The body was mutilated. The offals spilt like bad milk. His eyes bulged, his nose squeezed in, Howard Stark was no more.
    ***
Collins arrived first before the police. Being a forensic scientist meant dealing with first hand apparatus.
    "Are we by any means ever going to find out the killer?" Scott had just arrived.
     The body was three hours cold, said Collins.
"The killer could've finished killing him off by then. " Collins pinched at the dead man's skin, "Probably first dehydrated. "
   ***
Peter Parker stood up by the roof's edge. His short life as Spiderman had bamboozled him with reflexes unknown.
    Now he climbed down the chimney, smoke enveloping his suit.
    Footsteps.
Then a face emerged from the shadows.
  Peter froze.
The face pale and blue, looked at him. He could feel it's cold stare.
"Auntie May. " Too creeped out to notice he was in a suit.
    He took a step forward.
The pale face was replaced. Aunt May had been sleepwalking.

***
"So, you'll need more than these if she's sleepwalking a lot. I know a pharmacy by Rollingstone street. It deals in such stuff. " The pharmacist handed him the package.
     Then...
    Robbers.
Of all days...entered .
"Freeze. Nobody move. " They rushed through the store. Their guns as big as their threats.
  Peter looked on.
"Hand over the money, Now. " One of them shouted.
"I have no..."

A hand smirked into the pharmacist's face.
She winced.

"Gimme the GODDAMN money!"
"Hey, how about you guys take all you want and stop harassing her. " He pointed at the pharmacist, "I'm Peter Parker by the way. In case you didn't know. "

"But you can also call me Mr. Peter Parker. You know I love... " He blubbered on.
 
***
"And I also love chess. " He concluded.
The thugs had already gone.

"Are you alright? "
"You're a jerk!" She said, examining her loss.

"A jerk, uh? " Peter dashed outside, swapping out a web.