Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
The past two days had been very peaceful. No one had popped up to make the news, and there had been no alien invasions or supervillain attacks. For the long-suffering people of the United States, it was another rare stretch of calm.
Well... that was if you ignored the metal shell flying around in the sky every day and the cross-dressing cop who left sticky white webs all over the place.
Still, neither of them had much impact on their lives. They seemed to be right nearby, yet also incredibly far away.
Compared to those two, Osborn and Thunder Industries had become the topics people were much more eager to talk about.
Eating, sleeping, and cursing Osborn were their three daily priorities. It gave them plenty of common ground and let them demonstrate their firm commitment to political correctness. And when the conversation got lively, they could even debate whether Thunder Industries really had some miracle drug that could reattach severed limbs and bring the dead back to life. It was the perfect way to blow off steam.
Two days later, at dusk, in Flushing Meadows-Corona Park, Queens, New York.
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The park had hosted two World's Fairs, but that wasn't what had drawn most of the people who came today.
They had only one reason for being here: Thunder Industries was holding its first product launch.
Thunder Industries had ridden Osborn's downfall to prominence, and the military had thrown its support behind the company. The resulting buzz was considerable. Many invitees from all walks of life had shown up, and plenty of people without invitations had gathered outside, hoping to watch from the sidelines.
"Welcome, everyone, to Thunder Industries' new product launch...