I rock back on my heels. “Spider-Man’s Law.” “What?” “You know what I’m talking about. With great power …” I trail off, waiting for him to finish the line. Jacob mumbles in reply. “… mums ray resons …” “What was that?” I press. He scuffs his shoe along the floor. “… comes great responsibility.” “Exactly.” Jacob shifts, sighs. “I can’t believe you Spider-Man’ed me,” he grumbles as I reach for the film. Jacob covers his eyes, as if he can’t look. Unfortunately, I have to. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, I think as I pluck Catacombs data card from its slot in the foam and slip it into
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