Still a bit tired, I rise from my bed. That was the only night I could sleep normally except the visit of Peter and the Nightmare. The other nights, missions were more important.

Grandma hasn't gotten up yet. Of course not, it's only about 5am.
I sit in the living room and look at the news.

They now realize that I'm not a threat.
Unfortunately, they also speculate about whether Spider-Man and I are a new team.
Of course not.
In my opinion, this is more of a territory fight.

The newspaper usually doesn't talk so friendly about superheroes.
They now write that New York City is now housing a second danger.
That I'm just another criminal.
Somehow that makes me laugh again and again.
At 6am, I slowly go to the kitchen and make breakfast.
It's not the first time I'm doing it.

When I was new here, we set the rule that the one who is awake earlier will make breakfast.
Grandma had deliberately chosen this rule because she thought I would sleep long like normal teenagers.
That's why she's surprised when she sees me in the kitchen.
"Good morning Grandma", I say smiling.
"Good morning", she says.
Just as we talk at the dining table, I hear it ringing on the door.