Marvel's Spider-Man (PS4)

[Peter wakes up and picks up his phone from the bedside table.]

Police Dispatch: All units, level four mobilisation. Location--Fisk Tower.

Peter: Fisk?

Police Dispatch: SWAT is 10-84 at Fisk Tower. All units standby, warrant is en route.

Clearing the Way


''[Spidey puts on a mask and jumps out the window. He calls Yuri Watanabe on the way.]''



 Yuri Watanabe: Captain Watanabe.



 Spider-Man: Did you take him?



 Yuri Watanabe: No. We’re at Fisk Tower, but still waiting on the warrant.



 Spider-Man: Mind if I join in on the fun?



 Yuri Watanabe: You know how his lawyers are… this one needs to go by the book.



 Spider-Man: C’mon Yuri, I’ve been waiting eight years for this.



 Yuri Watanabe: You really want to help? Head to Times Square, sounds like his guys are trying to keep my backup from reaching the scene...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You got it - almost there!

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey got another call.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hello?

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<font face="Lato"> Boss: Parker? Where are you? We must run through the demonstration at least once before the grant committee arrives.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uhh, yes. Sorry. Yes. Dealing with a... personal issue. I’ll be in soon. Promise. (hangs up) Eesh, better wrap this up quick, then get to my *real* job. (sees a lot of police cars) Looks like Yuri called in the cavalry.

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey follows the police cars and arrives at the scene of the shootout.]

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: We need more backup!

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer 2: 10-32. Times Square. Officers under fire!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Bring in the hammer.

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: *MOVE!*

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Get him!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Morning guys! Who’s ready for their hot fresh cup of bodily harm?

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: I’m in an ass-kickin’ mood.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: You’ll regret that.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Teach him a lesson.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: You’re mine!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This doesn’t look good.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Somebody just shoot him!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: We can’t let him beat us!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Take him out.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: You want some?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Spider-Man, what’s your status?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Almost done here. You?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: We’re about to go in.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Be there soon. Can’t wait to see Willie’s face when you slap the cuffs on him. Okay, Yuri, all done. What’s happen-- (sees an explosion) Yuri?! I knew Fisk wouldn’t go quietly.

<font face="Lato">The Main Event
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[Spidey swings to the Fisk Tower.]

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Get more backup! And lock down the airspace.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yuri, you okay?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: If he makes it out of the building we’re gonna lose him.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m gonna go, uh...

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Do your thing.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yes! Today’s the day, Willie.

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey jumps to the building and fight with Fisk’s thugs.]

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Take him out!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: C’mon, c’mon-- keep shooting!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Heads up! Hey, where you going? Catch! I’ll clear a path, follow me!

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Get outta here, Spider-Man, we got this!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Quit lettin’ him get airborne!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sorry to break it to you, but you do NOT got this, buddy.

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: What’s Spider-Man doing here-- he’s gonna mess everything up!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Thanks for the confidence boost, guys!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Start praying.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Get ‘im!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I guess this is what they call a hostile workplace.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Enough already!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Come on, he’s one guy!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: He got Davey!

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey defeats all the thugs, but soon the new ones appear on the upper floors and start shooting at the policemen.]

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Down, down, down!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotta take those shooters out.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: You shouldn’tve messed with the Kingpin.

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<font face="Lato"> [SWAT are trying to take the elevator.]

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: C’mon, c’mon! They shut the elevators down! Take the stairs!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I prefer a more direct approach.

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<font face="Lato"> [He opens elevator shaft and crawl up.]

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe (on the phone): Spider-Man, status?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Heading to the upper floors-- and hoping nobody turns on the elevators...

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Our choppers are taking fire, looks like Fisk has armed men on every floor.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: He’s desperate...

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: ...and he’s hitting us with everything he’s got.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I have to find him and end this.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Not yet. We just picked up chatter – they’re wiping all their data servers. We need that evidence if we want to put him away for good.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, server room it is. Call from May. Better answer. Uh… hi Aunt May.

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: What is all that noise?!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Watching a Super Hero movie. What’s up?

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: I just wanted make sure we were still on for dinner tomorrow night.

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Hostiles, next floor up!

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Okay, love you.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Love you too.

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<font face="Lato"> [He gets to the upper floor.]

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Get ready for some pain.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Get out of the way!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Box him in!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Hold him, so he can’t jump around!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: How exactly do you think this ends well for you?

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Get ‘im.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Bring him down already!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: On to the next one. Regret your life choices yet?

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Knock him out!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotta find that server room before there’s no evidence left. If I go in this way they’ll destroy all the evidence. I should look for a sneaky way in. There we go. (jumps into ventilation shaft) It’s like my own private entrance. Fisk may be a dirty criminal, but he has remarkably clean air vents.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Hurry up! The boss wants everything erased!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: I can’t make it delete any faster.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: They’re so cute when they’re oblivious.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: How’s it coming?

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Halfway there. Just need another minute or two.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: You think the cops know where we are?

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Don’t worry about out there. Worry about in here.

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey jumps into server room filled with thugs.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Is this tech support? I forgot my password.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Spider-Man!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Don’t let him near the console!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Rush ‘im!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Hold him back!

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<font face="Lato"> Automated Voice: Warning. Full deletion imminent.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Stall him! The system’s still purging!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: And I thought the IT guys at my last job were rude.

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<font face="Lato"> [After defeating all the thugs Spidey runs up to the computer.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotta access that console before everything’s gone. Let’s see just how good their security is. Oh you guys forgot the latest kernel patch, tsk-tsk…

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<font face="Lato"> [Wilson Fisk’s face appears on a huge screen.]

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Hiding in the server room? Cowardly… even for you.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Says the guy frantically erasing his search history.

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: After all these years, you’re still just an ignorant child...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: True, but that’s part of my charm, isn’t it?

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Damn you. Get that door down, now!

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<font face="Lato"> [A lot of bandits rush into the room.]

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Get past him! Destroy everything! Look around you! I did this! What have you ever done that mattered?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Well, there was that time I took down a pompous, overstuffed crime lord before breakfast.

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Without me, the scum I kept in check will run rampant. And it’ll be your fault.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Been a long, tough road, Fisk. Almost sad to see it end.

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Mere prelude.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Well, get ready for the main event.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Enough talking!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: (by the phone) Yuri, an explosion just --

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Fisk could have the whole place wired. I’m sending in a bomb unit.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’ll make sure no one gets in their way.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Don’t let him get you airborne!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Not a chance in hell, buddy.

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<font face="Lato"> [SWAT break into the floor.]

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: It’s clear, move up!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey guys! I guess bombs are part of Willie’s getaway plan.

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<font face="Lato"> Woman: AAHH! Help!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sounds like they’re trapped...

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<font face="Lato"> Bomb Squad Officer: You go after them, we’ll look for the bombs.

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<font face="Lato"> Man: HELP! SOMEBODY!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Everyone clear out! Evacuate the building!

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<font face="Lato"> Woman: I heard more people back that way! Spider-Man! We can’t move, we’re pinned down!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’ll lift it. When you’re free, get out, fast. If you can walk, help the injured. Got it?

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey lifts the support beam.]

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<font face="Lato"> Woman: Y-yes.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Go, go, go!

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<font face="Lato"> Woman: Thank you! He did it! Let’s go!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay Willie, comin’ your way.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: (on the phone) Spider-Man, it’s Yuri.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: How we doing, Captain?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Could be better. Our choppers took a beating-- we just had to ground our last one. If Fisk calls in a chopper, we have no one to stop it from landing.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: And no one to chase him if he flies away...

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Why do I get the feeling that’s what he was planning all along?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Because he probably was. Damn. Yuri, get EMTs up here-- fast!

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: We’re trying.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: (sees thug with rocket launcher) Uh-oh-- INCOMING! (kicks his ass) That’s enough out of you… More rockets? Little excess we don’t you think?

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: This is gonna hurt.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: I hate this guy.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What--? Is it national rocket day or something? Gotcha. Man, how’d the bomb squad guys get through this?

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: He’s here!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Get ‘im!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Settle down, I’ve got enough for everybody.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: What are we supposed to do against that?!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Not a chance in hell, buddy.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, room is clear. Bomb squad must be somewhere ahead hope they’re okay.

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<font face="Lato"> [He goes into next room and find the squad.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You guys all right?

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<font face="Lato"> Bomb Squad Officer: We were just about to call for backup.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I think I’m it.

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<font face="Lato"> Bomb Squad Officer: Lead the way, we’ll be right behind you.

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<font face="Lato"> Bomb Squad Officer 2: Heads up, boss…

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<font face="Lato"> ''[They aiming the guns at Spidey. He senses it.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You guys were in bed with Fisk all along? Aww, now I’ll never get that image out of my head!

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<font face="Lato"> Bomb Squad Officer: Get him!

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<font face="Lato"> Bomb Squad Officer: Take him out!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: So your plan didn’t work. On to plan B-- getting kicked in the face.

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<font face="Lato"> Bomb Squad Officer: We can’t let him get into the office!

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<font face="Lato"> Bomb Squad Officer: Just shoot him already!

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<font face="Lato"> [After dealing with the squad Spidey calls Yuri.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: (on the phone) Hey Yuri. Looks like some of your guys were on Fisk’s payroll. Good news is, they were Willie’s last line of defense. I’m right outside his office.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Take him down. Now.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: With pleasure.

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<font face="Lato"> [He goes in and sees Fisk at his table.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Writing your memoirs? Don’t forget the hyphen between “Spider” and “Man.”

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: (using intercom) Get the chopper ready. I won’t be long. (to Spidey) I’m surprised you made it this far. But your foolishness ends now.

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<font face="Lato"> [He enters a special room and closes the thick glass door behind him.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh… you do know I can still see you, right?

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Eight years of this insolence…

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<font face="Lato"> [Two automatic turrets appear in the room.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: For me? You shouldn’t have…

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<font face="Lato"> [Epic fight begins.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotta wait for an opening. It’s reloading. Okay, *now*! Now’s my chance.

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: What are you doing?! (breaking glass door) How is this happening?!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What’s wrong, Willie? You seem angry...

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: I will DESTROY you!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Take your best shot. That gave me an opening.

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: You’re out of your depth, boy!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not this time...

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Tiresome annoyance!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hang in there… it’ll be over soon.

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: You are everything that’s wrong with this city!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Huh. I was gonna say the same to you.

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: You know what to do, men.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Surround him!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Everyone. ENGAGE!

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: You fools! You are trained to fight, so FIGHT!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Bring him to the ground!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: You got this coming.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Spread out!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Time to end this.

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: I don’t want excuses! What do I pay you for?!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Protect the boss!

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: NO! I can handle myself. Imbeciles! You’ll die as uselessly as you lived.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Take your best shot.

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Where are the reinforcements!

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: I don’t know boss...

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Time to end this!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You asked for it.

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<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Start praying.

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<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey defeats Fisk and they fall down. Almost at the very bottom of the first floor, Spidey manages to wrap Fisk in his web.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: So should we kiss now? Maybe later.

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<font face="Lato"> ''[Next scene. Fisk in handcuffs lead to the police van, on the roof of which sits our hero. Journalists and onlookers bustle around.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Finally off to Ryker’s, huh? You know. I think you’ve got more enemies in there than I do.

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: If you think this will be more than a minor inconvenience.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’ve a feeling you’re gonna need it.

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<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Idiot! I’m the one who kept order in this city! One month! In one month you’ll wish you had me back!

<font face="Lato">My OTHER Other Job
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''[Next scene. Spidey sits on a roof.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: The Kingpin is heading to prison. End of an era. Feel like I should celebrate. Maybe take a vacation...

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<font face="Lato"> Boss: (on the phone) Parker, where are you? The committee will be here soon! We need to run an equipment check!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m almost there! Blocks away!

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<font face="Lato"> Boss: Ugh. Guess I’ll just do it myself.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No, don’t, it’s not safe. Gotta love Doc’s enthusiasm, but sometimes it gets him into trouble. Better get there before he hurts himself…

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to his work – the laboratory...]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Sorry I’m late… whoa! (sees Dr. Octavius manipulating prosthetic hand) You started without me!

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: The grant committee’s director will be here soon. It’s fine, Parker. I invented this equipment. I think I can handle it.

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<font face="Lato"> [Something explodes.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: The power dampener. Oh man…! Uh… maybe we should abort?!

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Not yet.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Hold on, Dr. Octavius! Are you okay?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Another setback. But we’re close.

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<font face="Lato"> Committee Director: Is anyone hurt?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: The energy levels exceeded our expectations. From a certain viewpoint, that’s a very positive development. I assure you, in the next phase --

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<font face="Lato"> Committee Director: Is there somewhere else we can discuss this?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Maybe you should take the rest of the day off, Peter. We’ll talk later.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: That was a disaster. How could the dampener have failed? I know Doc said take the day off, but I have to figure out what went wrong…

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<font face="Lato"> [He sees broken prosthetic hand.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Ohh... you are in bad shape, little guy. Let’s see what’s wrong with you... Let’s see if that worked. Good as new.

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<font face="Lato"> [He finds some documents.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Doc’s been testing new materials for the prosthetic. He asked me to review his work if I had time; may as well dig in now.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Alright - I should get out of here before I screw things up for Doc even more.

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<font face="Lato"> [He leaves the laboratory and put on the mask.]

<font face="Lato">Keeping the Peace
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Yuri Watanabe: (on the phone) Spider-Man, it’s Yuri.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Fisk make it to Ryker’s yet?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Not Ryker’s. Our boy qualifies for the VIP treatment… he’s in The Raft.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Ahhh - joining Scorpion, Electro and the rest… Fisk should be honoured - that’s esteemed company.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Can you swing by the precinct? Got an issue that could benefit from your unique skill set.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: For you, Yuri: anything. I’m on my way.

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<font face="Lato"> [On the way...]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hmmm - looks like Jameson’s got a new episode out. Wonder what my number one fan thinks about the Fisk take down...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> “Just the Facts With JJJ” Producer: This is “Just The Facts with J. Jonah Jameson”, where listeners like you discuss the issues affecting our city with Pulitzer Prize winning two-time! Two-time Pulitzer Prize winning former publisher of the Daily Bugle. Hey, plug the book! And as always, if you order Mr. Jameson’s book: “Spider-Man: Threat or Menace.” Within 24 hours of our broadcast you’ll get an autographed copy at no extra charge. No personalisations! Don’t ask, not gonna get it!!

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<font face="Lato"> Jameson: Welcome to “Just the Facts” With J. Jonah Jameson alerting you to the threats you don’t even know about, Let’s dive right into the calls. Speak!

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<font face="Lato"> Caller: Okay, so, not for nothin’, you gotta give Spider-Man respect for taking down Wilson Fisk, right? I mean, one less mob boss is good for everybody.

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<font face="Lato"> Jameson: Is that fight? Tell me, are you a police officer? Prosecutor? Maybe an award-winning reporter with decades on the job, like me?

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<font face="Lato"> Caller: Uh, no. I’m a plumber.

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<font face="Lato"> Jameson: Oho good. Then fix my toilet and SHUT UP! Let me explain something to you about crime bosses. Soon as one goes down, every punk with a gun, a tracksuit, and a drawer full of gold chains decides he’s the next Godfather. We’re gonna have a gang war in the streets. But does that web-headed moron give a damn? Of course not. He got on TV, that’s what counts.

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<font face="Lato"> Caller: Yeah, well. I can get copper pipe without paying kickbacks now. So until that gang war starts, I’m on the web-head’s side.

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<font face="Lato"> Jameson: And you’ll be singing a different tune when three new mobs are lining up to charge you triple for that same pipe… or just break your legs! GOODBYE!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Some day, Jonah.

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<font face="Lato"> [He meet with Yuri on a police station roof.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Now that you quit smoking, what do you tell people when you come up here?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: That I need a break from their crap.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Fair enough. So why’d you call? Need a date to the policeman’s ball?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: You got a black and white suit?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uhh...

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: No ball this year anyway. We spent too much integrating Oscorp’s surveillance tech. It was... until an hour ago. The whole system went down. City wide. Every tower.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: How?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: They tell me someone sabotaged the central server, and now all the towers are offline.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hm, inside job?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Maybe. I’ll figure that out later. Right now we need to get these towers back online. Fast.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: And you called me? Aw, that’s sweet.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I called someone I can trust. Plus the signals are scrambled and we have no idea how to fix it.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Ooh! I love a challenge.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: You break it you buy it.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I thought you trusted me!

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<font face="Lato"> [Yuri leaves.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Let’s take a look at thus tower. Input bands have been shifted. Subtle.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: (on the phone) We just had a tower come back online, was that you?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not just a pretty mask, eh?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Whatever you did, any chance you could do it to the other towers?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sure. But just so you know. I had to sync up with the tower to fix it. I’m seeing all crime data in the area now. Looks like there’s a break-in happening near me.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Great. I’ve got units nearby --

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Don’t bother - I’m on it.

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<font face="Lato"> [He arrives at the place and sees a couple of thugs...]

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Watch my back.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Pretty sure these guys didn’t forget their keys.

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: He’s in the air-- what do we do?!

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Leave us alone!

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: OK, beginning to thunk we’re outmatched here.

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: That’s gonna leave a mark!

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Quit playin’ around!

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Get ready for some pain!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay: wrapped up.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Thanks for that. Now I’m seeing an assault near you.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You’re in luck. Yuri. Your favourite tough but lovable, grizzled, seen-too-much detective is in town.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: What? No, no, no, no, no, you promised you wouldn’t do that any --

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Spider-Cop.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Please no.

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<font face="Lato"> [He arrives at the place and sees a couple of thugs harassing innocent girl...]

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: So, you’re the snitch.

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<font face="Lato"> Gloria: Back off, creep.

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Yep, she’s the one.

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<font face="Lato"> Gloria: I said back off!

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<font face="Lato"> Gloria: Leave me alone!

