In the next break, MJ had asked Peter, if they want to hang out in the afternoon. Peter had agreed smiling and they'd meet after school at Peter's. MJ would first go home and come then to him. Happy, Peter went out of the school to the bus. He stocked, when he noticed, that he had goosebumps. His Spidey-senses! He turned around and checked the area. Nothing. Maybe it was a wind blow, that made him getting goosebumps. He shrugged and went inside the bus. About half way, the kids screamed. Peter put shocked his headphones out of his ears and looked out of the window. The Frick was between houses. He was purple on most parts of the body and he had grown again! About 11 feet now! He was growing like a little kid. On the next stop many kids and teens got out. Peter as well. It wasn't his stop, but The Frick was attacking again and he had to help the people there! Peter ran in a bureau building and suited up. "Peter. Mr. Stark told me to tell you to get home immediately. You need to go home.
And... shouldn't you be on the bus? Why did you got out?" "Karen. Shut up and tell him The Frick's here and I'm pretty sure there are people who need help!" "But Mr. Stark needs you at home." "Karen", Peter meant and sighed, "Tell him, I'm coming ASAP.
And what is so urgent, that he needs me that fast?" "Let me look in the calendar...
There is a meeting of Stark Industries in the calendar at 3:45. I think he needs you there.
Oh. Wait. M.A.R.T.H.A. is coming online. Shall I ask Morgan, if she's there too?" "Yes." Peter swung out of the house and into the city, where Dr. Bryat was.

He found him crashing his huge hands in the buildings. "Hey! Everybody out!", Peter called, as soon as he crashed through the window into a building The Frick was terrorizing. Some adults were screaming and others ran to the door. The kids had grabbed their parents hands and were scared. The fear was written on their faces. The sweat was running slowly, drop by drop down their tiny, cute, little faces.
Most of the kids inside were around Morgan's age. Many younger.
"Spider-Man!", called one adult with a baby in the arms. "Clear out! Everybody through this door!", Peter called and pointed on the backdoor.

Many started running, others were laying on the ground, bleeding or in shock stare.
Peter helped them out, by lifting them up and let them prop up on him.

The streets in front of the building were full of parts of the building, glass and people, who tried to run away. Cruelly The Frick hit them with his feet, or stepped on them. There were many bodies on the cold, dirty streets. Peter took a deep breath and swung onto the doctor.

When his webs were empty, he put the ones in, that he shouldn't be able to cut through. Peter hit his hips with a web and started to swing around it. These webs were different to the ones, he used normally. They ere like a rope, that ended, after a certain length. The webs ended, when the web containment glasses were empty. They also adhere better to skin, making it almost impossible to get them off if you hit a person with it. When Peter swung further down to wrap in his legs, The Frick hit him and he fell on the hard street.

His head hit the tar and his body went limp.