The Aunt May scene when she was finding stuff for the garage sell with Henry made me cry.
AM: Okay. You take Spider-Man's pictures, right?
P: I used to.
AM: Where is he?
P:...
AM: Henry and I agree. We don't see his picture in the paper anymore.
P: He...quit.
AM: Why?
P: Wanted to try other things.
AM: He'll be back, right?
P: I don't know.
AM: You'll never guess who he wants to be. (nodding at Henry)
P:...
AM: Spider-Man.
P: Why?
AM: He knows a hero when he sees one. Too few characters out there, flying around like that...saving old girls like me. And Lord knows, kids like Henry need a hero. Courageous, self-sacrificing people...setting examples for all of us.
Everybody loves a hero. People line up for them. Cheer them. Scream their names. And years later, they'll tell how they stood in the rain for hours...just to get a glimpse of the one...who taught them to hold on a second longer.
I believe there's a hero in all of us...that keeps us honest...gives us strength...makes us noble...and finally allows us to die with pride. Even though sometimes we have to be steady...and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams. Spider-Man did that for Henry...and he wonders where he's gone. He needs him.
Do you think you could lift that desk and put it into the garage for me?
But don't strain yourself.
P: Okay.
Do y'all think Aunt May knows?