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Keep it quiet, lady.

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<font face="Lato"> Gloria: Don’t touch me!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Get away from her!

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Aw crap. Spider-Man.

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: OK, beginning to think we’re outmatched here.

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Get out of the way!

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Walk away now or she’s dead!

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<font face="Lato"> Gloria: Let me go!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: All clear. Ma’am.

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<font face="Lato"> Gloria: I knew Jameson was wrong about you. You’re a little weird, but you got a good heart.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Have you got somewhere to go?

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<font face="Lato"> Gloria: I can take care of myself.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m sure you can. But just in case, there’s a place called the F.E.A.S.T. Center. They got the best wheatcakes in the city, hands down.

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<font face="Lato"> Gloria: Mom used to make those. Haven’t had any… in a long time. I’ll check it out. Thanks, Spider-Guy.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: It’s Spider-Man… oh well. Should be able to spot the next tower from up there. From his elevated position, Spider-Cop spies his destination: a second surveillance tower.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Are you… narrating yourself?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What? No. Of course not... The chief never did understand Spider-Cop. Thought he was a loose cannon.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Already regretting this...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Bet I can modify these towers to track more than just crimes... Score!

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey fix the tower.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Towers are picking up all kinds of RFID signals now… including one nearby.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What is that? One of my old backpacks from high school; forgot I attached tracking dots to these. Wonder how many of these are scattered around the city...

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: (on the phone) Still there? Got a robbery a few blocks away.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Spider-Cop’s on it. “Part Man, part Spider. ALL cop.”

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Open the safe.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey fellas.

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Spider-Man! Shoot him!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: More of ‘em? Guys. If you worked this hard at a legit job, you wouldn’t need to be criminals.

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: You’re gonna regret this. Spider-Freak!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Alright Yuri: I’m gonna repair the last Chinatown tower now.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Don’t you mean Spider-Cop’s gonna repair it?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Been doing a little thinking, Yuri. Policing’s a young man’s game, and Spider-Cop... well he’s no spring chicken.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Please be going where I think you’re going.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: As of today. Spider-Cop is officially retired.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Oh thank God. I need a drink.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: We’ll all drink tonight. Yuri, drunk to the memory of Spider-Cop’s tireless... Yuri? Yuri, you there? Guess the emotion of the moment overwhelmed her.

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey fix another tower.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: (looking at his damaged suit) Not good. Can’t have people taking pictures of my three chest hairs. Tools I need for suit repair are at the lab... wonder if Dr. Octavius has left for the day…

<font face="Lato">Something Old, Something New
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[He calls Doctor Octavius.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Doctor! How did it go with the committee? I’m so sorry I screwed things up.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Not at all, Peter. They’re just nervous in the face of imminent triumph! They’ll calm down; they always do.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Should I head back to the lab for cleanup?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: No no. I’m stepping out for dunner anyhow; we’ll resume tomorrow.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Short break, then back to creating the future!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Wish I could bottle and sell that man’s optimism. Sounds like he’s left the lab for the day - good time to work on my suit in private.

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Your vehicle is unregistered, you have no license. Pull over. That’s freakin’ ridic... Just pull over, you nut jobs.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Looks like Doc’s gone for the night. Time to sneak in some spider-work.

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<font face="Lato"> [He starts working on the suit.]

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Parker?

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Dr. Octavius! I - ah... Watcha got there?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Chinese. If I knew you’d be here I would’ve – What are you working on?

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Yh, just a side project.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: (sees Spider-Man suit) Of course. It’s you.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: I-- I don’t know what...

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Oh, come on, Parker, it’s obvious.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Let me explain.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: I only wish you told me sooner.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: I wanted to. But I was afraid that if word got out, my family might be in danger.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Hm, yes. I guess if you design his equipment you’re bound to be a target too.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Yeah… I mean… YEAH.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Don’t worry, your secret’s safe. I’ll leave you to it.

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<font face="Lato"> ''[Next scene. Peter wakes up with stick note on his head.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: “Check your email”… Hope this isn’t how Doc fires me...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Peter reads the email.]

<font face="Lato"> SUBJECT: Just a thought Peter, the revelation of your second job as Spider-Maris suit crafter (is that the right term?) is a reminder of the good man and partner you are. No matter how hard you work, you still find time to help others, I hope you don’t mind but I noticed the suit was a bit damaged and I took the liberty of sketching up some of my own improvements. Attached are a few ideas I had on how you could enhance his suit and help protect Spider-Man, who does so much for this city. Looking forward to the incredible work that we are doing and changing the world together! Your partner and friend, O.

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<font face="Lato"> [After that he see a sketch of new Spider Suit.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: White spider, huh? Hm.

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<font face="Lato"> ''[Next scene. Spidey swings thought the city in his new suit.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: ‘Scuse me, late for work! Comin’ through!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: Looking good, Spidey!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hellooo New York! New suit! Same old me!

<font face="Lato">For She’s A Jolly Good Fellow
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[Spidey’s phone rings.]

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hm. It’s Mr. Li. Hello?

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Peter, it’s Martin Li. I just wanted to let you know we need a little extra time to get set for May’s party-- I guess the cake delivery is stuck in traffic.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh, sure thing. Just let me know when you’re ready and I’ll swing by.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Great. Talk to you soon.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He hung up. He got next call in the middle of fighting.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hi, Mr. Muggins. If this is about the rent --

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<font face="Lato"> Landlord: Mr. Parker. This call serves as your third and final warning. Eviction proceedings-

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Wait! I get paid end of the week, I can --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug: Was that a rat?

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: Come on!

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<font face="Lato"> Landlord: Eviction proceedings will start Friday unless full payment IS received by close of business. Good day.

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: He’s hurt!

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<font face="Lato"> Thug: This was supposed to be an easy pull!

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<font face="Lato"> Woman: Let ‘em have it, Spider-Man!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: (on the phone) Hi, Mister Li.

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Hey Peter, we’re all set for the party, whenever you’re ready.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Cool! I’m on my way.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to F.E.A.S.T.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Mr. Li is probably in the kitchen, getting ready for the party.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He sees some homeless playing chess.]

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<font face="Lato"> Cam: Hey, Peter.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Hey guys, how’s the game going?

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<font face="Lato"> Cam: How’s it look like it’s going? I’m winning.

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<font face="Lato"> Eileen: Get this guy checked for dementia, Pete. I’m crushing him.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Well, the important thing is having fun.

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<font face="Lato"> Eileen: I have a lot of fun whooping his ass.

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<font face="Lato"> Cam: In your dreams, crazy lady. Want a game, Pete? We play for peanuts.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Too rich for my blood, I’ll leave you to it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Ernie: Hey, Peter, what’s up?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Just dropping in. Hey. Martin, so sorry I’m late.

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: You’re right on time. Just keep her distracted while we get everything ready.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: You got it. Hey, there’s my favourite aunt...

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Peter! What a nice surprise. Uh, yeah, sure. Oh, there are some heavy boxes in --

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: NO! No, no! I mean, I mean… not yet. I mean. I came to, uh, I just wanted to talk.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Okay... okay. Peter are you in trouble? Do you need money?

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: No! No. I mean I’m a little behind on my rent, but no, no… no, I’m fine.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Girl problems again?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: What? No, that’s crazy --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: I still wish you and MJ could work things out. She’s a great girl--

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: She is, but...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: The two of you would make some beautiful babies.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Wow! Uh...

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Peter. What is it? Come on. You can tell me.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: These past few years -- you helping me through college and working here... sacrificing so much, and asking for nothing. I just wish there were more people like you in the world.

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: He’s right. Five years ago, you walked in here and told me you were inspired by my mission to help others. Now it’s *you* who inspires *me*. Thank you. May, for everything. Here’s to many more years of service!

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<font face="Lato"> ''[Everyone applause to aunt May. There’s even a cake.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Thanks again for setting all this up.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Oh, I just wish I could do more.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Well. May’s always told me. “If you help *some*one--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: --you help *every*one.” Ah, maybe we should send May to City Hall to have a word with the mayor...

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Oh, I gotta run. Um, thanks again for the party and everything. It really means a lot.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Peter leaves the room.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Voicemail from Yuri... should check it outside…

<font face="Lato">Don’t Touch the Art
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[He goes outside and put on the mask.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Voice-mail from Yuri...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Hey. Silent alarm at the auction house holding Fisk’s estate sale just tripped. Could you check it out? Quietly? I don’t want to make a scene if it’s nothing...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Fisk estate sale. Sounds fun. Wonder what the Kingpin had hidden in his closets...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: (on the phone) Peter. I lost track of you at the party.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah, I… had to get to the lab. Sorry.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Don’t apologize… I just wanted to tell you how much what you said meant to me. I always wonder if I’m doing right by you...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Stop wondering. After losing my parents, and Uncle Ben… there are so many times I would’ve fallen apart if not for you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Well, that works both ways, Peter. I just wanted to make sure you knew that.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: May. I… I don’t know what to--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Oh. I think Mr. Li needs my help. I should go. See you soon, dear. I love you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Love you too. (he hangs up) Yuri said “quietly.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey sneaks into the building.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: I am losing patience. Where is the file.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: There’s someone else here - they must have taken it!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Those masks... who are these guys?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: There’s no one here but us. We will find the file. Or you will die.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This is bad.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: They’ll kill her if I alert them. Need to pick ‘em off silently. (by the phone) Yuri - the silent alarm was legit. Masked gunmen and a single hostage. Looks like a heist-in-progress.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Copy that. Sending units your way. Keep the situation from getting worse in the meantime.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Can do.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (We will not fail.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotta do this quietly. Don’t wanna alert the others...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I heard something.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: They always look so cozy webbed up like that. Should web him from above... Whoa - careful.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Open fire! It’s Spider-Man!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: My patience wears thin.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Someone else is here. I swear. She must have the file!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: If they’re here, WHERE ARE THEY?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: I don’t know. I don’t know. I just don’t know.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Keep your eyes open.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (They are open!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I didn’t imagine that.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Got nothing.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey quietly sneaks around and eliminating Demons. Soon he finds a camera....]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey - what IS that? This totally belongs to --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: Don’t move.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Buddy, if I had a nickel for every “Don’t Move” I’d –

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Some girl hits the Demon in the head from behind...]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey Pete.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: MJ… what are you doing here?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Same as you, working. At least, I was.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Robbie’s got you covering a break-in for the Bugle?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Well. Robbie doesn’t technically know I’m here. And it wasn’t a break in until a few minutes ago.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Huh?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Let me explain…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> 15 MINUTES EARLIER

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<font face="Lato"> ''[Now we play as Mary Jane. She enters the building.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Uh - excuse me?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hi! Mary Jane Watson. I’m covering the Fisk estate sale?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Craig said we’d do this tomorrow.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I like to get a jump on things.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Well I don’t. You’ll have to come back tomorrow -

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’m sorry. (faking a phone call) Hey Craig… no, sorry, just... It looks like we’re gonna have to run something else on the cover... I don’t know, uhh maybe the expressionist piece?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: You know what. I think I can make today work.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Are you sure?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: You’re here. No moment like the present.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Thank you. Nevermind. We’re good.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Let’s get started. Look around and familiarise yourself with the items. I’ll be waiting by the Baku statue when you’re ready to begin.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Can do.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Robovoice: -of Motor Vehicles, for English, press “1”…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Let me know when you’re ready to begin.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Sounds good.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [MJ begin investigating the museum.]

<font face="Lato"> “Katana, 14th Century. A katana blade attributed to Masamune; hilt re-wrapped in early 19th century.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Fisk cut Peter open like a pork sausage with this the first time they fought. Pete got away, collapsed in my yard half dead, and I had to steal my dad’s car to drive him to the ER. The first of many “Nurse MJ” moments; too many.

<font face="Lato"> “Hand Rolled Cigars, 20th Century. Luxury product of Symkaria; manufactured exclusively for royalty.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hmmm... Symkaria... weren’t they just in the news?

<font face="Lato"> “Tatami Armour, 15th Century. Rumoured to have been worn by a young ronin who challenged a tyrannical, illegitimate leader.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Sometimes I feel like the whole history of the world just boys playing dress up, getting into fights.

<font face="Lato"> “Sengoku period Samurai, 16th Century. Most likely depicts Yamamoto Kansuke, the blind swordsman, known for dispensing justice on his own terms.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I remember when Fisk started illegally importing artifacts like this. He bought the local harbour to cover his tracks, and laid off the old staff, including my dad. Wish dad was here now to see how the tables have turned.

<font face="Lato"> “Tapestry, 17th Century. Depicts two Nio Guardians, Misshaku Kongo and Naraen Kongo.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I can’t get over this image. So much tension between these two figures.

<font face="Lato"> “Oil Landscape on Silk, 19th Century. Depicts travellers outside Kyoto.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Kyoto. So beautiful. Part of me wishes I could drop everything and travel the world…

<font face="Lato"> “Vase, 19th Century. Meiji period baluster vase in the Imari style.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: May would love this… gotta admit, I miss May.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [She walk to tribune.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: And-how-much-am-I-bid-for-this-collection-of-villainy-and-deceit? Starting at 10.000 broken lives dreams, 10.000 going once…

<font face="Lato"> “Bonsho Bell, 17th Century. Legends claim its toll could be heard from the underworld.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ:“Heard from the underworld”, huh?

<font face="Lato"> “Walking Cane, 20th Century. A very rare enamel jewelled and pearl-set walking cane with concealed features.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Always hated this cane. So tacky.

<font face="Lato"> “Cello, 18th Century. Milan or Bologna, famously owned by Benito Mussolini prior to his death.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: What did Fisk call this... “Vanessa”?

<font face="Lato"> “Theatre Masks, 18th Century. A group of Noh and Kyogen masks from the Edo period. Most notable is Buaku, the demon hiding sorrowful eyes.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hmmmm.... I get why Peter does it, but I never totally loved the “heroes hiding behind masks.” thing. Feels like part of being a hero is standing behind your actions; being willing to say “yeah, that was me.” That’s the sort of hero I’d want to be, at least.

<font face="Lato"> “Tatami Armour, 15th Century. Rumoured to have been worn by a powerful samurai who believed ends justified means.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Bet Fisk saw himself in this: a great man willing to do what others wouldn’t. Dude had no self-awareness.

<font face="Lato"> “Woodcut, 19th Century. Image of a young maiden who brought a corrupt dynasty’s hidden crimes to light, causing it to collapse.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: “Brought hidden crimes to light.” We got an old school investigative journalist over here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [MJ begins the interview.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Starting with the prize. A one-of-a-kind Kakiemonbaku.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Beautiful. It’s a Mifune?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Correct. Mr. Fisk has exceptional taste.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Did you know him well, before his arrest?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: In a... professional context. I handled many of his sales. Let’s move on, please. Now, this expense piece exemplifies the traditional tarashikomi puddled-ink effect.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: The two Nio are so imposing. I can see why Fisk liked this piece, definitely his style.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: He loved the duality. “Destruction screams, but creation toils in silence.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Was there ever anything irregular. In any of the sales you handled for him?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: No… no of course not. Not that I was aware of. Notice the intricate gold inlay on this ceremonial tea set.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: It’s just… a friend in the DA’s office mentioned that Fisk used art sales to launder stolen goods.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: I’m... sure I wouldn’t know anything about that.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Oh I know. I was just wondering, now that he’s arrested, If you had ever noticed anything… strange.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: You know what… I’m actually running short of time. Why don’t we grab the cover photo while we can?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: When I told my DA friend I was doing a piece on you, he mentioned your name was familiar.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Just the photo please. Stand right there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Are you sure there’s nothing you’d like to say, maybe off the record, regarding Fisk’s activities?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: I don’t think your readers would have any interest in- (her phone is ringing) Dammit. Wait here, please.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Wait… I recognise that statue… Gotta get a photo. That shouldn’t be here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Craig. I’ll call you back. (to MJ) My dear, I think it’s time for you to go.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Oh… um… could I… I use the restroom real quick?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: ...fine. Follow me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Thank you... this is a really lovely space.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: It is. And this will be the last time you see it. The ladies’ us around the corner. Be quick.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Of course. Be right back.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: (through her phone) Hello, Craig. Funny you should call... Because the reporter you sent us clearly not working the puff piece we agreed upon... No, she’s here now...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’ve got to get into that back room. If that statue is what I think it is, this just turned into a huge story.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: What do you mean he had to reschedule? If she’s not your reporter, who is she, Craig? Who is in my auction house? Oh my god... No I do not trust you will fix this. Well the first thing I’m going to do is have Miss Investigative Journalist arrested- And the second thing I’m going to do is collect your head, Craig.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Dang. She’s pissed.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: It is most definitely a threat, Craig. Uh huh.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Pete told me about this. Fisk used it to hide evidence. Why didn’t the cops take it? I know this statue opens... but how? I wonder if there are any clues in here…

<font face="Lato"> An Articulated Nio Guardian Statue 15th Century, Japanese 45,000 - Notable for its modular design and five distinct points of articulation, this Statue can adopt a multitude of poses. The most common is that of the Naraen Kongo: mouth closed, left arm down, right palm facing forward. This pose of latent power conveys the change and chaos that can arise from small events.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: That’s the Nio behind them but it looks different. She certainly is cosy with Fisk. The statue can move most common pose is “latent power.”... “Mouth closed... left arm down... Maybe these pieces move. The catalogue mentioned two poses... “Mouth closed... left arm down... right palm facing forward. Maybe I should turn the head... So slow... but a piece is missing... I’ve seen these before... Hmmm he’s holding something... That’s it! “Norman Osborn”… what is this? “Devil’s Breath”? What is Devil’s-

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [She hears some noise in the gallery.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: What the?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Excuse me! Sir! You you can’t be in here…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Demon slaps her.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Not good.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: Where’s the statue?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: In... in there-

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Find the file.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[MJ’s story ends. We’re back to Spidey.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I was on my way to the exit when I saw you...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You’re lucky to be alive.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Says the guy I saved five minutes ago. Listen, whoever these mask guys are, they’re after this file. But I’ll never get it out of here while the place is swarming with them.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: OK. Umm, you hide back there. I take out the bad guys, you make a break when it’s clear.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Sounds like a plan. Good to see you, Pete.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah, you too. Not exactly how I pictured us meeting again, though.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Funny. It’s exactly how I pictured it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Did she change her perfume...? Focus, Pete. Focus.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Move!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Yes. Alright. Of course.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Should clear these guys out before I push forward...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: OK Pete. I’m hidden near the front. Give the word and I’ll make a break for it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Will do. How about that file? What’s in it that these guys want so bad?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Notes on something called “Devil’s Breath.” Fisk was hired to build a secret research lab for it. Not clear what Devil’s Breath is, but it seemed to scare Fisk. He compares it to “Pandora’s Box.”

