It's not all peaches and cream

You might think that being a world-famous costumed crime-buster with the proportionate strength of a spider means my life would be hunky-dory. That everything would be just swell.

Turns out--it's not all peaches and cream.

My recent spate of globetrotting to other countries, times, and dimensions has taken its toll back home.

I was so late on my rent that I lost my digs--there was even an eviction notice on my office door when I arrived home.

Then my Aunt May's health took a nosedive and she moved in with Mrs. Watson.

And then Mary Jane and I called it quits. The less said about that the better.

Aunt May has been giving me grief about using guns when I'm Spider-Man.

But honestly--what am I supposed to do here? These goons are all armed to the teeth, and I'm outnumbered.

Yeah, yeah--"with great power there must also come great responsibility."

Every Spider-Man across the Multiverse seemed to have that bit of wisdom drummed into their head, including that cartoon pig.

So, 1939 hasn't exactly been a banner year thus far.