Atlas Gym, Sunday

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Father's Day had never been Flash's favorite day of the year. Most years, it was because it reminded him of how his dad was a drunken, abusive asshole. This year, though, it was because he had reconciled a little with his dad not that long ago. On his dad's deathbed.

... While people were turning into giant spiders all across New York. He was living a crazy life these days.

Now on top of all those feelings of anger and failure, now he had regret and sadness that things couldn't have been different. That was why Flash was working the punching bag all day today unless somebody needed him.