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not much shook Fisk… we need to get you and that file out of here. Hang tight.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Anyone see anything?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Got to check that out.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, room is clear. Gotta stay silent. Keep it tight, Pete.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I will not fail my mission.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Anyone else hear that?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Easy does it. That’s all of them.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: NO! LET ME GO!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: MJ! No. HIDE!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Get in the office!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (End him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not cool with the hostage taking, guys. Whoa what is up with that glow-y stuff on your hands?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Are you guys ghosts? Never fought a ghost before...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (There is no escape.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I mean. I’ve fought spectres, but, you know technically, spectres aren’t ghosts. “All ghosts are spectres, but not all spectres are ghosts” you know? Seems like this is an energy thing, not a ghost thing. All good. “Fight a ghost” stays on the old bucket list.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Close in on him.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (My skill will overcome yours.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Daily cardio: check. Hm. Looks antique. I think I know someone who can help track down where this came from... (hears police sirens) ...a job for later.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Next scene. Police cuffing the demons.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: (to MJ) I just talked to Craig. You are not the reporter he was sending. You don’t even work for Heritage Arts.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Never said I did. Hi. Mary Jane Watson. Daily Bugle.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: You… you will not write a word of what you saw here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: For the record, that do you know about the file those masked man stole?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: That... I don’t…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: What about the long history of stolen goods Fisk has laundered at this auction house?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rose Rosemann: Your editor will be hearing from our attorney.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[She leaves. MJ pick up her phone.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Pete: (texting) Hey you OK?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: (texting) Fine. But they got away with the file.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Pete: (texting) Sorry. I’ll make it up to you. Dinner at Micks?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Mick’s? Like the last six months never happened?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: (texting) Sure, see you in a few.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Next scene. Mick’s Dinner.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: No idea… but I’m still glad he makes these fries.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Totally, best in the city.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: So, how’s the grind at the Bugle?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Mm well… Yeah well, I just got an all-caps text from Robbie about my so-called ‘antics’ tonight. So, looks like I’ll be meeting with the legal team. Again.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Nah, soon as he reads the article you’re gonna write. Guaranteed promotion.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: So. Creepy mask guys. What’s your take?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Just another night in the city. What’s your take?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: How’s it going with you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hm. I feel like there’s a bigger story there... Let’s not make this all about business. How’s it going with you? Did you got that promotion?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: No, but we’re on the cusp of something really big.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: You know Oscorp would hire you in a heartbeat, right? One phone call to Harry...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Sure. But Dr. Octavius’ work will help millions. I’m right where I want to be-- right where I *should* be.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Almost sounds like it’s more important than your other job. I’ve never heard you talk like that before.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: A lot can change in six months.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Why did you ask me here, Pete?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You know. Just… dinner between friends.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Friends. Is that what we are?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: H mean we could be. If that’s what you wanted.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: There’s a lot of baggage here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Yeah sure but, Is that so bad? I mean baggage can carry good things too. Like uh--like money and uh, keys, and raspberry lip balm.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Do you remember why we broke up?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: This is a trick question, isn’t it?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [They hear police siren noise.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Saved by the siren.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Talk to you later?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Go.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Short Order Cook (Stan Lee): Love seeing you two together again! You always were my favourites.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [MJ leave the dinner.]

<font face="Lato">A Shocking Comeback
<font face="Lato">

[Spidey calls Yuri.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey it’s me. What’s with the units heading down third?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Looks like our old friend Herman Schultz is at it again.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Shocker. Didn’t he just get paroled?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Yeah, well, guess it didn’t take.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No worries-- Herman’s just a big cupcake. I’ll have him back in Ryker’s by bedtime. (he hung up) Just had dinner with my ex after saving her from masked criminals... and now I’m gonna go beat up a maniac who uses shock waves to rob people. What a perfectly normal life you have, Peter Parker.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Police Dispatch: Officers respond, we’ve got a 10-10 narcotics in progress. Incident is active near Times Square, proceed with caution.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey got a call from Dr. Octavius.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Peter, I just want to make sure you haven’t left any equipment you’ve built for your... friend… around the lab. It’s no bother to me, but if the grant committee stops by again --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Don’t worry. Doc. I make a point not to leave anything there. But I know my “friend” appreciates you looking out for him. There’s a lot of people who don’t like him very much.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: That buffoon Jameson and his audience of sheep? Please.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: The people who do great things in this world are those who don’t let bullies like him stand in their way. People like us!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You said a mouthful, Doc. Take care.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Police Dispatch: Available units, need response to a break in. Officers near Bowery, please respond.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey arrives at the scene of the robbery.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hi, Herman.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: Seriously? Grr… (runs) Give it up. You’re never gonna catch me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That’s what you said last time.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: I don’t wanna hurt you, it’ll just slow me down.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Wow, that’s… considerate. What’s the money for, Herman?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: Why do you care?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Actually, I don’t. Just trying to make polite conversation...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: I’m done talking.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: But this could be so much more rewarding if we connected on an emotional level…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Wait, I forgot, you don’t have any emotions. (he catches Shocker) Gotcha. Now let’s talk.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: I said I’m...*DONE*...*TALKING*!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Noted.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Honestly Herman, why are you robbing again? You know the police are watching your every move. I mean, we all know you’re kinda dumb, but I didn’t think you were *this* dumb. You must be desperate. Which means you’re not just stealing for yourself. You must be working with someone. Or *for* someone... You can tell me who it is now, or make me punch it out of you later. Your choice!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: I’ve said enough.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey defeats Shocker.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You know what Herman, you have like zero personality... but your suit is awesome. Can we talk design details? Maybe later.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Good work, Spider-Man. Did you learn anything about his motive?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I tried. But he’s not very talkative. Plus, I think he hates me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: You have that effect on a lot of people.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: But you love me, right Yuri?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I tolerate you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Wow. That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.

<font face="Lato">The Mask
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Spider-Man: Looks like I got some free time. Maybe now’s a good time to look into that mask.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [His phone ringing.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh. It’s MJ. Hey MJ. You’re up late.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Just catching up on the news-- looks like you had quite an adventure with Shocker tonight.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah, he was unusually combative. Anyway, thanks again for dinner, what do I owe you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: How about a favour? You still have that mask from the gallery?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah. I’m actually on my way to the F.E.A.S.T. Center now to ask Martin Li about it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Martin Li? Why?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: He has a degree in Art History. If anyone knows about the origins of that mask, he will.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Just keep me in the loop. Like I said. I think there’s a bigger story here. And I plan to be the one to break it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh, sure. So I can call you, like whenever?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah. Whenever, whatever.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: So I guess we’re talking again. Cool. Almost morning. Mr. Li will be here soon. I could use a snack…

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<font face="Lato"> [Later at F.E.A.S.T. Center.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Peter! What can I do for you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Sorry to bother you, Mr. Li... She’s doing a story about art imports, and she found this piece... and she wanted an expert opinion on it, and I know you have a degree --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Let’s see what you have. Interesting. Where did she find it...? A replica of an antique Chinese opera mask. I haven’t seen one in years. This symbol here roughly translates to “Demon.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: “Demon”?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: My father read me ghost stories with that mask and symbol in it when I was young. Scared the hell out of me. Peter, listen. That mask, it’s... It could be connected to dangerous people. Mary Jane might want to find a different story.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: You think she’s in trouble?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: I don’t know. Why take the risk?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Peter leave and call MJ.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: The symbol inside the mask means “Demon.” It really spooked Mr. Li. Never seen him like that. He even said you should drop the story.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Fat chance. Do you think Mr. Li knows more than he’s letting on?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: No. I think he just had a weird flashback or something. I know his childhood was pretty traumatic...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah, makes sense. Demons, huh? Catchy name. Okay, gotta get writing. See you soon.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Well, that went about as well as I could’ve hoped…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Next scene Spidey swings around the city and get a call from Aunt May.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Peter. Mr. Li spoke to me… he seemed worried. Are you into something dangerous?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh, it’s just a story Mary Jane’s investigating. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she’s careful.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Please tell me you two are back together.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: We’re talking again. Baby steps. I hope I didn’t upset Mr. Li.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: He’s just concerned. I was actually touched by how concerned. I knew he liked you - he admires how dedicated you are to helping others. I think you remind him of himself when he was younger. Both orphans, both so smart…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Well the admiration’s mutual. You’ve got a good boss, May.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: I’ll tell him you said so. Love you, Peter.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey got a call fron Otto Octavius.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hello?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Peter, it’s Doctor Octavius.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh, hey, what’s up?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Lance Corporal Texidor is here for a fitting.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I totally forgot! I mean. I didn’t forget-forget, I just… Uh. I’ll be there soon.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: This tardiness is starting to become a pattern. Come on, Parker. You’re better than this.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Ugh, he’s right. How did I lose track of time? Grr...

<font face="Lato">Day to Remember
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[Spidey go back to the lab.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Veteran: How does it work?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Just like a natural arm. You think of what you want it to do, and...!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Yes!! Hey! (some people enter the room) Hey! Wh-what do you think you’re doing?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> City Worker: This site’s been declared a safety hazard.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [The people trying to power off lab’s devices.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Stop that right now! This is highly sensitive equipment. That’s it, I’m calling the mayor’s office directly!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman Osborn: Peter Parker! How the hell are you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Speak of the Devil.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Mr. Osborn, what –

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: Oh please. How long have we known each other? It’s “Mr. Mayor.” It’s Norman. Norman!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Norman, what do you think you’re doing?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: The grant agreement you signed has strict safety provisions. This isn’t your first violation.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Those were excused --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: By me. We should have confiscated this equipment long ago.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: But, but I’ve had a breakthrough --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: (to veteran) Thank you for your great service to our country. These folks will escort you to Oscorp Robotics, where you’ll receive the latest in prosthetics, no charge.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: This isn’t about safety infractions, is it?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: I’m trying to help you. Otto. You’re free to continue your work... in a secure environment.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: At Oscorp.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: You always were the smartest guy in the room.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: You haven’t changed a bit.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: Neither have you. Hey Peter. Harry will be coming back from Europe early next year. Maybe the two of you can start that business you always talked about. This is opportunity knocking.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: (to Otto) Easy. They didn’t take everything. Maybe we can start over --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Peter… there’s no “we.” Without the grant from the city, I can no longer pay you. I need some time to think. If I were you... I’d look for a new job.

<font face="Lato">Financial Shock
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''[Next scene. Spidey swings around the city. He get a call from Yuri.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Spider-Man. Shocker has escaped. And now he’s robbing a bank on East Thirty-First.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What happened? I thought he was behind bars?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: He was.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: But one of the guards just walked up to his cell and released him, then gave him his suit back.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I *knew* Shocker was working for someone. What’d you get out of the guard?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Wish I could ask him, but he’s dead. Whoever made him release Shocker didn’t want any loose ends.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Damn.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Looking at the security footage, the guard was in some kind of trance. And it might have been the lighting, but it looked like his eyes were glowing.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Well that’s creepy. Okay. I’ll see what I can get out of Shocker when I get to the bank.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey face Shocker at the bank.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Herman! Long time no see. Hey I’m no lawyer, but uhh… I’m pretty sure that’s a parole violation. Oops, guess we’re stuck in here for a while. Wanna play twenty questions? No? How about we thumb-wrestle? Okay. Face-punch it is... Whoa! Your gauntlets are all digital now, aren’t they?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: RHAAAAAHHHH! DIE!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Remember our first fight? Me, so young and stupid. You, just stupid.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: You talk too much.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Well, that’s a matter of opinion. I mean, are there any standard metrics for how much talking one should do? And who determines the ideal ratio of talking versus not-talking? Also, how would you measure it? Words per minute? Syllables per second? Or is it more about how many words one uses to express a single thought? It’s all so subjective... If you ask me, some people don’t talk enough. Like about who their mysterious overlord is the person they’re working for, that kind of thing. Okay, now I can do some real damage. Why are you doing this, Herman?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: Because if I don’t, they’ll kill me!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Comin’ your way! If you come clean, I can help you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: You really want to help me? Just let me have the money.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sorry, not gonna happen. You know, people don’t use banks anymore. You’re lucky you found actual cash. If you really want to rob banks... Try day trading. It’s all the rage. Oh-- wait, wait, wait, wait... oh no! Aw, come on. Herman... If you tell me who you’re working for. I can help you cut a deal.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: If I talk-- I’m dead. They made that very clear.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Catch! You’re freaking me out, Herman. It’s not like you to be afraid of people.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: Not even sure these guys *are* people. Could be anything under those masks...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Wait. Did you say *masks*? These mask guys, what do they want the money for?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: Don’t know, don’t care. Soon as I finish the job. I’m gone.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This one’s gonna hurt!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: Stand still!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: If you ask nicely. MAYBE. Okay, catch this one with your face! Give up now and we can protect you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: No way. You ain’t seen what I seen. What the --. You son of a --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, last chance to give up. This time I *really* mean it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Shocker: Quit moving!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay. I was kidding before.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: NOW is your last-last chance. Seriously. Sorry, Herman. (he hits Shoker chandelier) with You brought this on yourself... literally.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey leaves the bank.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Man, he was scared, and desperate. These demons are everywhere all of a sudden... Okay Yuri. Shocker’s all yours now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Good work. We have a special cell waiting for him at the RAFT. We’ll make sure he stays behind bars this time.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Also. I’m pretty sure he was working for the demon gang.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Demon gang? Sounds like a Daily Bugle headline.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: The Bugle is a perfectly fine news organization...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Not sure I’d call it “news.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Well. I’ve heard they have some really good reporters. Anyway, have you had any more reports on demon… er… guys with masks?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Let me get back to you. By the way, how much of a mess did you make inside that bank?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You probably don’t want to know.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Ugh. Shouldn’t have asked...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Fight with Shocker took a while. Time to catch up on what I’ve been missing out in the city. Doc left a message…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He checks his voicemail.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Peter. I might have been a bit hasty advising you to find another job. I have a plan. Give me a bit of time... we may yet live to invent another day!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: The indomitable Otto Octavius. That’s great news - hope his plan works.

<font face="Lato">Wheels within Wheels
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Yuri Watanabe: (through the phone) Hey, so I looked into reports of... “Demons.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I knew you’d come around.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: They’ve been pretty busy tonight-- hitting a lot of Fisk properties.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: They’re going after Fisk? Damn. You thinking what I’m thinking?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Brewing gang war?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Let’s try to get ahead of it. Are there any Fisk properties that *haven’t* been hit tonight?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Let me see. Patrol reported a bunch of activity at one of his shipyards in Portside.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Thanks Yuri, I’ll check it out. Hey Yuri, any idea what Fisk uses that shipyard for?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: No idea. Let me send an officer to meet you there. His name’s Jefferson Davis-- that’s his beat. He’s a good cop, been working the Fisk case for years. If anyone knows what‘s going on at that shipyard, it’s him.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: My suit’s onboard A.I, can tell me the most likely area where the victim is.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to the shipyard.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: (through the phone) -and if they set *one toe* inside the vault, I’ll have your head.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Got it, boss. Tripling security. Demons won’t touch a thing. (to his crew) Listen up! Demons’re making moves on all our caches. Lost two tonight already. Boss may be in lockup, but that don’t mean his hardware’s up for grabs.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Comm check, Eagle 2. You up?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Eagle 2 reporting in. Eyes on.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What “caches” are the Demons after? Need to take out Fisk’s men and figure out what they’re guarding, whatever it is. I don’t want it in Fisk’s OR the Demon’s hands... Snipers everywhere... might need to deal with them first... Lot of junk scattered around here a well placed web shot could make a great distraction... That sniper has a guard watching him... They keep talking about gear what does Fisk store here?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: How long’s the boss had this place for? Looks ancient.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Only a decade or two.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Been through a dozen different owners before.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Dope smugglers in the 80s, booze runners back in the 20s.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Kid you really are slow, you know that? It’s an old bootlegger hideout.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Ohhhh whoa. So tunnels and secret rooms and stuff?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: “Tunnels and stuff,” yeah. Like the tunnel right beneath us I’m trying to seal up while you’re standing there gabbing.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hmmm any tunnel Fisk is trying to *seal* is a tunnel I want to check out...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Cobra One, come in.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Naming on the packaging for this stuff’s confusing.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: We got 2-23. CR-17, and 0-12.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: CR-twenty... crap. I don’t have numbers. Just names. “Shaped charges,” “detonator caps,” “blasting gel.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: What the hell?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Spider-Man’s here!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Dunno, that you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Even the rats are stayin’ away.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Spider-Man’s here - stay alert!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: What the hell?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Spider-Man’s here!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: What…?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Heads up! I see him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [When Spidey defeats all the thugs, a police car arrives at the scene.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: You know we can’t have vigilantes trespassing or doing illegal searches...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah. I know...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Which is why I brought a warrant. So what do you say we do some perfectly legal searching?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I like the sound of that. What’s your name?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Officer Davis. Call me Jeff. And you are?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Just messing with you. My son’s a big fan.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: So. That warrant cover breaking down doors?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Not without a LOT of extra paperwork.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay. I’ll find another way in. Any place this run down should have a hole in the wall or a broken window...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Check around back. I’d go myself but, you know, not Spider-Man.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey finds his way into the warehouse.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I feel like I’m in a horror movie. Hello? Any fishermen with a grudge and a hook for a hand? Okay, where’s that locked door? Jeff, you there? I’m doing my best to refrain from knock-knock jokes.

