Rain splattered on the umbrella held above Miles' head as the last remaining dirt was tossed on top of the grave of his father. His mother stood next to him. They weren’t crying. They had cried for days, yes, but here, now, no. Miles walked away. Miles, his mother said, be home by 8 okay? Miles sighed. He didn’t look back. A hand landed on his shoulder. He turned. Ganke. Hey, Ganke said, you want to go get some food? Kamala already looked up a good place nearby? Nah, Miles said. Not right now. Yeah, Ganke said. I understand. Just….don’t do anything stupid. Miles exited a door and emerged atop a roof nearby. The Scarlet Spider, and Spider Woman were waiting for him. Miles, Jess said, I’m sorry about your dad. I couldn’t make it, neither could Ben. Miles nodded. Do you want to go on patrol, Jess asked. No, Miles said. Never again. Ben, The Scarlet Spider, blinked. Miles reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and brought out his mask. Red an black, ginting in the dying light of the day. He tossed it down at his feet. If I hadn’t been Spiderman, he said, I’d have been there to protect my dad. But I wasn’t. Ben sighed. Fine, he said. Peter wanted you to be Spiderman, the only Spiderman, after he was gone. I just thought you should know that. Yeah, Miles said, I know. But I’m not the man for the job. He pointed at Ben. You are. No, Ben said. No, I’m not. See you around, Miles said.
