He doesn’t wait for permission. The warehouse is choked with the smell of oil and old packing straw, a place where the shadows collect like dust. Outside, a limousine idles, its driver tapping an impatient rhythm on the steering wheel. Men in suits walk with an air of ownership and entitlement. Inside, technology sits behind glass and under plastic: vials, crystalline arrays, machine parts that hum with latent potential. There is a man at a corner table who reminds Peter of the city itself—smooth, charming, and watchful. He is Mr. Cross, an investor who smiles with the same ease he might use to put a knife into someone’s pocket. He talks in hypotheticals about supply chains and market opportunities, and Peter hears money described as a solution to the moral problems it often causes.
At Midtown High, he navigates corridors like a riverboat pilot—small turns, quick corrections, an ear for collision. He’s good at chemistry because he likes making things combine and behave predictably; he’s not yet comfortable with the alchemy of social currency. His backpack is filled with notebooks and a lunch he forgot to eat in the pre-dawn scramble. In class, he writes equations in the margins and doodles spider legs that bend into neat, geometric patterns. The teacher calls on him; he answers with the soft confidence of someone who knows the material but is weary of the spotlight. Your.Friendly.Neighborhood.Spider.Man.S01E01.48...
He dreams in brief, halting episodes—images of the device folded into a weapon, of researchers forced to work under duress, of children in neighborhoods where the scavengers are king. He wakes with an outline of a plan: contact his journalist friend with the photo; reach out to a hacker he once helped, who might identify the device’s circuit traces; and, as an absolute last resort, consider handing the prototype to the right authorities. All of these options are compromises with the reality that the police are not always aligned with what is morally right and that institutions often fail those who need them most. He doesn’t wait for permission