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<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Appreciated. You see a junction box powering the door?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah, got it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: If we can overload it, that should force the door open.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Smart but I don’t have anything that packs enough current...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Try this.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Stun gun. Genius! Capacitors in this are just what I need for an upgrade I’ve been thinking of. Electric Web for the win!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Gadget man, huh? You remind me of my son. Started taking apart the TV when he was five. Now he’s unlocking his friends’ phones.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sounds like he could teach me a few things.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Okay, nothing illegal in plain sight.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Kind of anticlimactic, huh?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: At first glance. Let’s look closer.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Looking for something specific?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: This yard’s been here a long time. Bootleggers used to use it back in the day.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotcha. Those guys loved their hidden rooms.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Check it out. Sound hollow to you? I got a hidden panel, like the one on the doom The conduits lead out the back. Look for another junction box.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Let’s see if my mask lenses can pick up the conduits. Did that work?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Nah. Must not be the right box. Keep looking. Thanks, no way I could’ve unlocked this myself.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey. I doubt I would’ve found it without you. Hm. We got a big fat nothing.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Where there’s one secret room, there could be more. Notice anything about the floor?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Aha. They can hide the doors, but not the scrapes they leave.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Keep an eye out for more of those.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Now that I know I’m after scrapes. I should take another look around. Where else could there be scrapes? Paydirt! Scrape, no door. None I can see, anyway.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Great. Be right there. Maybe not. Elevator’s busted.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sit tight. I’ll pull you up. Second floor, rusted machine parts, big honkin’ rats. Careful, the bridge is out.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: I got this one.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Nice, stuck the landing and everything.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: We’re not *all* doughnut eaters.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Fair enough.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Another secret door. I’ll rig the lock. Let me know if you find the junction box.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yep. On it. Found one. Nailed it!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Hell yeah you did! Hey, check this out.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Nothing. I’m starting to feel like this is Fisk’s way of messing with me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: But look at the walls. They kept guns here. They wouldn’t’ve moved ‘em through the front door. Gotta be a passageway we’re missing. Check out the wall - this might control access to another area.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Fisk’s men were talking about a “vault” maybe we’re close?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Bet on it. Looks like a dual circuit, see if you can find a second junction box.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Found it! Clear! You were right Jeff - trap door.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Outstanding! Think you can help me out? This thing’s heavy. One, two, three.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That isn’t spooky at all.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Big chunk of concrete in the way… I can’t get through.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Let me see how it looks from the top.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Sounded like explosives.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: And that sounds like Demons.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: The vault! Hurry! Come on - let’s go!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Damn. Demons’re already gone. How’d they beat us here?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Must be a back door, see if you can find it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Smash and grab. They were moving fast. Got empty crates here... and it looks like they took the ones they didn’t clean out. There they blew the locks to get in. Shh! Demons. That’s what I’m talking about!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Just trying to do my part. Firing - stay clear!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey. Jeff, one of your tricks would be great about how!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Got him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I will not hesitate.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Reloading!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Now you’re just showing off.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Says the guy dodging bullets.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He’s hit!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m a little impressed.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Keep watching.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Gonna stun him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: I got your back!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Thanks! I needed that.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Look out!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Your timing is impeccable.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Fire in the hole!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Taking aim.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Someone stop him! Now!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: See? I’ve got friends, too!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Firing - stay clear!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: How we doing?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: I think we’re winning! He’s down!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Try and stop us.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Gonna stun him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Behind you!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Jeff and Spidey defeat all the demons.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Let’s Go! Now!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Go! I’ll catch up!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Several Demns escapes on a truck loaded with guns.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: If I lose two trucks full of gunmen in one day, it’s time to hang up the webs.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: (through the phone) Spider-Man - few Demon stragglers at the yard; I’m held up. How’re you looking?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not much better. These guys’re all over the road; they’ll kill someone if I can’t stop them.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Doing my best to catch up, but you might be on your own.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Stay safe. Jeff - don’t do anything crazy. This keeps up, bystanders’ll get shot. I gotta get in close. Hey guys! Room for one more? Long time no see! Here’s your stop.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He felt that!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Great - now the 3 decides to run on time.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey stops the truck from falling a bridge onto a railway with the help of his web. Meanwhile, another car with a Demon at the wheel trying to runs him over, but officer Davis knocks it down on his police car and saves Spidey. The heroes wins.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Reporter: We’ve now identified the officer as Jefferson Davis. We’re being told he has minor injuries an is expected to make a full recovery.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: (to MJ) Excuse me. Miss, are you supposed to be here?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: More than you. After that auction house thing, the Bugle put me on the city beat. Which means I get to focus full time on real stories like this… and the Demons.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You know the closer you get to them, the more you become a target, right?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: The closer I get, the better chance we have to stop them.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: “We?”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Officer Davis! Mary Jane Watson. Daily Bugle.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: No comment.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I don’t blame you. But these guys are going to tell their story with or without you. And they thrive on controversy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: So what’s your angle?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I don’t have one. I just listen.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Ok. Hop in.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: She’s good. Man. I’m beat. Time to head home and get some sleep.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato">Couch Surfing
<font face="Lato">

[Spidey go back to his apartment and sees an eviction notice.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: [Sighs] Come on…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[It looks like his landlord managed to throw his things in the trash. Peter calls the garbage collection service.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: Empire Sanitation, this is Eddie.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Yeah, hi, uhh... I’m trying to track down some items that were accidentally picked up from a dumpster outside my --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: Dumpster number?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Uh… uh, hang on… Uh. Six, four, four, seven, six...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: That’s route thirty-three. Truck’s already left its shift. If your stuff’s not there, you’re out of luck.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Wait, wait, please - this is important! Can you at least tell me where the truck is?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: [sighs] Lemme check… Alright... looks like it should be at the municipal garage at Bowery and Grand.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Got it, thanks, Eddie!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Municipal garage... Bowery and Grand... not a problem. I don’t care if I lose everything else, but I have to find my spidey-drive. Can’t be that hard. finding a tiny flash drive in a thirty ton garbage truck. I have years of research on that drive. Everything I’ve worked on since high school.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to the garage.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Of course it’s locked… Can’t have people stealing garbage. Maybe there’s another way in... It’s not really breaking and entering if I don’t break anything, right? (he find nothing) Okay, no need to panic... maybe they haven’t dumped the trash yet. Nada. Grr. Okay... time to panic.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He call the dispatcher again.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: Empire Sanitation, this is Eddie.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sorry. Is there any chance the truck wasn’t at the garage?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: Sure... I guess. Just means it’d be somewhere in west Chinatown.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Great! I’m headed there now!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: Hey, it’s a long shot, but sometimes the guys stop for pizza before they drop off.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Really? I’ll check out the pizza shops. Any idea which one?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: One of the mom and pop joints I think.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Jerry’s?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: No, that’s uptown.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I mean original Jerry’s.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: Oh right… no, started with an ‘L’ I think.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Larry’s?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: That’s on the east side.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uhh... Leo’s?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: Leo’s... yeah, that might be it. Man, I love Leo’s.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’ll pick you up a pie. I owe you one.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: No worries. Hope you find what you’re looking for.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Should be some trucks close by. Nope, stuff’s not here. There has to be another truck around here... No sign of my stuff, but what an “interesting” smell. Eddie, you’re my only hope...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: Not there either, huh?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You sure they were around here?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: Well, the guys might have switched routes due to the upcoming Osborn rally.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: If your pickup was on Route 35, they’d be dropping off at the incinerator right now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Incinerator?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dispatcher: Over by Manhattan Bridge. Better hustle...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: There’s the incinerator! Hope I’m not too late.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh-oh. Looks like trouble…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey beats up some thugs and help a worker.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Worker: Thanks, Spider-Man.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Worker: Yeah, thanks. This gang’s been terrorising the whole neighbourhood the last couple of days. There’s probably more of ‘em on the way...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’ll keep an eye out. Hey, mind if I look around for some, uh, some personal items?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Worker: Sure, have at it. I gotta go file an incident report.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: There’s something there... Gotta move these bags out of the way. I think that’s it’ Please be here. Please be here... Yes! Hope it still works. Looks like everything’s here. Hey look! An old gadget prototype. Looks kinda awesome why didn’t I ever finish it? Hm. I think I can make this work...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug: Look, it’s that guy who thinks he’s Spider-Man.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh-oh...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug: Ice him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug: What is that?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug: He’s mine!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug: Take THAT, web head!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug: This is *not* how we planned it!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug: Damn, he’s out cold!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug: Hold still!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay. Well, this night isn’t quite going as planned. Where am I gonna sleep? Guess I could try MJ’s. Alright, how am I going to talk my way onto MJ’s couch? Let’s see... uh... ‘Hi, MJ, it’s Peter... any chance I could stay over toni--’ Oh, that’s too formal... ‘MJ! I was just in the neighbourhood and...’ ugh that’s lame... ‘Hey MJ, now that we’re talking again I thought maybe...’ Okay that just sounds pathetic. Why am I making this such a big deal? We’re just friends, right? Friends crash on each other’s couches all the time. It’s not weird or anything. It’s just a couch. MJ’s couch. Ugh. What am I thinking? Hm, just got a web alert... Huh, looks like MJ’s story just got published. I think I’ll find somewhere else to stay. She’s probably busy with work. I wish Harry was in town. I could crash with... Hey May - you’re calling late. What’s up?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: I thought we were going to meet up for dinner tonight.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh... right! I’m sorry. I forgot. It’s been a hard day - we lost funding at the lab.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Oh, Peter. I’m sorry!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I also kind of got evicted from my apartment.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: What!? Do you have a place to stay tonight?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Actually... no. Not really. I hate to ask, but any chance you have room at the shelter?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Of course. Feel free to use the couch in my office.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Thanks, May.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey arrives to May’s office at FEAST.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Hope May’s couch is comfortable…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He lies down on the couch and instantly falls asleep. Waking up, he sees an envelope with money next to him and Aunt May at her desk.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I can’t take this.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: You can. And you will.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I’ll pay you back. Soon.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Just ask for help next time. You are so much like Ben. You have to learn to swallow that Parker pride and accept that you’re human. Like the rest of us. Martin!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Sorry to interrupt. You’re in charge while I’m gone.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Well you can count on me. How long will you be away?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: I really don’t know...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Is everything okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: It’s some personal business I’ve been planning for a while. But... please take care of this place. It represents the best part of me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Well. I guess I better get busy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Peter leaves the office.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Hm, hope Mr. Li is okay. (he picks up the phone) Hello?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey. Did you see my story?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I did. Robbie must be pretty happy right now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah. It kinda went Viral. And get this-- Mayor Osborn just announced he’s going to give Officer Davis an award this afternoon.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Wow. Wait-- isn’t Osborn’s campaign rally this after… Oh. I see what he’s doing.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah, we all do. But still, a pretty cool moment for Officer Davis and his family. I’ll be there covering it-- want to join me?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Yeah, of course. See you then.

<font face="Lato">Straw, Meet Camel
<font face="Lato">

Spider-Man: Ugh, it’s so humiliating taking money from May. I should head out into the city and try to pay it forward. Another message from Doc.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Peter. I don’t want to jinx us but... the lead I’m following might not only get the project back on its feet, but also expand it in ways we never could have imagined. Everything happens for a reason. even Norman pulling our plug.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Really hope this works out. Doc’s work is too important to go unfinished.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey calls Jeff Davies.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey, Jeff! Congrats on the ceremony today!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: I’ll be glad when it’s over. A truck full of armed Demons scares me less than public speaking. But I’m calling about something else. Just got a tip that Demons are moving on the Fisk construction site in midtown. Wife’ll kill me if I ditch the ceremony prep to play cops and robbers, but I thought maybe my friendly neighbourhood partner would want to know...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Understood. I’ll do a swing by, let you know what I find. And hey, here’s a tip on public speaking: Just picture everyone in their underwear. Wait, not Osborn. Y’know what-- never mind.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to the constraction site.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Consolidated Shipping… Jeff. I’m here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: What do you see?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: Find the rest. The boss wants them dead.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Looks like the Demons are moving in on Fisk’s territory.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: You got this?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I got this.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Soon they will all see...)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: You got what you came for. You don’t need to kill us too!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: Fisk’s territory is ours now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not today.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Spider-Man’s here! Sound the alarm!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He’s weakened!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Grenade out!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Ugggghhhhhh..…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey saves Fisk’s Thugs and pick up a phone from one of them.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey Willie.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: You.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Nice jumpsuit. Slimming.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Stay out of my business.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: WAIT! The Demons-- who’s their leader?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Keep my men alive, and maybe I’ll tell you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Saving bad guys from other bad guys. Not how I thought today would go.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (It’s Spider-Man! Opening fire!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He will reward us...)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Stay back!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (There’s nowhere to run.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (We Will not be broken!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Well. I got their attention.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I can’t hit him in the air!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Get back!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: I couldah taken them.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sure, sure.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: I’m not going anywhere!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Better swing around the outside to look for Fisk’s men.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Fools! You’re letting him win!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (How did that happen?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I’ll end this!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You two stay here - wait for the police. Gotta find the survivors fast.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Please...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: I ain’t a snitch!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I’ll get him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Got him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You OK?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Yeah… yeah. Thanks.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: He’s got nowhere to run.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: Fisk’ll kill you! He’ll murder you!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He’s using webs!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Our time has come.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Spider-Man is here! We will extinguish him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Stay back!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Perform your duty!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (These webs are strong!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey big guy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Your bones are dust!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (An act of desperation!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (This city will know the truth!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (We must defeat him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He knocked him out!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Fisk.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Your men are safe. Your turn: who runs the Demons?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Wilson Fisk: Maybe he’s there. Maybe he isn’t. Check the roof.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’ve missed these cryptic Fisk talks.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He rises to the roof and sees the Demon killing one of Fisk’s thugs.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fisk Thug: No please -

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hello again… Oh come on. Nononono Gogogogogo Did that just happen?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey fight the Demon and begin chasing his helicopter.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I’m getting reports of a helicopter with a wrecking ball?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah, things with the Demons got… complicated.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sit tight Yuri. I got this. Please let me got this… Whoa! Rockets!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: That helicopter is destroying the city.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I know.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: You need to bring it down.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I know.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Maybe you could super-hero a little faster?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Working on it, Yuri. Call you when it’s done! Now’s my chance. Hope I live to regret this... Hi. Is this the flight to Newark? Afraid I have to ask you to pull over the helicopter, sir. I need to disable the helicopters engines... One engine down; now for the second... This is your master plan? Replace Fisk?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: Fisk is only the beginning.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Need to disable the second engine... Need a plan... need a plan real fast... I GUESS THIS IS THE PLANNNNN!!! Come on, Pete. You got this. Yougotthis-yougotthis-yougotthis- Please don’t screw this up…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey manages to prevent the helicopter from falling. He climbs inside...]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: These masks are so awesome-- where do you get them?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I’ll kill you!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Cool, thanks. Do they have a website? Whoops. (the demon fall out the helicopter and Spidey catches him) Hey Yuri. I caught the bad guys. But...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: But what?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You might want to bring a ladder.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey leaves. We switch to some young man on the street.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Friend: Yo! Miles! Hey fanboy!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Text: Miles, where r u?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Oh crap-- I’m late.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Friend: You coming?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: No, I gotta get to City Hall for my dad’s ceremony.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Friend: Oh, right. Tell your pops I said congrats!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: (texting) omw

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato">And the Award Goes to...
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Spider-Man: MJ! Did they start the ceremony yet?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: They’re still setting up. Where are you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Got hung up at work. Be there soon.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He listens to new Jameson podcast on the way.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jameson: And now for listener emails. May from Queens writes. “You’re so full of anger, and I wish you’d get help managing it. It‘s terrible for your health.” Now, I know she speaks from a place of concern but this is a common misconception that I have to correct. I’m not full of anger, I’m full of love. I call out injustice, corruption and crimes against humanity because I adore this city. and I want it to be better. What you hear in my voice? It’s love! NOTHING BUT LOVE!

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<font face="Lato"> [Before the ceremony.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: There’s the stage entrance. And we’ll be right out front.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Sounds like a lot of people out there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: You’ll be fine, honey.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: The last time I gave a speech, I was in high school. Ms. Steinberg gave me a C minus.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: If only Ms. Steinberg could see you now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Hey, you got this, Dad. I mean come on, you saved Spider-Man-- I’m pretty sure that makes you an official Super Hero.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: A Super Hero? [chuckles] Or... maybe I’m just a guy who doesn’t give up.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: (to Miles) C’mon honey.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [The ceremony begins.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Deputy Mayor: Welcome, everyone. And before I hand it off to Mayor Osborn. I’d just like to say a few words. Our city is so fortunate that such exemplary citizens call our community home.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: So…?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I think this gang war may finally be over.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Like… like, OVER-over?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I mean, there’s some loose ends still to be tied up. But…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: loose ends?

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Well, a truck pulled away from the scene, from a company called Consolidated Shipping.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Something’s not right about it… just don’t know what.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hm. Well maybe after this we can grab some coffee, figure it out together.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Yea, um...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: Couldn’t have said it better myself. But I’ll try. We all know that Officer Davis is a hero...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: But uh... Instead of coffee we could have dinner instead? I could come over-- I’ll cook. Or we could, you know meet at a totally neutral location for a completely normal meal. Cooked by professionals.

