Peter was walking through the streets of Queens, his hood up as weaved between passing strangers. He used his sleeve to wipe away his tears travelling down his cheeks, keeping his head down so no passers by could notice them.

The teen finally got to his destination, in the centre of the city. Large crowds were gathered, all wearing dark colours and solemn expressions on their faces.

The spiderling manages to squeeze his was through to the front, and as he did so, he grabs the contents from his pockets. 

He kneeled down at the base of the monument and places down the objects. One was a candle and the others were small pictures. He lighted the candle with a lighter that a friendly stranger handed him- and he gave back after.

Tears filled his eyes as he placed the pictures along with the many others that had started to collect.

"I'm so sorry..." Peter muttered, tears flowing down his cheeks. "I failed you all..."

The teen then stands up and walks away.

Almost as if the gods had heard him, rain poured down from the heavens. Raindrops landed on the pictures the brunet had left, making the faces of Aaron Davis, Miles Morales and Ned Leeds become distorted, and then faded, almost as if they were ghosts.

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An hour later

"And finally, the latest story. The horrifying events from last night have been displayed on all of the news channels around the world. Families, strangers and colleagues are coming together to remember the events together. 

Many died due to the 'sinister six', which is why today there was a memorial in Queens- the centre of the attack- and in many other places, where they can remember the lost. Although we may have lost many to the attack, we have only one person to thank for saving all of us- who sadly, we have also lost. 

Spider-Man will always been in our hearts, never forgotten..."