Earth-616, New York, World's Fair of Science and Technology grounds, 7:00 p.m.
By then, Osborn Industries' exhibition hall had already descended into chaos. People screamed as they ran, abandoning their cola and balloons. Even though Norman Osborn stood onstage with a livid expression, urging everyone not to panic and warning them against a stampede, how could people fleeing for their lives listen to him?
The crowd surged toward the exit. They wanted to escape to the neighboring Stark Exhibition Hall, believing that perhaps Tony Stark's bodyguard, Iron Man, would save them there.
People did not like Tony, nor did they understand why Iron Man worked for Stark Company. But when their lives were threatened, instinct made them abandon any sense of dignity.
Electricity flashed everywhere inside the Osborn venue. It was obvious people were about to die. Even if they wanted to film a video and post it on Twitter, they needed to keep a safe distance, didn't they?
But before long, some of the braver people realized they were saved, because New York's friendly neighborhood hero had arrived. A figure in a red-and-blue suit leaped down from the ceiling and fired two strands of webbing at the freak crackling with electricity.
"Stop, Electro! Let's talk. Don't solve everything with violence; that's no good. Want to grab a coffee? Or eat some batteries? Come on, relax, buddy. Let me gently put you down first."
The webbing wrapped around the figure whose face could not be seen through the light. Little Bug gripped the strands tightly and wrestled against him as if in a tug-of-war.
He said he would gently put him down, but Peter was clearly going all out. Every muscle on his body bulged, while his feet kept slipping across the floor.
"You lied to me! Spider-Man! All of