The new Spider-man novel comes out on July 26.
“They were really excited to see what I could come up with,” she says.
“Which was cool, and a little bit surprising.”
Randy Fontanilla; Marvel Press
“The book cannot work without her.”
Unfortunately, that afternoon’s fight still has him feeling off.
Since she hasn’t canceled yet, he figures they’re still on.
He’s giving a peace sign.I can make it to thetopof the Empire State Building.
It’s a humblebrag, but I gotta post itwas the totality of his thought process.
To his chagrin, no one is paying attention.
His post got three likes and a single retweet.
Ugh.TheBuglehas fifty million people following them.
He makes a mental note to ask MJ how to get followers.As long as she doesn’t cancel.
He jumps off the billboard, shooting out a web and propelling himself down the avenue.
He scrambles, grabbing the line of web.
“I meant to do that!”
There’s a small, darkened storefront with a smashed window recessed a few stairs down into the ground.
The figure lets out a quick yelp and scurries back into the store.
“What the?”
You know I saw you, right?"
The store is a mass of shelves filled with tools and various sundry items.
Something big and metallic rattles and then drops heavily to the floor with a loudclank.
It’s dark, and the alarm is reverberating along the walls and inside Spidey’s head.
“WHOA, WHOA,WHOA!”
“We can figure this out, man!
Let’s talk!”
He can hear something skittering in the back of the shop.
He presses his fingers and toes lightly along the wall, moving up until he gets to the ceiling.
He’s peeking around the corner, holding a nail gun.
Spider-Man puts a hand out and points his web-shooter downward, pressing against his palm.
“NAILED IT!”
Spidey yells gleefully before dropping to the floor directly in front of the thief.
He’s surprised to see it’s someone he knows.
“Corey?!”
Spidey asks, lenses wide, as the man in question throws a fist his way.
He dodges, easily.
This sort of thing is very out of character for the minor thief.
Spidey bends his head to the left as Corey throws a box of lightbulbs at him.
“I thought we were friends.
Last time we saw each other, you told me you liked my suit andeverything.”
Spidey ducks as Corey tries another punch.
“Okay, that’s enough of that.”
He crouches and sticks a leg out to trip him, and Corey goes down hard, face-first.
“Man, what are youdoing?”
Spidey asks, still crouched and resting on his toes next to the man’s head.
There’s a glare on the back of his shiny bald mug.
Corey just groans in response.
The sirens are closer now, so Spidey webs Corey’s feet to the ground and tries again.
“What are you doing here?
This isn’t usually your MO.
He trails off and tilts his head, taking in the scene.
There’s something boxy sticking out of the top of Corey’s back pocket.
Spider-Man reaches down and pulls it out.
“Now what’s this?”
He stands to see it better in the low light of the shop.
The box readsLOCK PICK-ER 9000locked out?
Spidey nearly drops it.
“Nine hundred what?
This must be the best lock-picker on theplanet.”
He squats down next to Corey’s head again.
“Now what wouldyou, a pretty petty criminal, want with something heavy-duty like this?”
Corey is mumbling something in response, but Spidey can’t quite make it out.
“Gotta get this and get the lamp.
Gotta get this and get the lamp.”
He’s whispering over and over.
He sounds completely terrified.
He’s about to ask Corey more when the sirens turn the corner.
That means he’s overstayed his welcome.
he hears as he webs a crane and starts swinging, “Come back here!”
Not a chance, he thinks.
