“…I did. I know I did. Every time you’re happy, I’ve been the one who’s ruined it.”

“You can’t trust that helmet. The Beyond corporation couldn’t be trusted.” We can get help. Starting with that psycho-reactive gunk all over you.”

“I know! I know. But you’re still Ben Reilly. I know you’re a good man, regardless of my memories. You’ve done so much good as yourself. Just… calm down. We can talk to Reed, or Tony. See if they can replicate my memories to you.”

“Ben… this is your last chance. Calm down. We need to get you help before there’s nothing left to salvage.”

Peter went flying, tumbling over before sliding to a stop on his knees. “Damnit, Ben… THIS HAS TO END!” He jumped up, thwipping a web beside Chasm’s feet and pulling himself down, packing momentum into a hook right across his face. “GIVE UP!”

Legally, I cannot comment on this show. Thank you Sony, very cool.

Looking up… “Jen, you know I don’t drive, right?”

“I don’t talk about that. It makes my wallet shiver in regret.”

‘Gritty’ and ‘edgy’ and ‘realistic’ on this (late) #SeductiveSunday.

Sometimes I just wanna go home after a long day and have someone there to greet me. The Parker Luck sucks ass.

The life of Spider-Man. Losing friends, making enemies. No home, no job, no money, no loved ones. Every day another fight…

“Uh-oh. I got Death’s attention. Should I be worried?”

Sitting on the roof of the Daily Bugle, moping quietly. Peter does that a lot these days.

Nothing quite like New York in the winter. Sure it’s cold, the days are short, and seeing happy families together reminds Peter of way too many mistakes, but… …well, at least the snow looks nice.

It’s been… months now. Still haven’t gotten any closer to helping Ben. He’s been getting an hour of sleep, at best, per night. Constantly kept up thinking of ways to fix things. All he knows is he can’t leave his brother like this.