The transmigration didn’t just change his body, it fundamentally altered the physics of the Spider-Man he knew.
Sitting cross-legged on the roof of an abandoned concrete factory in industrial Queens, he stared at his own hands.
He had the memories of Peter Parker but the soul inside was his.
The metaphysical merge of the two souls had caused a massive unexpected mutation in how his powers manifested.
He wasn’t just Spider-Man, he was something stronger.
The soul merge amplification increase not only his brains but his strengths too.
In general the comics or movies, Peter Parker could lift around 10 tons with maximum 50 tons under adrenaline and desperation.
He struggled with holding up landing bridges and got winded catching runaway train cars.
He found his limit one night at a secluded shipping yard that his baseline is much higher.
A standard fully loaded 40-foot shipping container according to shipping specs, it weighed roughly 30 tons.
He slipped his fingers under the steel ridges, braced his core and lifted with the expectation of a grueling vein-popping struggle.
Instead, the massive steel box left the ground smoothly.
His knees didn’t buckle and his muscles didn’t burned from the weight.
He managed to clean-press a compacted block of dense industrial steel with the estimated weight of 45 tons.
Th merging of two distinct souls into one physical vessel not only doubled the spiritual and biological capacity of the spider-mutation but slightly increase his limits.
He was operating at nearly four times the strength of an early-career comic Peter Parker with his limits not yet fully discovered.
Peter also tested for organic webs many time by pressed his middle and ring fingers hard into his palms while praying for a biological wrist spit like Tobey Maguire’s version but nothing.
With his wrist skin remain unchanged, he has determine that he didn’t have organic webbing.
So If he wanted to swing around, he has to engineer it from scratch.
This meant capital, chemical and knowledge to build a mechanical web-shooters, all while hiding his activities from Aunt May and Uncle Ben.
The ultimate gift he had is his perfect Spider-Sense.
Although his physical strength was amplified, the greatest anomaly of the merge was his Spider-Sense.
In the all media in his past life, Spider-man’s spider sense was a chaotic, a loud buzz in his head that warn of danger and that it took him a lot of time to learn how to master where the danger come from.
For him the Spider-Sense wasn’t a panic buzz, It was a high definition sensor.
The sensation felt like cool crisp water flowing over the back of his brain.
It didn’t just scream ‘danger!’ but also gave the exact trajectory of the attacks.
He has tested his spider-sense by training to avoid attacks from a heavy industrial rivet gun that he modified to fire randomly.
Peter’s Spider-Sense could map the room in three dimensions and detect the attacks three seconds before it fired.
He didn’t just dodge, with his abilities Peter just need to casually tilted his head by two inches to avoid any attacks.
It was clean, efficient and took zero mental effort to interpret.
Peter took nearly forty-eight hours to fully train this skill.
The only other problem that he encounter is that his wall-crawling bio-static is incredibly strong.
If he is not careful when control his ability, his combined strength and wall sticking ability will pulverized the brick wall he is sticking to into powder..
After spending the weekend practicing ‘feather touch’ scaling on the glass windows of Midtown High at night.
He learn to consciously suppress 99% of his wall sticking ability to strictly stick with his bio static force field rather than his muscle strength.
With all his current abilities Peter is able to become a stealthy ghost at night, durability of a tank, flawless precognitive spider-sense and amazing agility but utterly grounded until he could salvage enough electronic waste to build his web-shooters.
Another benefit of the soul merge is that Peter is able to move his body as smoothly with a single thought.
He does not need to take classes to learn martial arts or skills since he can easily replicate and improvise the skills by reading books or watching videos.
The original Spider-man’s fighting style was mostly improvisational brawling which he develop based on his own Spider-Man’s combat doctrine which he build from scratch.
So Peter decide to blend four distinct style to perfectly exploit his superhuman flexibility, strength and agility.
First, the foundation he used is gymnastics since spider-physiology allowed him to pull off maneuvers that would snap a normal human’s spine.
He practiced hyper-extended back bends, continuous layouts, and triple-twisting flips.
With his perfect aerial awareness, he is able to easily shift his center of gravity mid-air without needing a surface to kick off from.
Second is parkour which is not to fight but to move.
He studied the philosophy of momentum retention.
He practiced vaulting over air conditioning units, wall running across brick wall and precision jumping across alleyways.
