Miles was obviously still too green. Terrorists had blended into the marchers, and behind those terrorists stood the militia groups now staging large-scale rebellions across the United States. According to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation, Hydra's shadow lay behind all of those militia groups.
Therefore, even if the corpses really contained Remote Bombs that could explode, Miles's investigative skills were not enough to catch the Hydra agents controlling them from the shadows.
After trying for a while with no results, Fury called and told him to immediately halt the investigation and stop causing trouble for the military.
Deeply discouraged, Little Black Spider could only head to the cemetery and pour out all his bitterness to the Deadman before his mother's grave.
"Sometimes I think I might be the worst Spider-Man ever. No matter how many people I save, I still couldn't save you." Holding the plastic bag containing his suit, Miles looked at the name on the tombstone and spoke so softly it was almost like talking to himself. "With great power comes great responsibility. If it were Peter Parker, what would he do?"
Naturally, there would be no answer to those questions. His mother was dead, and Parker was dead too. In normal reality, the dead did not answer questions.
That reminded him of another Parallel World he had visited before. There had been a living Peter there. If only he could go there again and ask him.
"I'm not giving up, but becoming Spider-Man cost me my family. Dad is missing now too. S.H.I.E.L.D. says nobody could have survived Planet Eater's shockwave. Mom, what should I do?"
The New York sunlight was pleasant that afternoon, enough to make the pale purple Anti-Matter No-Fly Zone visible in the sky. Yet Miles could not feel any warmth. He even pulled up his hoodie