“Any day now” was a consistent joke at the Bugle.
Peter Parker, the longtime freelance photographer for the newspaper, had the hallmark signs of a future supervillain. He’s intelligent, a loner, has a tragic backstory, and anger issues that could rival the Hulk.
Not really, though. Comparing his anger to the Hulk is more of an exaggeration, and he’s not so much of an antisocial loner in a villainous way like Dr. Doom. That’s what made it fun to joke about it. It’s what made it safe.
But looking at him now, body tensed completely, eyes blazing and focusing on nothing, the hands wrapped around the arms of the chair squeezing so tightly they seemed to be denting the metal (and that awful creaking noise wasn’t helping everyone’s suspicions), “any day now” didn’t seem like a joke.
It seemed more like a reality.