This allowed him to master his environment and make the city environment his weapon.
He learned to turn a concrete wall or a streetlamp into a springboard to generate massive kinetic energy similar to the Spider-man game.
Third, he used the rhythm of Capoeira to weaponize his movement.
Peter downloaded underground Afro-Brazilian martial arts videos where he practiced the Ginga the fundamental rocking step by modifying it to sync with his Spider-Sense.
He also learned to fluidly transition from a handstand into a devastating Meia Lua de Compasso (heel kick) which help improve his unpredictability.
By keeping his body low to the ground and constantly moving in rhythmic arcs, enemies could no longer predict his striking angles.
Finally he used Jiujitsu in a way to help neutralize larger, enhanced threats without relying solely on brute force.
He studied traditional and Brazilian Jiujitsu, focusing heavily on joint locks, chokeholds and momentum redirection.
Because of his extreme flexibility, he could apply submissions from impossible angles like wrapping his legs around a thug’s neck while technically sticking to the ceiling.
This skill will also help him dismantle opponents twice his size using their own weight against them.
His new ‘Spider-Style’ martial arts made him a lethal ghost in close quarters but he lacked reach.
He lacked crowd control.
He needed his definitive trademark tool which is the the web shooters.
Unlike the original Peter Parker, this transmigrated soul didn’t use Mid-Town High’s fully funded chemistry lab or Oscorp’s discarded polymers.
He was broke, operating out of a cramped bedroom with a budget of zero dollars.
He had to become a phantom of the landfills.
For two weeks, Peter spent his nights scavenging.
He raided the dumpsters behind electronics repair shops, picked through junked cars in the auto-yards of Willets Point and pocketed discarded medical supplies from clinic waste bins.
On his dented desk, the haul looked like garbage to anyone else but to Peter it was a weapon blueprint.
Pressure vessels: Empty, steel whipped-cream chargers (N₂O canisters) collected from bakery trash bags.
Valves: Micro-nozzles salvaged from broken, high-end perfume bottles and industrial sprayers.
Actuators: Thin, spring-steel strips extracted from old windshield wipers.
Power source: Lithium-ion cells harvested from bloated, discarded vape pens.
The real nightmare wasn’t the hardware, it was the chemistry.
Peter remembered the general concept of the web fluid which is a liquid polymer that solidified upon contact with air but the exact molecular formula was a mystery.
Using a stolen hot plate and a collection of glass jars, he turned his room into a toxic kitchen.
He synthesized a crude nylon-6 variant using commercial dicarboxylic acid and diamine solvents he swiped from an abandoned dry cleaner.
The first dozen of trials were disasters.
3rd Trial, the fluid dried instantly inside the nozzle, exploding the canister and showering his ceiling in unmovable gray foam.
9th Trial, the fluid remained a sticky, gooey soup that failed to harden, smelling strongly of burnt rubber.
By the 14th Trial, he successfully introduced a volatile catalyst—acetone mixed with a specific industrial adhesive.
When exposed to high pressure, it stayed liquid.
When sheared through a tiny nozzle into the atmosphere, the solvent evaporated instantly, leaving behind a hyper-tensile chain of cross-linked polymers.
He tested it by shooting a strand at his wardrobe.
He pulled.
The wood groaned but the thread held.
It was crude, thick and smelled faintly of chemical exhaust but it worked.
With the fluid stabilized, Peter built the delivery system.
He used a hacksaw and a handheld drill to modify the steel whipped-cream canisters, threading them to fit the perfume micro-nozzles.
He soldered the windshield wiper springs to a copper contact plate, creating a palm-trigger.
He calibrated the trigger pressure perfectly.
It required a distinct, high-pressure double tap from his middle and ring fingers to fire.
A normal fist or a handshake wouldn’t trigger it.
He strapped the bulky heavy contraptions to his wrists using thick duct tape and old Velcro watch bands.
The first generation Web Shooters were born.
They were ugly and hissed loudly whenever they fired.
The web shooters could only hold two shots per wrist before needing a manual canister swap but they gave him range.
After building his first webshooters, Peter began busting low level street crimes which gradually help him scraps for better parts.
He is not uptight as the original Peter Parker because every victory against a thug or a corrupt corporate warehouse yielded better components.
He used some of the loots and money taken from them to systematically upgrade and finance his equipment.
