After watching Max and Caroline leave, Yang Bo continued wandering around New York with Skye, checking out places they had not visited before.
Perhaps because it was daytime, Spider-Man never appeared again. Time ticked by, and the sky gradually darkened.
Meanwhile, masses of dark clouds drifted overhead, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
Yang Bo sat with Skye on the Golden Gate Bridge, enjoying the breeze blowing in from the sea.
"Skye, how was today?"
Skye wrapped her arms around Yang Bo's waist and smiled. "I had a great time."
Rumble...
A muffled peal of thunder suddenly rang out overhead, followed by rain pouring down from the sky.
Yang Bo took glass out of his backpack and quickly built a small glass house on the Golden Gate Bridge. With the darkness and downpour concealing them, he did not have to worry about anyone below seeing them.
Looking at the thick clouds outside, he drew on years of experience and remarked,
"Looks like this rain will last a while."
"That's the trouble with being near the sea. The rain comes out of nowhere."
Skye nodded slightly, then turned to look to her right. A figure was swinging through the downpour on Spider Silk, apparently planning to cross the Golden Gate Bridge.
"Is that Spider-Man?"
The moment Skye saw that incredible Spider Silk, she guessed who he was. Yang Bo nodded, but her next question cut straight to the heart of the matter.
"Where does he shoot his Spider Silk from?"
"I know what you're thinking. It might not be scientifically sound, but he really does shoot his Spider Silk from his wrists."
Seeing Skye's slightly flushed cheeks, Yang Bo said nothing, because he had imagined that bizarre scene too.
Just then, Spider-Man swung to a spot beneath them on Spider Silk. He must