all just a figment of my imagination, my subconscious attempting to put the pieces together of my emotional jigsaw puzzle.”
Where was Alexa Reilly when the world around her changed forever? She was running about through the halls of the hospital asking everyone she could about the authorities outside and if it were legal for them to conduct some kind of seizure of Peter from the hospital. Most hospital personnel barely took note of her, too busy getting ready for the influx of wounded from the destroyed apartment complex, but there were a couple who took the time to try and calm her down and explain that the authorities couldn’t legally remove a patient from the premises without prior authorization from an attending physician.
This information she relayed back to her sisters before letting her Aunt May know through her friend Anna May Watson, but still she was worried about the gathering crowd out in the hospital parking lot, so she gathered up her sisters to try and devise a way to keep the authorities out of the hospital, when after seeing the Daily Bugle news van an idea struck her. “Amanda, how do you feel about being on the news?” Alexa inquired
“What are you thinking?” Amanda asked her sister in a cautious tone of voice, and she stole a brief glance at her sister Amy, who listened but added a simple unknowing shrug of the shoulders.
“Well, how good are you with doing interviews back at school for the paper?” Alexa asked, bringing up the fact that her sister ran the school newspaper back home.
“I think I do pretty well, though it’s not just me that’s by myself running the paper, why? What’s that got to do with our situation?” Amanda asked her with a quizzical look in hey eye towards her sister.
“I think it’s about time we gave the people what they want,” Alexa said with a smile, “what about you girls?”
Amy and Amanda smiled mischievously at each other before Amy piped up, “Just tell us what to say, dear sister,” she spoke with a playful cackle and got the attention of several people waiting to be seen by hospital personnel.
“Well here’s what I want the both of you to do…”