BBC NEWS:
There are reports circulating of unknown Russian Mafia's running a robbery...

"Pete, turn off the TV. It's late. " Auntie May said.
"But..."
"No buts this time. I'm tired of coming home with you sleeping over the couch... " she tensed, adding with a smile, "like your Uncle Ben."
***

An hour later, Peter Parker was sleeping on the couch when his phone rang.
"Dude, you gotta come... You gotta... "
"What! " said Peter, sheepishly.
"The Russians dummy. " Watson's voice was almost opera pitch. Peter always admired his enthusiasm.
"It's four..." he said, "In the freaking morning!"

***
"So what's up! " Peter groaned sarcastically, looking into the green eyes of wake-up-its-the-Russians-Watson.
Watson pointed towards the radio.
"This can change everything. " He said, enthusiastically.
"Let me get this straight,"Peter Parker shunned, "so you're saying, this thing here you call a radio, can spy on Russians? "

"Hmm! "
"And you don't know any word in Russian, right! "

Watson looked flabbergasted, "Listen, I know you are going through shit, but don't lose all hope. You can't just give up because the newspapers said you're worthless! "
"Hope?!" Peter began, "Hope? Where was hope when they sacked me of my powers? Where was hope when Mary Jane the girl I loved so much was killed by... "

He stopped. The event was a nightmare. How she screamed for help!
"Pete, I'm....."
"It's alright. I'll talk to you later. Not in the mood. "

***
That night, Peter dreamed of nothing but Mary Jane. Her blue eyes gazing into his.
Her blonde hair wasting past his shoulders. She made him like the man he had become. SpiderMan.
But her voice was haunting..
Her last words as she collapsed on the floor...
Pete nooooooo!