Scraping his first generation web shooters that used valves from pneumatic nail guns away.
Second generation web shooters were developed that used higher pressure system by added rotary nozzle from laser printers.
The original range of the first generation web shooters was range was pitiful, barely fifteen feet before the stream dropped.
Peter hunted down a construction site dumpster and salvaged a broken pneumatic nail gun.
He ripped out its high pressure valves.
The second generation, web fluid could now be stored under triple the pressure which extended the range to fifty feet, allowing him to officially swing between low-rise buildings.
The third generation webshooters received serious nozzle overhaul but the standard lines shoot from were easy to dodge.
Peter needed versatility so he stripped the precision stepper motors and optical sensors from a discarded office laser printer.
He rebuilt the nozzle into a dynamic, rotary aperture controlled by a tiny, programmed microcontroller.
By slightly shifting his finger pressure, he could change the nozzle shape mid fire.
A hard tap shot a high velocity web lining to pull objects.
A wide tap spread the fluid into a dispersion net to pin down multiple enemies at once.
After a brush with a group of car thieves using high-voltage cattle prods, Peter realized his webs were purely mechanical so he developed the current conductive mix fourth generation web shooters.
He integrated copper wiring from broken microwaves into his wrist straps and mixed powdered graphite into the web fluids which made the web became electrically conductive.
He could now shoot a line into a live breaker box and swing the electrified web into a group of armored thugs, shocking them instantly.
Standing on a rooftop overlooking Manhattan, Peter looked at his wrist.
The duct tape was gone, replaced by sleek black housing made from melted down dashboard plastic which is form fitted to his gauntlets.
The canisters were machined perfectly from scrap aluminum.They weren’t Stark tech.
They weren’t Oscorp tech.
They were pure, gritty New York survival Spider-man kit.
The rain in Queens was unrelenting, turning the familiar neon lit streets into a mess.
Standing atop a brick apartment ledge, Peter Parker adjusted his makeshift costume.
Long before he could ever dream of a sleek red and blue suit, there was only the Grey Ghost.
His initial crime-fighting outfit was born entirely out of utility, comfort and a grand total of zero budget.
He wore a dark grey oversized hoodie to hide his frame, black cargo pants and a thick woolen ski mask he’d bought for two dollars.
Instead of looking like a legendary superhero, he looked like a burglar in the middle of a brutal winter storm.
Because his web shooters hissed and leaked a bit of chemical residue, he wrapped his wrists in thick dirty-white athletic tape.
To him it was practical.
To the NYPD, he looked like a sleep deprived bank robber.
The misunderstanding peaked on a freezing Tuesday night in Manhattan.
Down below, the neon sign of Delmar’s 24-Hour Bodega flickered.
Through the glass window, Peter saw two burly men pointing shotguns at Mr.
Delmar.
“Perfect.
Action” Peter leapt from the ledge.
Peter spotted a convenience store owner being held at gunpoint by two thugs.
Peter swung down with his 3rd generation web shooters from the rooftop and landed right outside the convenience store doors.
His oversized hoodie billowing slightly in the wind.
He pushed the doors open.
The little bell above the door chimed cheerfully, completely ruining any chance of a dramatic entrance.
“Alright, gentlemen” Peter said, making his voice sound deep and menacing.
“Drop the weapons”.
The two robbers spun around.
When they saw a figure clad entirely in a baggy grey hoodie, baggy cargo pants and a sketchy ski mask stepping out of the dark, their eyes went wide.
“Oh crap, it’s a rival crew!” the first robber yelled, his knees visibly shaking.
“Don’t shoot!
Take the cash!” the second one panicked.
He immediately threw his shotgun to the floor and slammed a duffel bag full of money onto the counter, pushing it toward Peter.
“We don’t want a turf war, man!
Take it!
Take it all!”Peter blinked under his two-dollar ski mask as he thought to himself ‘Wait, do they think I’m robbing them too?’.
Before Peter could clarify, the first robber shoved the terrified shop owner forward.
“Here, take the hostage!
Just don’t blast us!”.
The two thieves scrambled out the back door, tripping over each other in sheer terror and attempted to flee.
But before they leave, Peter fired his web shooter and net both of them against the wall.
Peter sighed, dropping the deep voice.
“Well, that was easy”.
He stepped forward, his boots clopping loudly on the floor.
He reached out a hand toward the shop owner.
