[Spider-Man is perched on a rooftop enjoying a coffee-- and quietly sulking over how much less style perching on a rooftop has when there are no skyscrapers in sight-- when he feels the faintest buzz of his spider-sense: not danger per se, but the imminent potential for it. Without further ado, he puts down his drink and sidles down over the edge of the building. The streets are almost deserted, with just a handful of pedestrians on the sidewalk, all of them looking perfectly at ease except for a stressed out looking fellow on the other side of the road.
A very familiar stressed out fellow.]
Doctor Connors?!
[Oh, this isn't good. Spidey knows exactly what happens when stress and Doc Connors get within arms' reach of each other. Immediately, he hops down from the wall and bounds across the street, hoping his very appearance won't be what sends Curt over the edge.]
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A very familiar stressed out fellow.]
Doctor Connors?!
[Oh, this isn't good. Spidey knows exactly what happens when stress and Doc Connors get within arms' reach of each other. Immediately, he hops down from the wall and bounds across the street, hoping his very appearance won't be what sends Curt over the edge.]