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: For acts of extraordinary bravery above and beyond the call of duty, it is my privilege to present Officer Jefferson Davis with the Department Medal of Honour.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Deputy Mayor: Phone call, Sir.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: Kind of in the middle of something here, Jim.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Deputy Mayor: Sounds urgent, sir…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: Fine.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: Congratulations, sir.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Jefferson Davis: Uh, thank you. Mr. Mayor. I share this honour with my family - my wife, Rio, and my son, Miles. Without their support I couldn’t do what I do.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: (through the phone) Yes?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Unknown Caller: I’ve worked many years for this moment.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: Who is this?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Unknown Caller: Over the coming days your company, your city, and everything you care about Will be destroyed. People will beg you for help, but you won’t be able to save them.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: Listen jackass. I get threats like this twice a week. Why don’t you grow a pair and tell me what you want?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Unknown Caller: To watch you suffer.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Suddenly Demon-terrorist start exploding, even on the scene itself.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Dad!!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: (to MJ) Get down!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Jeff notices the terrorist and trying to cover his colleagues with his body.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: Miles! Miles, are you okay?! Miles?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Next scene. After the explosion, the streets are littered with corpses and rubble of buildings. Mary Jane is trying to help unconscious Peter. We switch to Miles.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Peter! Come on, Peter!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: Miles!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: No, no, no, no....

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: MILES! (panicked breathing) Oh, thank God... can you hear me, baby?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Can you hear me? Peter! Squeeze my hand if you can hear me! Peter, wake up! Come on, say something. Please.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Miles’s mother is taken away. He tries to find her, making his way through the rubble and screaming people in pain.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Mom! This is crazy... Over there... Whoa...! Oh, man... Mom? MOM!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: Miles! Can’t... breathe... Ahh! Hurry.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He helps doctors to raise the metal tower, which crushed his mother.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> EMT: HURRY! It’s slipping!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: ...hurry!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> EMT: Got her!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: Miles, Miles. Miles. Miles... Oh my god.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> EMT: Nice going, kid.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: I’m all right, Mom. I’m all right. You sure you’re okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: Yes, I’m gonna be all right. I’m gonna be all right, son. I love you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: All right listen, I… I have to go find Dad, okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: Miles, no. Miles. NO! Miles! Baby, stay here! Please! Dad’s alive-- I know it. He was right there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Dad… Dad’s in there, I’ll find him.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He sees how the Demons kills the survivors.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: What the hell...?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: Where do you think you’re going?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Spread out! No survivors!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Victim: No, no... No, please! No.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (All clear over here.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (This way! I heard something.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Check the podium for survivors.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Anyone else hear that?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Gotta find a way around these guys. Can’t cross yet...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (What was that?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Could’ve sworn I heard something...)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (There’s no one alive here. Let’s go.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (This is only the beginning.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Dad was right there, gotta help him.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Who’s there?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (False alarm.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (All clear.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Keep your eyes open.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (They are open!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Miles trying to attack one of the Demon, but he easily fight back.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: No… stop. No!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Suddenly Martin Li appears. It seems that he is the leader.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Enough-- we have to leave. Now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Miles finds his dad. He is dead.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Dad, no! Dad! Wake up, Dad, wake up! Wake up…

<font face="Lato"> ONE WEEK LATER

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<font face="Lato"> [Officer Davis funeral.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I’m sorry for your loss.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Do I know you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I’m Peter Parker. I was at City Hall when – Look... I know you don’t know me, but I just wanted to say --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: “I know what you’re going through.” That’s what you were gonna say, right? Or... “It all gets easier with time.” Or... “Don’t worry... it’s part of God’s plan.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I’m sorry, I was just trying --

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: “--trying to help.” I know.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: (to Peter) I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what I’m gonna do with him.

<font face="Lato">Dual Purpose
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''[Next scene. Spidey sits on a roof and call to Yuri.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I’m busy, what’s up.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Have you started looking for Martin Li yet?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: No, I told you. I can’t start a manhunt based on a hunch from Spider-Man.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: But I’m telling you, he’s the guy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Get me some solid evidence and we’ll talk.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Solid evidence. Right.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He calls to MJ.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey, it’s me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey. So what are you thinking?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m thinking I screwed up. And that kid lost his father.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I know you too well to say you should give yourself a break. What about the police, do they have any leads on Li?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: They’re not even looking for him. Even Yuri doesn’t believe me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Then it’s up to us to find him. I’ve been doing some research… go to this address: Martin Li bought a controlling interest in this recycling centre last year.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You think he’s hiding out there?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Maybe. We know he’s not at F.E.A.S.T. If he’s not at the recycling centre, maybe you’ll find some evidence as to where he might be...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah. Good work MJ, I’ll let you know what I find.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Oh, one more thing. I talked with a detective about questioning the arrested Demons. They’re all claiming Martin Li has the power to, quote, ‘corrupt’ people.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Corrupt? What does that mean?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: They say it’s sort of like mind control-- it brings out the “negative” part of you. Makes you do things you wouldn’t normally do...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hm. Sounds a little far-fetched.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: This coming from a guy who can run up walls.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: MJ’s hunch was right. Place is crawling with Demons. Gotta take these guys out, then have a look around.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to one of Fisk’s warehouses.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Look is broken.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Just jiggle it a little.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Still not working...)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Let me try.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (No, it’s my job. I’ll get it.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, that’s all of them. Hm. High-security lock. They use these on banks, not recycling centres. Maybe if I can find where it gets its power from... Looks like I could override the circuit. Need my electric webs. Well, that did something. But looks like the circuits need a little more juice. A-ha! There. Looks like the circuit’s still stable. Maybe there’s another junction box close by. Almost there - one more box should do it. Gotcha. That’s it! Oh, man... These must be where they’re planning to attack... Wait-- these are Osborn campaign offices. All the paths originate from the same address. Lots of high-tech equipment. Maybe later I can recycle this stuff into some weapons of my own. Guns from Fisk’s armoury... Truck bombs? This is crazy... Explosives from Fisk’s construction site. This wasn’t a gang war. The Demons were stealing from Fisk to go after Mayor Osborn.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He leaves the warehouse and call MJ.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey-- did you find Li?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No. But you were right. Li’s using this place as a front for the Demons. Bomb-making, gun running...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Oh my god -

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: And it looks like they’re planning another attack, this time on Norman Osborn’s campaign offices...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Li must have some kind of beef with Norman Osborn.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I found an address here I think it’s their staging area... If I hurry, I might be able to stop them.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Be careful!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Next he calls Yuri.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yuri, it’s me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Make it quick-- I’m busy getting yelled at by my boss...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Martin Li and the demons are planning another attack, this time on Norman Osborn’s campaign offices.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Are you sure? We’ve had a lot of false leads in the past week.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Trust me on this one I’m sending you the address of a recycling centre, you’ll find all the evidence there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Got it. I’ll get those campaign offices evacuated. But if you’re wrong about this, you’re gonna help me find a new job.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to “Consolidated Shipping” warehouse.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Consolidated Shipping. Lotta guys. I should try to do this quietly. But also with style. I can use that stuff I found at the recycling centre... Nice! Love using bad guys’ own weapons against them. And that, my friends, is what karmic justice looks like.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Can’t relax for a moment.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Stand by. I heard a sound.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Make sure the perimeter is secure.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I will not hesitate.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Okay, almost done. Just need to snip these wires.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Hm. Where are the wirecutters?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He got someone!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (We’re compromised! It’s Spider-Man!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (This is your end!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (You will break.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Li’s not out here. Better check inside. Hm. Invoice from an auto shop. “Pale Horse Ridez.” That’s one expensive tune-up. What else can I find around here? They have bases all around the city... This is bigger than I thought. Looks like the Demons have an army. As if one deadly glowing whip wasn’t enough... I don’t know what I was expecting, but it was definitely NOT this...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Die!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey calls MJ in the middle of the fight with the Demons.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey MJ. I think I stopped the Demons’ attack on Osborn’s campaign offices.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Nice. Did you find Li?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No. But I found something we should look into a place called Pale Horse Ridez.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Sounds familiar.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’ll check it out and get back to you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Don’t let him get you with that!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Press harder!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Die!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (What is he?!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (A gift for you.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Suddenly, soldiers in white armor enter the battle...]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Unknown: ...Copy Silver Bird, we are descending to location There’s another one. Safeties off.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This is new.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Unknown: No, no, no. This one’s mine. Alright... I’m executing this son of a… (aim his gun at a Demon)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey… that’s not how we do things… down… town!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Unknown: Code SM one.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-man: Whoa, whoa! Before we do this... who the hell are you guys?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Unknown: Copy code SM one. I have a visual. Hold for Silver Bird.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[A silver-haired girl jumps off a helicopter hanging in the air. She shoots asphalt with two snow-white pistols.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Nice entrance. Solid 8 out of 10. (he is immobilized by electric ropes) NINE out of 10...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Release him, he works with us.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yuri? Explanation, please.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: This is Silver Sablinova, head of Sable International, a private security force. Paid for by Mayor Osborn.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh, the mayor has a pet army now?

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<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Next time you get in my way. I will not be so gentle.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Go. We’ll talk later.

<font face="Lato">Hidden Agenda
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Yuri Watanabe: Hey, sorry about that Sable thing… I should have told you earlier, but it all happened so fast. It’s okay. We’re still best buds. We’re not best buds.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-man: Well that took a dark turn.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Anyway. Sable has the mayor’s ear and unchecked authority. We’ve searched that address you gave me, found plenty of evidence of a bomb plot, but nothing that leads back to Martin Li.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-man: I’m working on that. Hey MJ.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey, so I dredged up some records on Martin Li’s other business holdings -- he’s got places all over the city.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hm. The locations line up with a map I found at that shipping business. I’ll check ‘em out.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Let me know what you find at each one, and I’ll work on building a case.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You got it. I’m headed to Li’s office at F.E.A.S.T. to see if I can learn more about why he’s doing this -- and what he’s got planned next.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Okay. Say hi to May for me… wait, you don’t think she’s in danger do you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-man: No. Li’s only got one target on his mind. Norman Osborn.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Missed another call from Doc -

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Peter. I wanted to make sure you’re still available. I can’t pay you *yet*, but I’ve pulled enough strings to keep the wolves from the door a bit longer. If we can get up and running, I know this new version of the project will attract investment. *Massive* investment. Stay ready.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Fingers triple crossed, Doc.

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to F.E.A.S.T.]

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Peter!

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: So if you’re running this place while Mr. Li is out of town, who’s doing your old job?

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Ha... Me. But I could always use more help. You know anyone?

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: His name is Miles Morales.

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Why does that sound familiar?

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: His father was being honoured at City Hall.

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Oh.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: I talked to him at the funeral. He’s a smart kid. He’s just having a tough time.

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: I knew a boy like that, once.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: I remember it helped to… stay busy. Might help him, too. Here’s his mom’s number.

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Thanks. I’ll give her a call.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You haven’t heard from Mr. Li, have you? Just curious.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: I’ve got a few minutes before work. I’m gonna… look around, see if there’s anything else I can do to help you out.

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Oh, you don’t have to...

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: I know. I want to. I should check out Li’s office.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Homeless Man: Pete! Glad to see you’re okay.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Hanging in there.

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<font face="Lato"> [He goes to Martin Li’s office.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: His office locked. How do I get in there? Quietly? Huh, never seen that room before. High voltage lines... what needs this much power?

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<font face="Lato"> [He overhears Aunt May.]

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: ...I understand, but the account number is in Mr. Li’s office, which is, uh, inaccessible. I will call you back as soon as I can get that information. No. I don’t know when that will be... what would Ben do...?

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: That room I saw from the crawlspace It should he fight on the other side of the shrine. Li’s journal...

<font face="Lato"> “Oct 2018 Wilson Fisk has been arrested. I can barely believe it. The day I’ve planned for - dreamed of - is finally but for some reason I hesitate. Can I really go through with this? Things will happen so quickly if I give the word. My men will claim Fisk’s arms, his explosives his secrets, We’ll use that strength to teach Norman true pain. Hell know what it is to see the things he loves destroyed by his own hands… But achieving that end will mean giving up so much. Everything I’ve built here at F.E.A.S.T. - all the good I’ve done - could be wiped out if my plan succeeds. My chance is finally here yet still I should I turn back? A part of me wants to. But... the Demon is hungry... and I don’t think rm strong enough to hold it back...”

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: A key wonder where the lock is? Li sounds... conflicted. Almost like he didn’t want to head down this path... Hm. The shrine in the photo is missing the picture Looks like this note is for May...

<font face="Lato"> Dear May, Very soon, you’ll hear stories about me. Stories claiming I’m a terrorist and a murderer. Those stories will be true. But the story we wrote together - the story of F.E.A.S.T. - is also true. I want you to know that I always believed in our mission. It wasn’t a front, or a show. It was an honest expression of my heart. When you help someone, you truly do help everyone. Please don’t let my failings shake your belief. You are strong, May. Strong enough to tell a new story at F.E.A.S.T., one unburdened by my faults. Thank you for all you’ve done, Martin

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Li did so much for New York... can’t believe he was hiding such darkness inside. This is the ghost story Li’s father read to him.

<font face="Lato"> “Remember,” the old man said, “only balance can master the Demon’s strength. Without balance, the monster will turn on any who attempt to control it.”

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: About a Demon that could only be mastered through balance... Some kind of puzzle lock? That seems right. Yes! Whoa. What are you hiding, Li?

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<font face="Lato"> [He solves the puzzle and search Li’s secret room.]

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: (on tape) Can feel my power growing, feeding off my anger. Father would say I’ve lost the path of balance, but he could never understand, the only way to fight a monster is to become one.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Creepy. Li’s sure is obsessed with masks... is it a Jungian thing? Like... he needed to pretend to be someone else to let his darkest feelings out? Pretended to be a Demon until he became one... Li’s giving his powers to the others. How does Li imbue these with his power? Bio-electic induction? Compressed phase shift? This is all about Norman Osborn. His whole career. Li must have been obsessed with him. This article is decades old... must be back when Oscorp was founded... Oscorp lost a lawsuit about improper clinical trials years ago... did they cover this up? I’ve never heard of it... Whoa. This is the folder MJ found at the auction house. This might help us figure out what Li’s planning next. Whew. It’s a burn room wired to destroy evidence! One more. If the police had found this... or May... don’t want to think of what could’ve happened? Now, how do I get outta here?

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<font face="Lato"> [He leaves the room and stumbles upon Li himself.]

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Hello, Peter.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Mr. Li. I thought you were out of town.

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Did you find what you were looking for?

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Martin! You’re back!

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: And heading off again shortly, I’m afraid. Just needed a few things from my office.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Let me get that.

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Thank you. You must have heard about City Hall.

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Yes.

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Peter was there, he was very lucky.

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: At an Osborn rally? I didn’t know you were a fan. Well. What matters is you are both safe.

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Amen.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: But the bombers are still out there. Who knows what they’ve planned next.

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: As long as you stay away from places you’re not supposed to be. Well, I should go.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: When will you be back?

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: When my work is done.

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<font face="Lato"> [When Peter leaves the building, he is attacked by the homeless, poisoned by negative energy.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Wait, wait, wait! What the…

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<font face="Lato"> [He put on the mask and calls Yuri.]

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Captain Watanabe...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I finally got your evidence. Head to the F.E.A.S.T. Center in Chinatown.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: What am I going to find?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: A nice lady named May Parker... and some really weird stuff hidden in Li’s office. But listen-- he’s got another attack planned.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Where? When?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Still working on that-- but I think he’s going to use something called “Devil’s Breath.”

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Sounds… destructive. What is it?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: A substance created by Oscorp, probably a bioweapon of some kind. I’ll send copies as soon as I can.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Okay, we’ll check his office. If the evidence stands up. I’ll put out an APB.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: MJ – hey. Just checking in.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Peter, hey, can I call you back?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I think you’ll want to hear this-- wait, why are you whispering?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Just… in the middle of something. How about we catch up over dinner? My place?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh. Sure. I’ll even cook.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Cool. See ya.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: WAIT! Remember how you told me about Li’s ‘corrupting’ touch? I think I just saw it in action.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: How?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Some perfectly nice homeless people just jumped me. Thing is, they had glowing eyes and I remembered Yuri telling me something similar about the guard who released Shocker.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: So Shocker *was* working for Li? It’s all connected.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: There’s more. But I guess we’ll talk about it at dinner?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah. See ya.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Dinner. Hm. What should I cook?

<font face="Lato">A Fresh Start
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[He get a call from Doc Octavius.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh, hi. Doctor. How are you?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Parker! EXCITING news! Come by the lab!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh, like, now?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: This is my defining moment! Can’t wait to show you...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Cool. Um, I’ve got dinner plans. Can I come by later?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Dinner can wait. You *need* to see this. Peter.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh… okay. Be right there. Wonder if this means I have a job again. Guess I can stop by. Just for a minute.

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<font face="Lato"> [He swings to the lab.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Hey Doctor!

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Hello Peter. I’ll be just a minute.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Wow, look at all this new stuff. We really need to get better about organizing our workspace... Where did you get all this equipment?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Called in every last favour. Took out a few loans. It’s like we’re starting over once again. But this time’s going to be different.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: You’ve been busy.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Just getting started. You know, until now we’ve been looking at prosthetics from the wrong perspective. Why restore people to what they were... when we can make them *better*? Okay. I think that should do it... You ready?

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Everything okay...?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: DAMMIT! This is all your fault, Norman, you son of a –

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Well. I know who you’re NOT voting for in the next election. Sorry. I have a habit of making bad jokes in, uh, tense situations.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: [laughs] It was a good joke, Parker. Just a bit of an overreaction on my part.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: No... don’t worry. Why don’t you take a break. I’ll clean this up and get us ready for another test. So uh... hope you don’t mind me asking, but... it seems like you and Norman have a bit of a history...

