When midnight on my second night back home comes and goes, and I'm still swinging around New York instead of on some island in the literal middle of nowhere, I'm pretty sure the whoop of joy I let out is heard for miles. As good as the Island's treated me -- well, in some respects more so than others -- over the past couple of years, there's no ( Read more... )

It's late enough by the time Jessica and I finish off with Electro and Sandman that I don't bother swinging back by Betty's apartment, instead making a beeline -- or, well, a webline, if you wanna get technical about it -- for Stark Tower. With the adrenaline of the fight wearing off fast, it's hard not to let my nerves from earlier twist my ( Read more... )

Boy, talk about being saved by the bad guy! Honestly, I think I would've taken just about any excuse to get the heck out Dodge the second Mary Jane walked through that door. Call me a coward, but there's no sane person on this planet who could tell me that that wasn't the most awkward set-up in the history of mankind. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a ( Read more... )

Look, I wasn't exactly a hermit on the Island. I mean, I've been there for nearly two years, and between my job at the school and my position on the Council, I made my fair share of acquaintances -- students, fellow teachers, other Council members (and a lot of those guys were, quite possibly, even less qualified to be leading anyone than yours ( Read more... )

It's been a strange couple of hours. Which, when you're me -- Peter Parker: The Spectacular Spider-Man -- is really saying something, because it takes a whole lot of whacky before strange so much as registers on my radar. So let's take a second to recap: me, Mary Jane, Tony, and Jessica were all unceremoniously voted off the Island by parties ( Read more... )

It's not that unusual a scene, really. The nights I don't spend swinging through abandoned stretches of jungle, trying to get my skills back up to par, I spend hunched over my desk, working. Whenever it's the latter -- and those nights, it seems, have been a lot more frequent in the weeks since I learned about Johnny and Marla -- Mary Jane often ( Read more... )