"The famous Spider-Man actually got kicked out because he couldn't afford the rent... You've got to be the most miserable superhero ever, Peter."
As Peter Parker lay on the floor questioning his life, he heard that remark.
Startled, Peter quickly rolled over and sprang to his feet, looking toward the voice.
The speaker was the older brother of the three siblings he had met that day. He was sitting at the desk in Peter's room, watching SpongeBob SquarePants on Peter's laptop.
"Kraft?"
After recalling his name, Peter hurried into what had once been his room and shut the door behind him.
Only after entering did Peter notice that the other little girl, the purple-haired one, was there too. She was sprawled across the bed, sleeping soundly in a spectacularly unrestrained pose.
"I'm not Spider-Man."
Peter mistakenly assumed Kraft had found something about Spider-Man on his laptop, so he tried to fool him with the same excuse he had used at Dr. Otto's place. "I just help Spider-Man make his suits."
Come to think of it, his computer was encrypted, yet this kid had managed to crack it...
Kids these days really are something.
Peter remembered the little girl who had just slammed him to the floor, and his back began to ache faintly.
"Anyway, what are you doing in my home?"
"Dr. Octavius just didn't want to expose you, so she went out of her way to give you that excuse. Did you seriously think she hadn't figured out you were Spider-Man?"
Kraft curled his lip. Before coming here, he had already contacted Dr. Octavius and successfully persuaded her to help him treat Martin Lee. Without the octopus tentacles installed, Dr. Octavius was still quite reasonable.
"Besides, this isn't your home anymore. Your landlord kicked you out because you kept