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: We were lab partners in college, became friends decided to start a business. We both had VISIONS of… changing the world-- just in different ways.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Wait, you were at Oscorp when it started?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: I’m half the reason it’s called “Oscorp.” In grad school everyone called us “the O’s.” [sighs] Add “corp” to that and, well.... It is a catchy name.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Well why’d you leave?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Norman became more and more obsessed with genech. He started a project I considered unethical, and there was this... anyway, lawyers got involved. I chose to leave in exchange for a settlement. But that money didn’t last very long. I’ve relied on grants ever since. If this project doesn’t work...

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Don’t worry. It’ll work. Let me just fix this up...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: I’ll brew some fresh coffee. Why don’t you do the honours this time.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Ha! I think we did it!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Next step, neural interface.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: That’s a lot of work for you to do by yourself. Sure you can handle it?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Apparently not, judging by today’s debacle.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Because I still haven’t found another job... I know. It’s okay, don’t worry. I’ll figure it out. What’s a few bucks when you’re trying to change the world, right?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: To changing the world...

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Missed call from MJ. Doctor. I need to go, but I’ll be back later.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Don’t worry, the work will still be here when you get back.

<font face="Lato">Dinner Date
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Peter: What’s that?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey sorry I missed your call. We still on for dinner?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Dinner? Oh, yeah. I was calling you about something else but yeah, we should talk over dinner.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Offer still stands for me to come over and cook...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Oh really. Well. I like to take risks. I’m still out, but I’ll grab some stuff at the store and let you know when I’m home.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, talk soon. Alright, dinner at MJ’s, low expectations-- it’ll be hard to screw this one up.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Guess I’ll just freelance for a while until she calls.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He will reward us...)

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<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Get back!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Don’t let him get airborne!)

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<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He’s hurt, finish him!)

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<font face="Lato"> Demon: (What is this stuff?)

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<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Hold your ground.)

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<font face="Lato"> [Yuri calls.]

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Would you look at that - half the crime towers back up already.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: When Spider-Cop’s on the job, come hell or high water the job gets-

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Nope nope nope. Nope.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: She’d never admit it. but the chief was warming up to Spider-Cop. His casual disregard for by-the-book thinking was a breath of fresh air. She’d come around. Some day.

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<font face="Lato"> [MJ calls.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey MJ.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Alright. I picked up a bunch of stuff at the store. Can’t wait to see what you come up with.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Swinging over now. Prepare to be amazed.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to MJ’s place.]

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Peter. You’re not gonna believe what happened. So you know that address you gave me? I went there.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: MJ...

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: I know, I know. But wait.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: What is this?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Just listen.

<font face="Lato"> EARLIER IN THE DAY

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<font face="Lato"> ''[We switch to MJ. She sneaking around some chop shop.]''

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: This is the address Pete found... Men are all carrying firearms what is this place? That office... might be something inside that connects this to Li... need to get back there.

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<font face="Lato"> Biker: Huh? What was that? What dumbass can’t put their shit away?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Bet it was Happy...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Martin Li is really paying the boss?

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<font face="Lato"> Biker: Rick! Boss wants to talk to you - get in here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Yeah. We build this war beast for Li; Li finances the boss’ new venture. Win win.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Need to get into that office… What are they building? Is this all for Li?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Well, you better clean yer slag off that sloppy weld. Boss sees that he’ll be pissed.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Careful...

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<font face="Lato"> Biker: All that cash is going straight into Grave Dust.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: You tried any yet?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Only samples. Boss is still perfecting the recipe. But man… It’s got a kick.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: The hell was that?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Easy does it… What kind of vehicle needs tires this big?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Grave Dust must have me on edge...

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<font face="Lato"> Biker: Where is it? I swear I left it over here...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Yo! Has anyone seen a 3/16 socket driver?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Hey! I heard something...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: When did we get a new recip saw?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: What is this? Some kind of military hardware? Office must be to my right... need to move careful through here...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Yo man, why’s the boss being so intense about putting GPS trackers on everything?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Protecting trade secrets; doesn’t want any word on Grave Dust leaking out.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Still feels paranoid.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Who asked you? Get back to work.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Those barrels seem important… “Alchemax”… why is that so familiar… What’s in these?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: Grave Dust is pretty under the table I guess.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rick: Boss come on – Li’ll never notice…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Rick flies through the window. MJ sees the man who throws him.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Tombstone.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Tombstone: You’re right, Rick- won’t notice cause it won’t be there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rick: God damnit. I said I’ll fix it! (aim his gun at Tombstone)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Tombstone: You got some stones, Rick. Let’s see if they break.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He puts Rick’s gun to his head and forces him to pull the trigger. The bullet does not leave a scratch.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Tombstone: Such a disappointment. (kills Rick) And now I need a new welder.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Can’t turn back now... need to get into that office.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Biker: What’s gonn’ on over there?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Tombstone: Come on now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Made it... Blueprints... this is what they’re building for Li. But why does he need an armoured vehicle? Here we go... GPS trackers... what is Tombstone using these for?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Tombstone: Alright boys! Time to move. Get the gear from my office.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Time to go.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Back to MJ’s place...]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Okay... I want to say don’t ever do that again, but since I know you’re going to anyway, here… (gives her a web bomb) Take a few of those next time.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Nice. Thanks.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You know Tombstone is crazy and pretty much invincible, right?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Everybody has their weakness. Mine is… whatever you’re cooking right now-- smells amazing.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: The chicken curry. Uh, Just needs to simmer.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: No dumplings, I hope.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You are never go on to let me live that one down, are you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Nope.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: The “great dumpling catastrophe.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I still can’t believe they evacuated the entire building.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I know and in January, too. Your neighbours *hated* me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah. They were pretty happy when we broke up. Let’s talk about what you found in Li’s office.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Well. Li clearly has issues with Norman Osborn.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah, but… but why?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I don’t know yet. But his next move looks like it involves Devil’s Breath. Whatever that is.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah. I’ll dig into it. So I was thinking... what if we teamed up?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You want to be my sidekick? Like, uh... Spider-girl? Spider-woman…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: No…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Woman.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: not a sidekick… a partner.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Oh… (hears his curry boils over) Not again!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey it’s your crime system thingie. Looks like a residential break-in.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Charles Standish.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: That sounds familiar. Oh. Oscorp’s CFO! Wait... you don’t think this has anything to do with Li, do you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: (in Spidey costume) Sorry to cook and run...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Did did you just leave your clothes on the kitchen floor?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh… (Where do you want me to, uh…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Just the couch is fine.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: See you later?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yea.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey jumps off a window.]

<font face="Lato">Up the Water Spout...
<font face="Lato">

[Spidey swings through the city and calls MJ.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey, it’s me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: This curry is legit.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: So what do we know about Charles Standish?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Let’s see-- Chief Financial Officer at Oscorp. Single. Known for his art collection.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: If Li’s after him, it’s got to be related to Devil’s Breath.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’ll run a search on everything in that file.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Let me know the second you find something. I think Li might be planning something even worse than City Hall.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: So are we partners now? Cuz it sure feels like we are.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Partners. Sounds good.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Okay! See ya, Partner!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Police look like they could use some help.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Stand fast, Mr. Li rewards courage!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (You are shameless and less than human!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Stop screwing around and kill them!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Friggin’ terrorists. Thanks for the assist, Spider-Man.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Someone radio dispatch; we need a wagon.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: There’s probably more of them inside. You guys stay here. (enters the parking lot) Somebody was in a hurry…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Some security guard calls Spidey.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: Spider-Man!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You’re hurt?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: I’m okay, but you gotta find Mr. Standish, fast. Those guys in the masks kidnapped him and forced him up to his place he lives in the penthouse. Top floor.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-man: Okay, sit tight.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Take him down!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-man: So glad you’re here. I can’t find my car-- could have SWORN I parked on this level.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Get in close!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He’s in the air!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Defeat is unacceptable!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Back away from him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (This city will know the truth!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Time to end this.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He’s just a man -- get him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Let’s see how tough you really are.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Wait, you guys work here too? This building is SERIOUS about parking enforcement.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Our numbers are dwindling!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (We need to slow him down.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Thus will be painful.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Good fight. A for effort. Elevator won’t work, they know I’m here. But maybe I can sneak up through the elevator shaft. Should be able to make it up to the penthouse from here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (All clear over here.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Elevator shaft is clear.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Nothing yet-- I’ll keep looking.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Where did he go?!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, almost there... Stay out of the light... Nice and easy... Tall building...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (There he is-- kill hum!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Fire bombs? Seriously? Move!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He’s climbing up the walls!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh-oh. Not good! There’s Standish.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He is held hostage by several Demons.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: Okay. Now what?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: Enter your password.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He’s dead, right?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Don’t underestimate hшm. Keep an eye on the elevator.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: He sounds nervous… maybe I should take him out. Shhh...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (The city must learn...)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Stand by. I heard a sound.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (There can be no hesitation...)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I see you - halt!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Intruder alert!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Come in, unit five. Unit five? Someone confirm his status.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Copy - checking it out.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Man down. Not good...)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Unit isn’t here - Spider-Man may have gotten him.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Hey, watch my back.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Hey! He’s knocked out!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (No straggling -- help me out!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, all clear. Hope Standish is alright.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Break him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (What was that thing?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Let’s try this again… (to Charles) It’s safe now. What were they after?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: Just-- financial records.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: About Devil’s Breath?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: How do you know about that?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Why do they want it?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: I don’t even know what it us. Mr. Osborn’s been pouring money into it for years, but he keeps the whole project a secret. I’m the only one who has any record of it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not anymore. Looks like they copied some records to a secure server payroll information... on a Doctor Isaac Delaney. Who is he?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: I honestly don’t know...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Down!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: C’mon, c’mon! (punches the elevator button)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: WAIT, the elevator’s--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: Aahh! AAAHHHH!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He falls into elevator shaft. Spidey jumps to the rescue.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hold on! Almost got him! Try to fall slower! Gotcha! You okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: Yeah-- I think so.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Good. Good. You know, as elevator shafts go, this is pretty nice.

<font face="Lato">Back to School
<font face="Lato">

''[Next scene. Roofs. Spidey calls Yuri.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey, Yuri.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: You okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah, but I didn’t get much out of Standish before these Sable guys stepped in and told me to back off. What’s the deal?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I get the sense all they care about is keeping him quiet.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Because he knows about Devil’s Breath.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Right. Whatever the hell *that* is.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m working on that-- I think I just got a lead...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: A lead? You sound like a cop...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Don’t you mean... Spider-Cop? (she hungs up) Yuri? That’s fair...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: What happened with Standish?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: He’s safe.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Okay, good. And the Demons?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: They were looking for a name. You got a pen?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah. Go.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Dr. Isaac Delaney.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Who is he? What’s his deal?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I was hoping you could tell me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’m on it. Just gimme a few - oh and before I forget. You left that tracker from Tombstone’s at my place. I’ll drop it at Dr. Octavius’ lab. Let you know what I find on Delaney.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Message from Doc...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Sorry to call so late, my mind’s bursting with ideas. We’ve been thinking too small. Peter, Why replace missing limbs with facsimiles when we can improve upon them? People who’ve lost an arm understandably want it back. But we can give them something BETTER! The human body doesn’t need to be our default. We can go so far beyond it. Just some thoughts to conjure with!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Doc’s really giving it both barrels… hope he doesn’t burn himself out… (calls MJ) MJ-- what’d you find out about Isaac Delaney?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Check out the picture I just sent.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Which one is Delaney?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I don’t know. Guess you’ll have to go to the party to find out.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Good thing I already have a costume.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey swings to Empire State University. Almost everyone dressed as Spidey’s famous antagonists.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Halloween party. Guess I don’t have to change... Delaney’s dressed as one of my greatest foes. Let’s find out which one...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: We’ll go out early to Midtown. There’s plenty of cops there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: I don’t know. They seem to have their hands full right now. You just don’t want to cook.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: Ha! Not true. I’m fine with cooking and staying in!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: Grilled cheese is not cooking. Fine. But we are S0 ordering out.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Everyone’s in costume. My people. Dr. Delaney is here somewhere. I have to find him before Li does.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Fake Spider-Man: Hey! Look at us, we’re Spider-Bros! Check out my moves. Fshew-fshew-fshew!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: I swear I forgot it was Halloween until I walked in here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mysterio: Come one, come all, to Mysterio’s diabolical Hall of Mirrors!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Excuse me, are you Dr. Delaney?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mysterio: Ah, Spider-Man, my nemesis! You won’t catch me this time! (drop a smoke pellet and runs away)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: (coughs) Oh no. Smoke. What ever will I do?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mysterio: This is the end for you, Spider-Man! Now I have you!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey “defeats” Mysterio.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Stratton: Hey, what’s wrong with you? I worked on that helmet for a week!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I need to find Dr. Delaney.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Stratton: He’s out in the party somewhere. Who are you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Stratton: Ha, smartass. Looks okay. I guess. It’s got a crack in it. Could probably just buff that out.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Ca-caw! Ca-caw! Eat! Eat, my little children! Let me hear you SCREAM!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That guy throwing down candy could be Dr. Delaney. Gotta find a way up there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Some for you… some for you… some for you...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m looking for Isaac Delaney.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Hagen: Uh. I think he’s on the dance floor... There he is-- the lizard in the lab coat.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: AAHH! Over here!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Some for you… some for you… some for you…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: Over here! Over here! Come ON!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: Ha-hah!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: This is awesome!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: Flap your wings! Ha-hah!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Hey look, it’s Spider-Boy. Since I’m one of your nemesises, we gotta fight. What’s the matter, Spider-Wimp? You afraid of my mighty horn?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Meanwhile a Demon grabs Dr. Delaney.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Delaney: Hey! Who... what are you--?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: Fight! Fight!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: RRAWWRRRH!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: Kick his ass, Spider-Man!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: What the hell?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: Oh snap!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: Ohmigod, is that the real Spider-Man?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: I’m totally livestreaming this right now...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: Get him Spidey!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Delaney: What do you want?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Demons takes Dr. Delaney out of the party. Spidey goes after him.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Ca-caw! Ca-caw!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Delaney: Take it easy. Just tell me what you want!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: This is a joke, right? Those aren’t real guns...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: Back! Now! (hits the man)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Let him go!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: Keep your head down!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: Oh my God! Oh my God! Don’t kill us!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Everybody okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: Yeah.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Good. Uh, happy Halloween.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (What was that noise next door?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I don’t know. Cover the door-- shoot whatever comes through it.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: How about some mood lighting?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (What happened?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (I don’t know-- Just watch that door!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Now, where’d they take Delaney? There’s Dr. Delaney.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Delaney: Where are you taking me? Who… who are you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: You recently began working with someone at an Oscorp lab.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Delaney: H-how do you know that?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: We don’t have much time, Isaac. Tell me his name.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Show’s over Li.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Martin Li transforms int Mister Negative.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Apparently the show’s *not* over.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Mister Negative infects Dr. Delaney with his energy.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Muster Negative: His... name...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Delaney: Doctor Morgan Michaels.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: Thank you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He gives him a gun. Dr. Delaney shoots himself in the head.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Mister Negative leaves. Spidey breaks free and kicks some Demons ass.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That’s all of them. Gotta fund Li!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Mister Negative infects the people at the party.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotta stop them from hurting each other. You’ll be okay later... What did Li do to these people? Not that guy again... If it helps-- I felt bad doing that. Apologies.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He calls Yuri.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yuri. I need your help.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I’ve got reports of shots fired at ESU--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah, that’s me. I’ll explain later. But right now you need to find a Dr. Morgan Michaels. Martin Li’s coming after him.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Copy that. Spider-Man... who is this Dr. Michaels?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I thunk he’s the head scientist on this Devil’s Breath project. Did you find him?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Yes and no. Sable says they have him under protection at a safehouse somewhere in the city. But they won’t tell me where.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I thought you guys were working together?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: So did I.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay. I have an idea on how to find him. I’ll let you know if it works.

<font face="Lato">Spider-Hack
<font face="Lato">

[MJ calls Spidey.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey, did you find Dr. Delaney at the party?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah, but so did Ll.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Oh no, what happened?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Li corrupted him and made hum kill himself.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: That’s horrible. We have to stop thus guy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: We will. Before Delaney died, he gave Li a name. Morgan Michaels.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Morgan Michaels... who is he?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not sure, but I bet he works on the Devil’s Breath project. Have you learned anything from that Devil’s Breath file?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah, get this. Few years ago. Osborn came to Fisk and asked him to build a lab, but to keep it hidden from regulators.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Secret lab? For Devil’s Breath?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: If it’s as dangerous as we think it is, I can see why.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Where’s the lab?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: That’s not in the file-- Osborn made Fisk destroy all records of it. All I have are invoices from Osborn’s personal account to Fisk Construction. Knowing Fisk, he kept the invoices around for blackmail material on the mayor.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Everything leads back to Norman Osborn.

<font face="Lato"> Guess it’s time to pay him a visit.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I doubt he’s going to tell you anything.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Wasn’t planning to ask.

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<font face="Lato"> [He swings to Oscorp Tower.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, that’s how I can get into Norman’s office. Can’t get in there without shutting down some security systems. But if they see me they’ll put the whole place on lockdown. I should be able to hack into the security network modules from the outside. There’s the network cables. Just need to follow them to the security module. There we go-- a security module! Looks like there’s four of these around the building. That should make things easier.

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<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey hacks the security system. Illumination on the part of the building disables.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Oscorp Security: What the hell? Security teams, call in.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Sable Team Alpha standing by. Looks like an electrical problem.

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<font face="Lato"> Oscorp Security: Copy that. Keep an eye on the exterior while we try to track down the issue.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Just when I thought it would be easy.

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<font face="Lato"> Oscorp Security: All Sable teams-- looks like we have some sort of software problem. We’re calling in a specialist.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Copy that. Continuing exterior sweep.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: There’s the second module.

