In the morning, light snow had begun to fall in New York. It was already the end of the year, less than a month from Christmas. The usual heavy snow had yet to arrive, but even the tiny flakes, clear as crystal particles, brought more than enough cold.
The first-generation Spider-Man suit did not retain heat well, and Peter looked a little cold. He shivered as he crouched by the door, then yanked off his mask. His completely soaked hair showed that his fight with the Green Goblin the previous night had not gone well. Both of them had fallen into the Hudson River.
The moment Schiller let go, the rolling shutter door rose again. He beckoned to Peter, and after Peter walked inside, Schiller took a bath towel from the heated towel rack and draped it over his head.
Wrapped in the warm towel, Peter took a sip of hot water and let out a long sigh. As Schiller walked into the bathroom to adjust the water heater, he asked, "Want to take a hot shower?"
Peter sat on the sofa, cradling the cup in both hands as he shook his head. He looked dazed, as though he were still trapped in some story and had yet to wake up. Schiller sat across from him.
Peter suddenly snapped awake. Looking at Doctor Schiller across from him, he noticed that Schiller looked exhausted, pale, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. He had clearly gone many days without rest.
A sense of guilt rose in Peter, and he stood up to leave, but Schiller spoke first. "What's wrong? Last night, I saw you fighting someone on the Brooklyn Bridge?"
Peter, standing there, sank into thought again. But soon, he said, "That person... that person was Harry. Harry Osborn, my university