He had been locking himself away recently. You knew full well why, of course. As one of his closest friends and one of the many people who have been bitten by a radioactive spider.

You strode lazily past all the Spidermen, a cup of warm tea in hand. Some of the Spidermen waved, others paid no mind to you.

You went farther and farther into the building, finding yourself at Miguel Ohara's office door.