You’re late. Well, okay, you’re not late, you can’t exactly be late to lunch with a dead guy, but Uncle Ben appreciated punctuality. You’re swinging through the streets, bouquet of flowers in hand when you run into (literally run into) Wade. “Those for me?” He asks, grinning down at you. He takes the bouquet of roses from your hand and brings them up to his mask, taking a big, deep breath. “Oh, baby boy, you shouldn’t have!”