The city of New York was a playground of steel and glass, but for Peter Parker, it was a responsibility he felt in his marrow. Eight years behind the mask had turned the initial thrill of web-swinging into a practiced rhythm. He wasn’t the amateur who tripped over his own feet anymore; he was a veteran. The Morning Rush
(A stealth mission at Oscorp, a boss fight, Peter's personal life) To build the next chapter of the story.
The "Demons," as the media would soon call them, moved with unsettling precision. Peter engaged, a blur of red and blue. A blast of dark energy scorched the marble floor.
Dozens of trapped civilians in the lobby of a crumbling tower.
The quiet didn't last. A series of explosions rocked the Financial District. This wasn't the work of common thugs or even the Shocker. The smoke was thick, laced with a strange, shimmering energy.