“Are you okay, sir?
I’m here to….”.
“Stay back, you thug!” Mr.
Delmar shrieked, backing away into a display of potato chips.
He grabbed a broom, wielding it like a samurai sword.
“I don’t care what gang you’re with!
You won’t take my hard earned money!”.
Peter froze.
He looked down at his dark grey hoodie and baggy cargo pants.
Then he looked at the duffel bag of stolen cash sitting on the counter right in front of him.
In this outfit, he really did just look like an incredibly suspicious mugger.
“Oh.
Oh, no.
Sir, you have it wrong” Peter said, holding his hands up defensively.
“I’m the good guy.
I just caught them”.
“Bullshit!” Mr.
Delmar yelled, swinging the broom.
It connected squarely with Peter’s chest.
Because of his spider strength, the broom handle snapped cleanly in half.
The shop owner stared at the broken stick, his face turning pale.
“I, I…
I am sorry!
Don’t hurt me!”.
Peter sighed deeply before taking a step closer to the counter to put the money back.
“Look, I’m putting the bag down.
See?
Safe and sound”.
Peter reached for the duffel bag and left it on the counter.
Peter said reassuringly “See no problem”.
“Aha!
Looting!” Mr.
Delmar screamed.
He reached under the counter and pulled out a shotgun.
“Taste lead, hoodie-man!”.
“Wait, no, don’t….!” Peter shouted as he dodged the buckshot via his Spider-Sense and leaped out the convenience store’s door.
The shop owner didn’t hesitate.
He hopped over the counter with surprising agility for his age, threw a heavy-duty bike lock around the front door handles and locked Peter outside.
Mr.
Delmar cackled through the door “The police are on their way!”.
Peter groaned, looked at the locked front door and finally down at his clothing.
“Next time” Peter muttered to himself.
“I’m making a proper mask.”.
Three police cruisers screeched to a halt nearby.
The sirens wailed and over the megaphone, a voice boomed “Suspect is a male in a dark hoodie and ski mask, armed with unknown chemical spray cords!
Shoot to kill!”.
Web slinging away, Peter realized his mistake.
If he wanted to save people, they needed to see a hero not a threat.
He needed a better costume.
Back in his apartment, Peter laid out his new materials.
Since he couldn’t afford custom spandex, he targeted industrial and sporting goods that throw away their surpluses clothing fabrics.
He salvaged basic cloth from a dumpster behind an athletics store going out of business.
He use the red fabric from a torn heavyweight red motorcycle racing jacket.
The lenses, he smashed a pair of dark green plastic motorcycle goggles.
He lined the inside with white perforated vinyl wrap harvested from an old bus advertisement.
Peter use a tactical utility belts heavily inspired by riot police (and his favorite comic book billionaire, Batman).
He constructed the belt using a heavy duty quick release nylon strap from a discarded car seatbelt.
He attached several specialized pouches, custom-built from melted dashboard plastic and old flashlight holsters.
Six compressed fluid cartridges are housed in the belt made of aluminum canisters with his home-brewed web fluid, arranged horizontally along the lower back for optimal weight distribution during aerial flips.
“Spider-Tracer” Darts are made by Peter from salvaged tiny vibrating Bluetooth tile trackers from a lost and found bin at a local library.
He encased them in aerodynamic, weighted scrap lead casings shaped like small spiders which he could flick these with perfect accuracy onto a fleeing suspect’s vehicle.
The tracker synced directly to a modified, cracked smartphone strapped to his forearm inside his gauntlet.
He also developed flash bangs made of high-Intensity flash strips using magnesium ribbons stripped from old emergency roadside flares.
Peter created small impact activated flash bangs housed in empty pill bottles.
If surrounded by heavily armed mercenaries, he could drop one blinding the room while his Spider-Sense allowed him to navigate and dismantle the threat in total darkness.
Belt Buckle flash light made from dismantled a broken LED pocket projector.
He wired it to a miniature lithium battery and a custom-cut plastic stencil of his new spider emblem.
He flash a bright light for sight if needed.
The day had finally come.
As the Grey Ghost was officially dead and Spider-Man was born.
Peter by coincidence stood on the exact same brick apartment ledge overlooking Queens.
It took countless hours of tedious stitching and a serious amount of trial and error with a hot glue gun but he finally had it, Spider-man’s iconic red-and-blue suit.
