New York City, 1936
Peter Parker sat, beaten and broken in front of the daily bugel, simply waiting. He felt a tap on the shoulder, "Hobgoblin."
The other man sat down, "Spidey."
"How's MJ doing?"
"Few bumps and bruises but she'll be fine. Cigarette?"
"No thanks."
"Suit yourself."
"Not going to ask me about your father?"
"What's to say? He was crazy and he died over his lust for more power."
"Har-"
"Just leave it, here comes MJ, oh and by the way she brought a friend, I thought maybe we could double date."
Peter shook his head and smiled, "Sure."
The girls approached and Paker's smile could only widen when the lovely blonde in front of him intro duced herself, "Hi, I'm Gwen." Harry offered his arm to Mary Jane and began to sing a tune Parker felt he could grow to like, ♫ I see trees of green, red roses too I see 'em bloom, for me and for you, And I think to myself, what a wonderful world. ♫
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