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<font face="Lato"> Oscorp Security: What?! All agents, someone’s taking control of one of our subsystems.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Initiating Delta protocol.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Man, everybody’s got drones these days...

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<font face="Lato"> Oscorp Security: Sable teams, I need a status report.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Exterior sweep negative. We are all clear.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Still look like a software issue?

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<font face="Lato"> Oscorp Security: We don’t know, we’re evaluating. Please maintain current alert level. Attention all Sable teams.

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<font face="Lato"> Oscorp Security: There’s a small possibility we have a trespasser on site. We’re analysing data now-- stay vigilant. Dammit. Another subsystem IS going offline. I need a team to scan the eighty-fifth floor exterior.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Copy control, bird inbound. Gotta move!

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<font face="Lato"> [MJ calls Spidey.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hi, MJ. Little busy right now--

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’ll be quick. Listen. I got a lead on Charles Standish’s location. I think if I can get to him. I can make him talk he knew about Dr. Delaney, he probably knows about Morgan Michaels as well.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, just don’t do anything crazy. (hung up) Speaking of crazy, gotta find that last module... There’s the last one. Nice! Now I can get into Norman’s office. And hopefully find out more about Morgan Michaels and Devil’s Breath.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Exterior sweep negative. Should we go on lockdown?

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<font face="Lato"> Oscorp Security: Not yet. Mr. Osborn is in the middle of an important call. But keep tracking there MUST be someone out there.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Nope-- nobody here but us spiders.

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey enters the building and crawl through ventilation shaft.]

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: Hold on. Switching to a secure line... I’m way ahead of you. Wilson. I had my people go through all of your files. If you try to expose our business arrangement. It’ll be your word against mine. and I’m not the one behind bars right now...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Walt… Is Norman talking to Wilson Fisk?

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: (to Fisk) Ni-oh statue? What are you talking about?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: The Ni-oh statue, from the auction house. They must be talking about that file MJ found...

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: (to Fisk) Who has the file?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: *We* do Norman, but it doesn’t tell us enough. Which is why I’m doing some slightly-illegal but morally-acceptable B and E right now.

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: (to Fisk) You pompous son of a bitch! You’re lying!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Don’t be too mad. Norman. We know you and Fisk built a secret Devil’s Breath lab. But we still don’t know where it is and what Michaels has to do with it. Let’s hope your computer can tell us more. Jackpot.

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<font face="Lato"> ''[He walks over to the computer of Norman Osborne, on which he luckily finds the presentation with all the secret plans. Slide 1…]''

<font face="Lato"> OSCORP INDUSTRIES PROJECT GR-27 Peer Review Summary Commissioned by OSCORP Review conducted by Dr. Isaac Delaney Department Chair, Genetics, Biotechnology and Analytical Chemistry, ESU

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: GR-27. Hm.

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<font face="Lato"> [Slide 2…]

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<font face="Lato"> PROJECT GR-27: GOALS Audit materials submitted by GR-27 Chief Scientist Dr. Morgan Michaels Observe GR-27 experiments at (LOCATION REDACTED) Summarize GR-27 status, expedience, and risks Recommend next steps

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Dr. Morgan Michaels is the chief scientist, but the location of the lab is redacted…

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<font face="Lato"> [Slide 3…]

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<font face="Lato"> PROJECT GR-27: OBJECTIVE Pair CRISPR genome editing with Al-controlled gRNA to identify and replace genetic mutations and errors.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Al controlled CRISPR? If that actually works it could cure any genetic disease... Cystic fibrosis. Huntington’s… this is crazy.

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<font face="Lato"> [Slide 4...]

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<font face="Lato"> PROJECT GR-27: STATUS THE GOOD High efficacy. Consistent results.

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<font face="Lato"> [Slide 5…]

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<font face="Lato"> PROJECT GR-27: STATUS THE BAD Viral delivery mechanism incorrectly targets immune system. Infected subjects highly contagious. One subject exposed. 7 days later, all 40 subjects deceased.

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<font face="Lato"> [Slide 6… Photo of something microscopic.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Creepy.

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<font face="Lato"> [Slide 7…]

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<font face="Lato"> PROJECT GR-27: STATUS THE UGLY One infected subject could trigger global epidemic. Lab techs nicknamed it “Devil’s Breath.”

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Whoa. GR-27 is Devil’s Breath. It’s designed to cure diseases, but in its current form it’s like a bioweapon.

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<font face="Lato"> [Slide 8…]

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<font face="Lato"> PROJECT GR-27: NEXT STEPS CONTINUE DEVELOPMENT? Mr. Osborn believes the reward is worth the risk. MAINTAIN SECRECY. If this gets out, PR nightmare, could bring down all of Oscorp. MITIGATE RISK OF EXPOSURE. Dr. Michaels should keep only sample on his person at all times.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Dr. Michaels keeps the only sample with him at all times. That’s why Li wants him. We find Michaels, we find Devil’s Breath.

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey leave Oscorp and call MJ]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: (whisper) Hey Pete, what’s up?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: MJ. Get this. Devil’s Breath wasn’t designed to be a weapon. it’s a treatment for genetic disorders. But it’s current form is wildly imperfect - in trying to fix the body, it rips it apart. We need to locate Dr. Michaels; I don’t trust Sable to contain something this deadly.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: I may have a lead on that. Charles Standish us being held at Sable’s Central Park compound if anyone knows Michaels’ location. It’ll be Oscorp’s CFO. I’m trying to reach him now.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: “Reach him?” That place is crawling with guards. How are you trying to reach him?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Very very quietly. Gotta go, partner.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sneaking into a Sable compound... that could go bad fast. I should head to Central Park.

<font face="Lato">Uninvited
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[Spidey swings to Central Park.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Looks like Doc checked in...

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Peter. I’ve had an epiphany. It’s all about the mind. Take me for example... a mind of unlimited potential, shackled to a tired, old body. Think of what that mind could achieve if it were freed! In developing our neural interface, we need to think beyond* replicating the tired putterings of our physical forms. Instead, reach into imagination and possibility. Reach into the mind...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’ve never heard Doc this excited by a project. hope he’s not *too* excited... Where are you, MJ… (sees someone aiming at her) Crap.

<font face="Lato"> 15 MINUTES EARLIER

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: (from MJ’s phone) “Reach him?” That place is crawling with guards. How are you trying to reach him?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Very very quietly. Gotta go, partner. Standish is somewhere in there... gotta get past that guard. Time to see if these lures Pete gave me work. That gap in the fence looks promising just need to distract the guard.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: What was that?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Outta the way, fellah.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Gotta move… now.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Gonna check on our house guest - stay here.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Copy.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: “House guest.” Must be Standish. He’s here somewhere...

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Imagining things...

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Need to draw him away from the stairs...

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: What the?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [MJ finds a huge screen which shows all the current victims.]

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: What’s that... Demons are killing anyone related to Devil’s Breath... Standish is in real danger. Time to move.

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<font face="Lato"> [MJ finds Standish.]

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Standish - I knew it. I’ve gotta get to that tent...

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Standish is secure, ma’am.

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<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Lock out comms, as well.

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<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: I do not want leaks to press about Michaels or Devil’s Breath.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Crap. Generator tripped.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: ...won’t distract him for long...

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: How’s it looking? Convoy gonna be ready?

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Five by five. Soon as boss gives the word, we’ll get Michaels moved to the new safe house.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Get that truck movung! Should’ve been uptown half an hour ago!

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Copy. We’re rolling.

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<font face="Lato"> MD: Go go go....

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Could really use a coffee...

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Control. I heard something. Running a sweep.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Bravo and Charlie are both on deck for Dr. Michaels’ relocation, ma’am.

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<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Add two more units. He carries the only sample of Devil’s Breath.

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<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: I Will not be responsible for pandemic.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Understood, ma’am.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Don’t care how many men Sable has; she won’t be able to stop Martin Li...

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Patrolling sector, status clear.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: The hell was that...

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Standing down, control. False alarm.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Looks Important. (takes a photo of another huge screen) Safe houses... If Dr. Michaels is in one of these, Standish might know which one... There’s Standish’s tent...

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Can’t believe Michaels just carries Devil’s Breath around with him.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Osborn doesn’t trust anyone else to secure it. Hope his ego doesn’t bite him in the ass.

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Again? What’s up with these lights...

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Come on, come on....

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: The hell was that...

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Huh? Who’s there?

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Control. I saw something.

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<font face="Lato"> [MJ finally reach Standish’s tent.]

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Charles Standish?

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<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: Holy crap!

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Charles… where is Dr. Morgan Michaels?

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<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: Li sent you, didn’t he... (grabs a gun) If he wants to kill me- You tell him to do it... do it himself…

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’m not with the Demons, I’m not with Sable. I’m a reporter- (shows her badge) And I want to see Li stopped. Just like you.

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<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: Watson… I’ve heard your byline... Sable won’t listen to me. She has Michaels in The Bowery, they’re moving him to a new safe house tomorrow at noon, but she’s totally ignoring Grand Central. Demons were talking about it while they held me. They’re going there to get...

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: To get what, Charles? What do the Demons need to get at Grand Central?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Suddenly Spidey jumps in, takes Charles’s gun and threateningly goes in his direction.]

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<font face="Lato"> Charles Standish: What the f- (trips)

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Ooh… that was not a Sable guy.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Charles! (to Spidey) What the hell?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Definitely not a Sable guy. Sorry, Charlie. OK. Time to go. (grabs MJ)

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Get some backup over here.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Wait, no he knows something- (they swing away)

<font face="Lato">Strong Connections
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''[Next scene. The roofs. MJ goes to her apartment.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Well that was maybe the most awkward swing of my life. MJ is not happy.

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<font face="Lato"> ''[MJ calls Spidey. She’s furious.]''

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey. OK. Another thing. “Sorry Charlie?” You knock a man out, destroy my background research, and the best you’ve got is “Sorry Charlie?” Is everything a joke to you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What? MJ. No. I screwed up. It was a tension breaker.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: “Tension breaker,” right. You know this is *exactly* why we broke up?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: ...I thought we broke up so you could focus on your career?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: We broke up because you wouldn’t stop treating me like a baby! “Don’t do this MJ! Don’t do that MJ! That’s too dangerous. MJ!” I may not have super spider powers, but I’m not made out of glass!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You snuck into the middle of an armed military... You know what? Can we not do this right now? Please? Did you learn anything about Dr. Michaels?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Michaels is in the Bowery somewhere. Sable’s moving him tomorrow at noon.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Awesome. Anything else? Was he saying something about Grand Central before I jumped in?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: He was… no, it was nothing. Listen I gotta go, Peter. Filing deadline.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: “Peter.” That’s how you know she’s still mad. “Peter”... nice work. Mr. Super Hero. Man I’m worked up. Gotta blow off some steam on patrol...

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<font face="Lato"> [Someone calls him.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That’s Miles’s Mom. Hello?

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<font face="Lato"> Rio: Mr. Parker, it’s Rio Morales. I want to thank you for getting Miles the job at the F.E.A.S.T. shelter.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Glad to. And please call me Peter. “Mr. Parker” is… probably someone more together than me.

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<font face="Lato"> Rio: I should tell you, he has reservations. I finally gave him a choice: this or more therapy. He needs this, he just hates to feel like a victim, or be pitied.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotcha. I’m the same way. I’ll let Aunt May know, and I’ll make sure I’m there his first day.

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<font face="Lato"> Rio: Thank you again. This means a lot to both of us.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Dr. Octavius calls.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Peter, I’m about to begin another test.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh, sorry. My bus broke down, and there were no cabs… but I’ll be there as soon as I can. Not getting much coverage. I should look for more towers to activate.

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<font face="Lato"> [He swings to the Doc’s lab.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Hey, sorry I’m late.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Morning, Parker. Or is it evening? Ah, doesn’t matter. Check the neurosensors, would you? We need a faster response time.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: On it.

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<font face="Lato"> [Peter takes on the scientific task – he needs to rework the helmet in a way to reduce the response.]

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Try to get it under three milliseconds.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Two paint eight milliseconds.

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<font face="Lato"> [He manages to solve the problem.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Yes!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Next, Dr. Octavius demonstrates his invention - he controls a mechanical hands through his mind.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: [sighs] I’d call that a mild success.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I’d call that unbelievable!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Otto tries to remove the helmet from his head but his own hands do not obey.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Do you need some help? Doctor, what’s going on?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: It’s become that obvious? My doctors call it “a degenerative neurological disorder,” probably caused by overexposure to toxic chemicals in my... reckless youth.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: You already are. The worst part is it only affects the muscles the mind continues to work, but it can no longer do. You’re the only one who knows, Peter. I’d like to keep it that way.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Of course.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Uhh… If you’d like to seek a position with more of a future.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: I came here to work for you because of what you’ve got up here.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: and that’s not going anywhere.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: So neither am I.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Oh Peter - before I forget. I read the most fascinating article - outlines possible next steps for the neural interface.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: I’ll take a look - thanks, Doc.

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<font face="Lato"> [Peter looks at some scientific journal.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Direct interface with the basal ganglia. Exciting... but risky. I dunno, Doc. You’d need a gallium Silk-array to make it work. Even then, odds of injury are pretty high.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Gallium! Genius! Never mind the risks - we’ll work them out in time!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Peter looks at Otto’s x-rays...]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Doc’s really sick – at this rate he’ll lose control of his motor functions within a year. And if we’re not careful, an intracranial implant could make things even worse. Even alter his personality. We need to proceed carefully.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Few minutes later he got a text from Aunt May.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Umm. Doc. I’m sorry. My, um, Aunt, just texted...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: No worries. Peter. I was thinking of taking a break myself. As soon as I check our telemetry data.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Thanks. I’ll be back in a few hours.

<font face="Lato">First Day
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[Spidey calls Aunt May.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hi, May.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Let me guess, running late?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Nope. I’m actually on my way now. Have you heard from Miles?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: No, but his mother said he was coming, so...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Good. I’ll be there soon. Bye...!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings in the direction of the shelter and see Miles attacked by several thugs.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug 1: Whadda you doin’ here?

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<font face="Lato"> Thug 2: Ho! We got a fighter!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug 1: You just made your last mistake. Punk.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Thug: What the ?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Does it seriously take this many guys to rob a teenager?

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey kicks their asses.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: (to Miles) You hurt?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Y-you’re… Spider-Man! Y-you’re… The amazing Spider Man! Y-you’re… The spectacular Spider-Man!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: And a few other choice adjectives Jameson uses. Look, that was really brave, but next time leave the fighting to the pros, OK?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: OK, but what if there aren’t any around?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Well… you can’t just go swinging at someone twice your size. I mean, don’t get me wrong... I fight guys stronger than me all the time. But, when I do it I hav--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Oh! Like that time you fought Rhino on the Brooklyn Bridge? That was so awesome!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Perfect example. If the other guy’s bigger, you gotta be quicker. OK?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: OK, but that’s-- that’s easy for you to say!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Alright, put ‘em up.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Seriously?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: First thing… don’t let the adrenaline get to you. Breathe slow, breathe deep. Relax. Hips square to your opponent, let them make the first move. Now use your feet... and when they go off-balance... look for an opening.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Like that?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay! Now only this time just let me have it. Right on the jaw, okay? I can take it-- URGH!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Oh sh--! Sorry!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No, no, no, it’s all good. You keep that up and uh... you’ll be fine. All right, lesson’s over. Gotta go!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Hey uh, thanks.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Anytime.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: (to himself) I just punched Spider-Man.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[We switch to Miles. He goes to the shelter.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: The shelter should be just ahead.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He got a call from a friend.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Friend: Yo Miles, what’s up?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Bro, you’re not gonna believe this-- I just met Spider-Man!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Friend: What?! That’s crazy! Hey, did you show him our hacking app?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: I totally forgot!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Friend: You suck! He totally would have bought it off you. And then we’d be like famous.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Yeah. I’ll show him next time. I gotta go, promised my mom I wouldn’t be late.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Friend: Cool. Later.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Farmer’s market. I can cut through there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Keep moving, keep moving! C’mon, no pictures! Just keep it moving!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman 1: I can’t believe you’re saying there’s a bright side to a terrorist attack.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman 2: Well, when you say it like that...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman 1: How would you say it?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman 2: Tourism’s down. There are opportunities to be had like half off at Decadence Spa.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Hm. Hacking app-- wonder if it still works.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He tuns on a radio remotely from his phone. The women start dancing.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Nice moves. Uh oh…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He stumbles upon a checkpoint.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Everyone have their ID’s out and ready for inspection.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: You gotta be kidding me. This is gonna take forever. If that drone wasn’t watching. I could jump the fence. Just need to isolate the drone’s signal. Wow, that was too easy!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: The F.E.A.S.T. Shelter guy? Is he the who did the bombing?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Have you seen him?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: No. What, is he like missing?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: I can’t believe Sable systems are unsecured! Maybe I’ll send an anonymous tip... Okay, hacking app, don’t fail me now. (distract the soldier) Okay, time to move. OK let’s see- can go under the gate on the left or over the scaffolding to the right! (he chooses the right path) Those things have mounted guns. Can’t let them spot me. Nighty-night. This would be so cool if it was less terrifying.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Control, I saw someone, checking it out.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: I’m in the clear! Holy - WHEW, that was intense! (got a call) Oh, hey Mom.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: Hi honey, did you make it to the F.E.A.S.T, shelter okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Uh, yeah. Almost there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: You don’t have to work at that shelter, you know.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: You said I did.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: No, I gave you a choice.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Yeah. And I chose this over more therapy. I mean it was helpful. The guy said everyone grieves in their own way. This is mine.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: Okay. I’m sorry...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Mom.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: Yeah.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Just ‘cause I don’t want to talk about it doesn’t mean I don’t love you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rio: Oh, honey… I love you so much. We’ll get through this...!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: I gotta go. I’ll call you when I’m on my way home.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He enters the shelter.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You know what, just keep breathing and I’ll be back soon Mr. Hodges. Hey. Miles! You made it!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Hey. Pete. Hey I’m sorry I’m late, man.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Aw, no-no. I’m just glad you’re here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Alright. So um. What can I do to help?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Uh, why don’t you start just by getting comfortable with the place. Meet a few people. You know what, everybody loves coffee.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Coffee. Alright.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: And I’ll be back in a little while to check on you, is that cool?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Yeah…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Oh, don’t worry about Mr. Hodges. He doesn’t bite. Much.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: You sure...?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He begins his first day.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Coffee?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Homeless Man: Thanks.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Need help?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Homeless Man: Not unless you know what the hell a quark is.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: It’s a subatomic particle.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: you know, the budding block of protons, neutrons, hadrons...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Homeless Man: Subatomic. That fits! Good one, kid.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Miles sees a man trying to fix a TV with hitting and screaming.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Ernie: ...piece of junk... Aw, hell! Damn hunk-a-junk...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: You mind if I take a look?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Ernie: Eh?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: We have a couple CRT’s at school. I know how to fix these when they--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Ernie: CR-what? No, you just gotta smack it a couple times… get it goin’.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Or… it could be a loose coax cable.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Ernie: Alright, alright. Be my guest, mister smarty-pants. Please, go ahead…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Miles fixes the cable sees a news report about his dad’s mourning.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Reporter: Tributes continue to pour in for Officer Jefferson Davis, the hero killed in the City Hall bombing, as reports emerge that he used his own body to shield others in his last moments of life.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Ernie: Hey, new kid. (points to his cup)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Reporter: Davis is survived by his wife Rio and son Miles, as well as a brother, Aaron. In addition to the praise and condolences from heads of state and celebrities, his fellow officers say Davis’s heroic actions were typical of him.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Ernie: Hero? He didn’t do nothing heroic except get himself blown up.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Hey Ernie, I see you’ve met Miles. He’s going to be helping out around here. You may have heard of his father-- Jefferson Davis.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Reporter: Captain Yuriko Watanabe called him, quote, “a true hero,” the epitome of what every police officer should aspire to be, and one of the finest men I’ve ever had the honour to work with. Jefferson Davis was a seventeen year veteran of the force, and was awarded several commendations in that time. most recently when he saved innocent bystanders from being run down by an armoured vehicle carrying illegal weapons stolen by the notorious Demon gang.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Pretty great that even though he’s got a lot of stuff going on right now, he decided to come and volunteer. Don’t you think?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Ernie: Uh, yeah, yeah. Thanks. Uh, listen kid, I’m sorry about your dad.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: C’mon Miles, let’s see if Aunt May needs a hand in the kitchen. Hey May. I gotta take off, but, uh… I brought some help for you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Hi Miles! Nice to see you. Well, grab an apron, wash your hands, and I’ll show you around.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Hey Peter? Thanks for that back there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Course.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Peter leaves the kitchen.]

