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Swinging around the city always seemed to calm me down. It's not working this time. My name's Peter Parker, but most of the world knows me as the Spectacular Spider-Man. Let's do a summary of all my screw-ups within the past month: I've managed to almost expose my secret identity, I got trapped in a High Security prison with all my enemies, I managed to get Black Cat severely pissed off at me, I accidentally got my best friend's dad killed, and I lost the love of my life to the very same best friend.

Yep. Real spectacular. I also have the strange feeling that Harry knows I'm Spider-Man. God, what's happening to my life?

For some reason my feet hurt when I land on my usual building. I finally get a little angry and punch the gargoyle that I always sit by. I knock its head off and it goes falling down. I can't help but shake my fist. I've hit much harder things, so why did that hurt so much?

My phone vibrates. It's Gwen. It's only been a couple of hours since Norman Osborn's funeral. I ponder whether or not I should answer the phone call. I give into my curiosity.

"Hello?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't pick up."

"Why wouldn't I? I mean I just left you and Harry all alone. You know, Harry. Your boyfriend."

"Peter, please. Listen to me."

"Why?"

"Because I love you, Peter! Now get over it and listen to what I have to say!"

"Alright, you win. I can tell you're giving me the look through the phone."

"Harry is not my boyfriend anymore. When you left the funeral I told him that I loved you."

I couldn't help but be silent. I never thought she would do that. I didn't know what to think.

"Hello?"

"What did he say?"

"There's the bad news. He stormed off saying he was gonna make you pay."

"Great. I've managed to make another mortal enemy out of a best friend. I should go talk to him."

"Good idea."

"Yeah."

"Wait, Peter?"

"What?"

"Do you love me, too?"

"Yes, Gwen. I always have and I always will."

"Goodnight Peter. Good luck with Harry."

"Thanks."

She hangs up. I put my phone in my bag and shoot a line of web. Why do things always go bad for me? It's like God is always challenging me and I always fail so he keeps throwing challenges at me.

Then it happens.

It always happens.

I'm on my way to do something extremely important when BOOM! The nutjobs attack.

Well, in this case, nutjob. Singular.

"What is it this time, Electro?" I'm trying to sound as menacing as possible, but everything that's happened recently, I'm a little off my game.

"You don't seem so good, webhead." He says in his static-y voice.

"I don't have time for this!"

I shoot a web. He blasts it. He shoots lightning at me. I dodge it. It shoot three impact web bullets at him. Two hit him, one in the face, the other in the chest. The other misses by a mile.

I jump in front of him and say "It seems like you're the one whose off their game!"

The action is keeping my mind off of everything. I want it to go on forever.

I punch him in the face. Again. Three times.

He rebounds and kicks me in the family jewels. I stumble back. I load up my web-shooters with everything I have while dodging multiple lightning blasts. I shoot out a web-line that looks about the size of a brick. It hits him straight in the face, knocking his block off. Literally.

His head goes flying off. After a brief moment of shock and horror, I realize it's one of Mysterio's bots. Then I remember that the Sinister Six is still at large.

"DAMMIT!" I hear myself shout. I didn't even think about saying it, it just came out.

I scream again and shoot another web line. Before I can swing off, an explosion occurs. I look in the direction and I see it came from Harry's house! Oh god, what has he done?