It was snug, comfortable and flexible which perfectly allow him to use abilities properly.
A familiar frantic buzzing vibrated at the base of his skull.
Peter looked down.
His jaw dropped.
“You have got to be kidding me” Peter muttered.
Down below, the neon sign of Delmar’s 24-Hour Bodega flickered in the evening air.
Through the glass window, a completely different crew of three guys in hockey masks were waving pistols at a deeply exasperated Mr.
Delmar.
“Round two” Peter grinned, pulling his mask down.
“Time for a proper debut” Peter leapt from the ledge.
This time with a satisfying THWIP, a freshly synthesized line of web fluid shot from his wrist and snagging a flagpole.
He swung gracefully through the night air, executing a flawless cinematic flip and landed silently right outside the bodega doors.
He pushed the doors open.
The little bell chimed.
“Alright, boys” Peter announced, confidently placing his hands on his hips.
“The bodega is closed for business.
Drop the guns”.
The three robbers spun around, staring at the bright red and blue figure standing under the fluorescent lights.
“What the heck are you supposed to be?” the leader masked in a goalie gear laughed.
“A circus performer?
Get out of here before we shoot you”.
“Circus performer?
Ouch!
But I guess everyone’s a critic” Peter quipped.
The second robber aimed his pistol and fired.
Peter’s Spider-Sense screamed.
He casually leaned his head to the left, letting the bullet whiz past and shatter a jar of pickled eggs.
In a flash, Peter lunged forward.
THWIP!
THWIP!
Two web lines attached to the guns, ripping them out of the robbers’ hands and pinning them to the ceiling.
Before the thieves could even process what had happened, Peter flipped over their heads.
Peter grab the third robber by his jacket and webbed all three of them together in a giant sticky white cocoon against the ice cream freezer.
“And that” Peter said, dusting off his hands “is how a professional does it”.
He turned to the counter, beaming under his mask.
“Are you alright, Mr.
Delmar?”.
Mr.
Delmar slowly lowered himself from behind the counter.
He looked at the three webbed-up criminals then looked at Peter’s Spider-man suit.
His eyes narrowed in deep, painful recognition.
“Wait a minute…” Mr.
Delmar pointed a trembling finger at Peter.
“The voice.
You’re that hoodie robber!”.
“I am not a robber!” Peter said softly feeling exasperated.
“And I’m wearing a totally different outfit!
Look at the stitching!
Look at the vibrant colors!”.
“You just changed your clothes to throw off the cops!” Mr.
Delmar yelled, reaching under the counter.
“I knew you’d come back for more loot!
Where is my shotgun?!”.
“No, no, no!
Don’t worry!
I am leaving” Peter sighed in desperation as he step out of the front entrance.
Flashing red and blue lights painted the storefront windows as the police car arrive in front of the shop.
Officer Higgins, a burly NYPD veteran with a massive mustache and a half-eaten jelly donut in his hand, marched towards the store with his partner.
“Freeze!
NYPD!” Higgins bellowed.
Higgin stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the three men webbed to the ice cream freezer in the shop and then at Peter who was frozen in a defensive half-squatting spider-pose.
“Officer!
Thank goodness!” Mr.
Delmar shouted from behind the counter.
“Arrest him!
He’s the Hoodie Marauder!
He’s back!”.
Officer Higgins slowly lowered his weapon, squinting at Peter.
“Delmar, the guy looks like a guy in spider pajama suit”.
Peter corrected, raising a finger.
“Officer, I just saved the day.
Look at the bad guys!
They’re neatly packaged for your convenience”.
Higgins walked over to the freezer, poking the sticky webbing with his nightstick.
It stretched and snapped back like giant bubblegum.
He looked back at Peter.
“What is this stuff?
You shooting giant spiderwebs out of your wrists?”.
“Exactly!
I’m Spider-Man!” Peter said proudly.
Higgins stared at him for a long agonizingly silent five seconds.
He took a bite of his donut, chewed slowly and shook his head.
“Right.
And I’m the Tooth Fairy.
Listen, ‘Spider-Man’ I don’t care if you’re doing a prank for the internet or if you’re a mutant masquerading as a bug.
Delmar here says you’re a public nuisance”.
“I am a law-abiding vigilante!” Peter insisted.
“Vigilantism is illegal in New York, son.
