Peter sat alone in his little apartment, cursing the darkness.
The power had gone out again, it had been happening more and more since the radioactive wall of transistors had sprayed sparks down upon him that fateful day in the lab, and he knew no way of making it stop.
Outside of his room, he could hear the building come alive with people fumbling in the darkness, looking for anything battery powered to help them find their way through the blackout.
It’s true what uncle Ben had told him.
With great power comes great possibility you’d trip a circuit breaker.