Okay, this is the saddest thing I have read in ever and I don't mean sad as in the quality of the writing, I mean sad as in it made me feel horrible after it was done. The first story ends on a relatively good note, even though things are still bad in Manhattan. However, it takes a fucking 180 in the second story where everyone gets shat on in the end. Robbie is still lobotomized, Felicia doesn't want to see Peter again, Peter is slowly losing the people he cares about and Doc Ock was rejected by the Nazi's for his birth defect (His legs were small so he was left a cripple) although the latter he deserved entirely.
Jesus, I hope they make a third book, this was just devastating.