Plus, clothing is visually assaulting!
Look at your crotch!” Higgins said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back”.
“Can I at least get a thank you note for stopping the robbery?” Peter asked, backing away.
“You can get a nice warm cell and a psychological evaluation” Higgins replied, taking a step forward.
“Yeah…
I think I’m going to pass on that.
I am going home for dinner” Peter said.
He shot a web line straight to the ceiling, pulled himself up and crawled backward along the ceiling tiles like a lizard.
Officer Higgins and his partner stared up, their jaws dropping so low they almost hit the floor.
Higgins dropped his donut.
“What the…
he’s on the ceiling!
He’s actually a bug!” the partner yelled.
“I’m an arachnid!” Peter called down, dropping a web line down to snare the duffel bag of stolen cash and gently placing it back on Mr.
Delmar’s counter.
“See?
No looting!
Have a great night, Mr.
Delmar!
Keep the change!”.
With a cheerful salute, Peter swung away into the Queens night sky, finally looking like a hero even if the NYPD and the local bodega owner still thought he was a complete lunatic.
The next morning, the front page of the Daily Bugles featured a horribly blurry photo of Spider-man crawling along the bodega wall.
The headline screamed: “SPIDER-MONSTER OR SPANDEX MENACE?
NYPD LAUNCHES MANHUNT”.
At the local precinct, Officer Higgins was facing a room full of skeptical cops pointing a crude sketch of Spider-man.
“Listen up” Higgins barked, his voice echoing off the cinderblock walls.
“The Captain wants this guy brought in.
He foiled a robbery, sure!
But we don’t do vigilantes in Queens.
If you see him, you bring him in for questioning”.
Meanwhile, Peter was perched on the edge of a water tower a few blocks away, casually munching on a half-eaten bagel while listening to the police scanner he’d rigged into his suit.
“All units, we have a sighting of the web-slinging suspect near 21st and Broadway.
Approach with caution.”
Peter sighed, pulling his mask down over his mouth.
“Come on, guys.
I literally gave the money back!
When will Spider-man catch a break in this universe”.
He dropped from the water tower and began swinging down the boulevard, enjoying the wind crisp against his new suit.
Within seconds, a siren wailed below.
Officer Higgins’ patrol car screeched around the corner, lights flashing frantically.
Higgins leaned halfway out the passenger window with a megaphone.
“Pull over, Spider-Man!
Drop to the sidewalk and put your hands on your head!”.
Peter slowed his swing, drifting alongside the moving police car at a comfortable twenty feet in the air.
“Officer Higgins!
Good to see you!
How was the donut this morning?
Look, I’d love to pull over but I don’t actually have wheels.
Or a license.
So bye bye!”.
“This isn’t a joke!” Higgins yelled through the megaphone, his mustache twitching with rage.
“You’re operating as an illegal vigilante!
The precinct wants to talk to you!
Just come down and fill out the paperwork!”.
“Paperwork?
Oof, sorry, I have a strict allergy to paper” Peter quipped, shooting a web to a brick chimney and accelerating ahead of the car.
“He’s fleeing the scene!” Higgins shouted to his partner, who stomped on the gas.
The chase led into a tight alleyway.
The patrol car slammed to a halt at the entrance, completely blocking it off.
Higgins scrambled out, drawing his handcuffs.
“Gotcha cornered now, web-head!”.
Peter stood at the dead end of the alley, facing the cops.
He looked to his left, then to his right and then looked straight up at the three story brick wall behind him.
“You know, Higgins!
You’re a good cop but you forgot something!” Peter said.
Before Higgins could take another step, Peter leapt straight up, planted his boots against the vertical brick wall and began casually walking up the side of the building like it was a regular sidewalk.
Higgins stopped, staring up in utter disbelief.
He dropped the megaphone.
“Hey!
Stop right there!
Walking up walls is a violation of…
of something!
Come back down here!”.
“Tell the Captain I say hi!” Peter called back, leaning over the roof ledge and waving cheerfully.
“And tell Mr.
Delmar I am not a robber!
I am just a normal hero trying to help a person in need”.
With a flashy salute, Peter flipped backward off the roof and vanished into the Queens skyline.
Higgins stood in the alley, staring at the empty sky, slowly reaching into his pocket to pull out a stress relief donut.
“I’m getting too old for this shit!” the officer muttered.