"Aargh. " Peter Parker groaned. Every joint ached.
Green eyes stared into his blue eyes.
"Detective Scott... " Peter straightened, intense pain shooting up, "What are you doing here? "

"Well I should be asking you the same thing! " Scott smiled.

Peter raised his arms, "Well I guess I'm horribly sick! You too? "
"Nah. It's been a decade before I ever got one of those things into my system. " He paused, examining Peter's worried face.
    The boy reminded Scott of his academic years. Nerdy, thin, anxious...
  He pulled a chair close. "Listen kid, I'm not supposed to be telling you this but," He paused for effect.
"But? "
"But it would have come up anyway. " Scott sighed, "It's about you Peter. You and your powers. "
Peter's wrist ached as he pulled himself up.
"Powers?" He said. "What about Auntie May? Is she OK? Oh Christ, is she fine? "
   "We got it under control, trust me!" Scott lied. "See, I knew Uncle Ben. He was a good man. From the moment I saw you, I knew it was within you to do good. Just like him."

Peter Parker grinned so hard his face muscles twitched, "Is this another one of your pep talks?"

  Scott winced, a serious look on his face, "We all know you're Spiderman Peter Parker. "
   "And? " Peter asked sarcastically, "I mean you said I had some mental disorder that made me... "
"Listen, will you? "
Peter shrugged.
"The government orders had to be followed, " Scott began, "The president had borrowed a big sum of money from the Russians.  Very huge amount. We were going through a crisis, remember. " Scott gave a pause, "The money was from a cartel. There was no other choice. The contract legalised narcotics into America for three years. After that, everything would be back to normal.
   Three years passed and the Russians couldn't back down. They'd set up drug stores all across the states. Getting them out was not so easy, anymore. That's when the President legalised weed in California making the narcotics be transported in disguise of weed. "

"So did the President know of this? " Peter asked.
"Of course he did. It was the public eye he was avoiding. The contract was renewed. " Scott sighed, "And then you came along.  As Spiderman. As the hero. The Russians requested you be dealt with. "
  Peter Parker looked so overwhelmed that for once, Scott thought he was going to faint.
    "So you're saying the Russians were all along working with the government? " Peter said, rhetorically.
  A silence followed. A long one indeed.
    Peter was the first to speak, "So how did they make me lose my powers? How did they even know I was Spiderman? "
   Scott said, "You were injected with a very lethal dose of iodine. After that, many other drugs I'm not able to remember were transferred into your system. "

"But why? Why me? Why take away my powers, for Chrissake. "
Peter was saddened. His world. His family. His...
"I'd have asked the same thing if I were in your shoes. " Detective Scott began, then shook Peter's shoulder lightly, "There are things you won't understand kid. The world is a bitter place."

Peter now smiled, tears of mixed emotions, "Just another one of your pep talks, uh! "