invisible.scape

Henry: You take Spider-Man’s pictures, right?

Peter: I used to.

Henry: Where is he?

Aunt May: Henry and I agree. We don’t see his picture in the paper anymore.

Peter: He…uh…quit.

Henry: Why?

Peter: Wanted to try other things.

Henry: He’ll be back, right?

Peter: I don’t know.

Aunt May: You’ll never guess who he wants to be: Spider-Man.

Peter: Why?

Aunt May: He knows a hero when he sees one. Too few characters out there, flying around like that saving old girls like me. And Lord knows, kids like Henry need a hero—courageous, self-sacrificing people setting examples for all of us. Everybody loves a hero. People line up for them…cheer them…scream their names. And years later, they’ll tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse of the one who taught them to hold on a second longer. I believe there’s a hero in all of us…that keeps us honest…gives us strength…makes us noble…and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want the most – even our dreams. Spider-Man did that for Henry and he wonders where he’s gone. He needs him.

(Aunt May continues packing, asking Peter to help lift a desk. He pauses, taking in all she said.)