They finally did it. Kicked them to the curb. The "capes and tights" crowd -- there's no place for them in the Big Apple anymore. Peter Parker? He can't even remember what it was like to don the red and blue and swing through the night sky. Doesn't want to, anyway. After all, there's nothing left to fight for, is there? That is until an old "friend" appears on Peter's doorstep, bearing a package and a message -- and everything changes. If it's not Peter's responsibility, then whose is it?