<font face="Lato"> Almost noon... Sable should be moving Dr. Michaels. Better get to the Bowery and locate him...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: I’m afraid our computers are a bit outdated.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: That’s cool. I might be able to improve their performance for you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato">Collision Course
<font face="Lato">

''[Peter leaves the shelter. Puts the mask on and swings away.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey Yuri-- I’m heading to the Bowery to make sure Michaels gets to his new safehouse, y’know, safely.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I wouldn’t do that, liver Sable made it clear you are not welcome.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah, well, what’s she gonna do, shoot me?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Honestly? Fifty-fifty chance.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Ugh. Fine. I’ll be in the neighbourhood, but not too close. Just in case.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to the place.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This is the Bowery... but where’s Dr. Michaels...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: We’re ready for you, Dr. Michaels. Is that the Devil’s Breath?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: It’s called GR-27, not--- [sighs] Just be careful, in the wrong hands this could---

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Don’t worry, we’re the best in the world.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: I feel better already.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Code three eighty-one, package is on the move. This way, Dr. Michaels. What the hell is that?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [A huge truck of Demons crushing into the scene.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Hostiles! Secure the package! Get him out of h--!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Demons shoots all the Sabre Agents and drag Dr. Michaels off the car.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Welcome aboard, Doctor.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[The truck leaves. Spidey enters the scene and trying to help Sabre Agents.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Get off me, we got this!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah. Sure you do.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He goes after the truck.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yuri. I’m in pursuit of Martin Li. I think he‘s got Dr. Michaels, *and* the Devil’s Breath.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Copy that. More units coming your way.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: He took Michaels alive, so that’s good.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Probably so he can force him to make more Devil’s Breath...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Ugh. I have to stop that truck. Or tank. Or whatever...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: This is Sable international. We have authorisation for deadly force. There will be no further warning.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Whoa, whoa! There’s a biological weapon in there--!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: All units, open fire!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Whoa… why is everyone shooting rockets all of a sudden?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Spider-Man, get clear. You are interfering in this operation.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sorry, but I’m not on board with operation “Missiles in Manhattan.” Need to clear the guys in the trucks before I go after Li. What the-- WHOA!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Target lost-- reacquire.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Crazy Guy: He is coming! He is coming and He will destroy all sinners!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sorry...! Li! Hand it over! Gah! Gligh! Brake ﬂuid!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: What’s your status? Have you apprehended Li?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: ...working on it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Brakes are out!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: (The Spider is clever. Go faster! Ram everything!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’ll take this. What are you doing to me?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: Giving you a new perspective.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey falls into a certain parallel dimension, built on the basis of events at the City Hall.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What the hell?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: I must be honest. I was hoping to bring you here. My abilities lend me a certain... persuasiveness. I’ve been watching you. I was waiting for you at City Hall. You never came where were you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Is this real or in my mind?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: It was a shame so many had to die with no heroes to save them. That officer saved your life didn’t he? He was here because of you. And Norman wanted to use him. A futile gesture, in the end. And where was Norman during all this? Slinking away like a rat. He knew what was going to happen, and he fled. Norman is a hidden cancer on this City. He must be excised with no trace of his corruption to return. Norman hides behind his mask of lies. I will break it apart and drag him into the light! Put on the mask, become one of us.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Thanks but no thanks!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: One way or the other, you WILL join me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh oh...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: All the souls you’ve lost. The ‘innocent victims’ you couldn’t save.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Martin, their blood is on YOUR hands.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: You can stop Osborn. You have so much strength. I can give you the Will. Their bodies filled the gutters and you did nothing!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I can’t save everyone.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: What’s one life? A simple trade, one life for a city of souls. You defend Osborn while he sits in his ivory tower?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This isn’t real!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: Show me your true strength. Kneel before me! I will pull your mask off and expose you! and expose you’ The shadows are sworn to me, and I will give them strength.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: The mask! I have to destroy the mask! I won’t abandon you in the darkness, Martin!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: You can’t!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You can come back to the light!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: No!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey defeats Li and returns to the real world. He pulls Dr. Michael out of the crumpled truck.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Did they take it?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yes. How worried should I be?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Very.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You’re a popular guy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Silver Sable jumps off a helicopter and run towards them.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Where’s the serum?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Gone.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: “Didiskoya” (means nothing but let’s pretend its “son of a bitch”) So-called “super-hero”-- you think you save people but you just make it worse. This is your fault!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: *My* fault? He was under *your* protection… (she pulls out her pistols) Do you really need *two* of those?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Stop! We need to brief Mr. Osborn now! I’ll go with her... Thank you. I’ll remember this...

<font face="Lato">The One That Got Away
<font face="Lato">

Spider-Man: Yuri, tell me you’ve got a lead on Martin Li’s location.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: We have footage from a guy at a coffee shop, looks like he hopped into a black sedan after the crash.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Black sedan. Great.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Let me finish. We have a partial plate. and one of my patrol guys just found a matching plate, black sedan, in a parking lot near Canal and Hudson.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You’re a good cop, Yuri. I’m on my way.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Spider-Man? Hello? Is this working?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Dr. Michaels? How are you calling?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: “Borrowed” one of Sable’s radios. Listen, transit hubs are the most likely release paints for Devil’s Breath. Airports, bus terminals, train stations. It’ll spread like wildfire from there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Why the hell is Oscorp developing a bioweapon in the City? Shouldn’t this be in an arctic bunker?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Devil’s Breath is personal for Norman - it’s been his obsession for decades. The project breaks every state and federal regulation on the books, but he doesn’t care.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: If the City finds out, he can kiss re-election goodbye.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Nevermind re-election - he’d be tried in the Hague for war crimes.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Why are you telling me all this? Aren’t you just as culpable as Norman?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Yes. Completely. But Li’s actions have been a wake up call. We’ve ignored the project’s risks for too long. I trust you, Spider-Man. You’re the only one trying to do the right thing. Please: protect the City from our mistakes.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Doc left word...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Parker. I wanted to thank you I wanted to thank you your work on the neural interface has been invaluable. I wish you could see what that means right now. But it’s beginning to dawn on me just how powerful and insidious the forces arrayed against true visionaries are. I promise you, though it won’t be long. Success will come, whatever it takes.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: “Powerful and insidious forces...” I don’t like the sound of that. Need to check on Doc when I get a chance…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> []

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Damn.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Devil’s Breath IS gone… I should call MJ and warn her...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: This is Mary Jane Watson. Please leave a detailed message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What are you up to now, MJ?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[We switch to Mary Jane. She comes to Oscorp Tech Expo.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Standish said the Demons are looking for *something* at GCT... but what could they possibly need here? Should probably call Peter and let him know what I’m doing. Actually, scratch that. He’d probably just tell me to go home and chain myself to my laptop. I’ll just check things out quick and let him know what I find.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Oscorp Display: Oscorp’s research and development team are hard at work on a radical new form of battery that recharges itself from sound waves. In a few short months you will be able to buy a phone that will never have to be plugged in.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hm. Cool.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: My turn. Whoa...! Oh my god that’s amazing!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: Lemme take a picture-- not that it’ll show anything! Let me try! Here goes how do I look?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Oscorp Display: Try it for yourself, and see how Oscorp is making your world better each and every day. This Gaia Microbe Dispersal Device releases specially formulated microbes into the atmosphere, and in turn leaves our oceans and rivers cleaner than when man first walked the earth.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: This will be easier for everyone if you remain and do as I say.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Police! Over here!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: (Demons!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman’s Assistant: Mayor Osborn’s office.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: I would like to speak to Mayor Osborn.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman’s Assistant: Who’s calling?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: The man he is looking for...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: The man he is looking for...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: What do you want.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: I want you at Grand Central Terminal in thirty minutes. By yourself. Or there will be more blood on your hands.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[MJ texting Spidey “Party at GCT. Wear your best suit.”]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: (through the phone) MJ! I’m on my way. Are you hurt?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: No. I’m fine. Just hurry.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Going as fast as I can. What are you doing at GCT?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’ll explain later. Listen-- Li’s going to release the Devil’s Breath.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You gotta get out of there!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: He’s not going to do it until Norman Osborn gets here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Wait... this must have been Li’s plan all along. Make Norman responsible by forcing him to release the Devil’s Breath himself.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Sort of makes sense-- in a twisted, psychotic way.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, I’m here. Coming into the terminal now-- ...anything I should be on the lookout for?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Looks like he’s got some drones patrolling guess he’s prepared for you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Don’t worry. I’m in the ventilation system. Can you see a safe exit point?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Woman: I don’t want to die-- I don’t want to die!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Southwest corner.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: On my way. If I get any closer, the drones will spot me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: See that tablet I’m looking at? That controls the drones.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Think you can snag it?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yes… if you can distract them. And not get shot.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m ready. Tell me when.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Okay, I’m ready.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Incoming...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Over there!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, move.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: They’re not gonna take me without a fight. Urngh!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Had to be a hero…)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Wait!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: MJ, what are you doing?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Let’s all just relax.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Stop. Or I’ll shoot you too.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Listen, I’m a reporter. I have a direct line to Mayor Osborn. I can help make sure he arrives-- on time.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: How?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: First let him go.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Mr. Li, this reporter says she knows how to find Osborn. Yes, sir. Bring her over there, away from the others. Mr. Li is on his way.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: Move!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Mary Jane is taken away. When they move far enough away, Spidey jumps off the ceiling and ties the guard with his web.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: They’re coming-- jump over the railing!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Can’t let ‘em see me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Drones! Get to cover! You still got that tablet? Better work fast.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Okay, I got this. C’mon… c’mon... Almost there...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Good job. Now let’s get you out of here. I’ll come back for it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: No. We’re partners, remember?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Can we argue later...?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: If we don’t help those people, they could die.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: So could you. I can’t let that happen.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I got myself into this. I’m getting myself out of it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I don’t like this-- there’s too many of them.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Then let’s start taking them out. Quietly. They’re still too close. They can still see each other. That did it-- grab him! Take him out!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: See if you can break up that group.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’m gonna try and separate them. Take him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: MJ, did you know Li would be here? ‘

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Not exactly.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What do you mean?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I thought *something* might happen, but not like this--!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Why didn’t you tell me? I thought we were partners!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Partners trust each other. Peter.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: What do you mean? I trust you...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah, when I’m sitting at home behind a laptop.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh come on...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Can we please get back to saving the city here? Take him out! Take him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Martin Li with some guards enters the room.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: (Where’s the reporter?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (She’s here somewhere... we’ll find her soon.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Gotta; get past him.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m ready.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: (Are the drones still armed?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Sheri had the controls, but we can’t find him either.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: (If she escaped...)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (No, she didn’t escape, she’s in here somewhere, but it’s a big place.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: (She cannot be allowed to leave…) Start the timer.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Now’s your chance.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Keep them busy. I’ll take care of the Devil’s Breath.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Do you know what you’re doing?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: No. But that’s never stopped me before.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, what do you see?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I see four wires. Two blue ones, one yellow, and one red. Oh! Okay. Looks like blue is connected to the battery. And yellow to a fan. Red one has a little exclamation mark.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay, you’ll want to detach the wires from the battery first. Trace the wires to the other end and unplug them there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: ...unplug the wires from the battery...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Continuing my sweep.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: ...disconnect the battery wires... What a mess... Okay, pulled the first wire.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Now the second one.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: What?! The timer just changed to thirty seconds!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Argh, it’s a collapsing circuit.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: What comes next-- the fan?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yes, then the last wire, but you have to hurry!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: ...now the red one... !

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You did it. Wow.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Now let’s get these people out of here. I could use a little Spidey-help. You ready?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Right. I’ll clear a path...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Try to do it quietly...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Will do. Gotta be careful, or the hostages’ll get hurt. Why is Li so hellbent on terrorising New York...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Vigilance at all times...)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (You will not defeat us!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay. MJ, time to go.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Copy that. Everyone follow me!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Forget the hostages-- take out Spider-Man!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Defeat him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: MJ, did you make it out?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Everyone is safe.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Good job.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey Peter.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: When you’re done in there, we should talk.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah. We should.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: But first, find Li and kick his ass.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Your life ends tonight!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Feel bad for anyone who’s on the wrong side of MJ. Wonder what side I’m on right now...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (What’d he hit us with?!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (No jokes?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Enough, pest!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (There’s nowhere to run.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (We’re a man down.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Close in on him.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He’s in the air -- shoot him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Your bones are dust!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Are you truly so foolish?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (We must defeat him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: (Deploy the rockets!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: OK guys, trivia time. Did you know Grand Central has the *largest* basement in New York City? Crazy, right? You could fit half the Brooklyn Bridge down there! Ha! I agree - they sure don’t make ‘em like they used to. That’s old school New York gumption, for you. Anyway. I could talk trivia all day, but I gotta stop your wingnut of a boss from destroying the city. Time to wrap this up.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (What is he?!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Close in on him.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: (I’m boarding the train-- keep Spider-Man busy!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Li’s escape plan is to use the train-- can’t let him get away. Train platform is open, that must be where Li is.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Cover the exit!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Your time has come.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Train’s moving-- Li’s getting away!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: Finally.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sorry I’m late-- it’s kinda my thing. Why are you doing this?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: Paying off an old debt.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Better keep my distance for now. That didn’t work-- better wait for an opening. Gotta move fast before he recovers. Looks like he’s getting tired. He’s hurt! Gotta wait for an opening. Now’s my chance! You’re sick. Let me help you, Martin. I don’t want to hurt you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: Nothing can hurt me. Not anymore.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No brakes? No problem.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He trying to pull the trick from Spider-Man 2 the movie, but fails.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That totally worked last time. Yuri-- they still doing construction on 42nd and 1st?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Yeah-- street’s closed for another month. Why?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Next stop-- prison.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Sable Agents arrives. They takes the Devil’s Breath and Martin Li.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Get that cargo back to the lab. Let’s move!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: This is Mary Jane Watson. Please leave a detailed message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh, hey. It’s me. Lemme know when you want to talk.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [MJ texts “Not rdy to talk yet”]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Texting isn’t talking?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He text “OK It’s over, btw”. She answers “Over? OK, fine”]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: N-n-no-no-no, not that kind of over!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He text “I meant Li. I beat him”. She answers “Oh...”]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Ugh…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He text “Do you want it to be “over?” She answers “No.”]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Please say no, please say no... Hah. Okay, okay…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [She texts “But maybe it should be”]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Aaaand, not okay.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [She texts “Need some time to figure some things out”]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What is there to “figure out?”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He texts “Sure. Me too.” She answers “think we both had different ideas about this ‘partner’ thing”]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh, you think?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [She texts “I need to do some work, i’ll call you tomorrow… maybe”]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: [sighs] Great.

<font face="Lato">Breakthrough
<font face="Lato">

Yuri Watanabe: You did it-- Li’s off to The Raft, the Devil’s Breath is safe with Sable… How do you feel?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: How do I feel? How much time do you have?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Not much. Heroics for you means paperwork for me. But I just wanted to say… good job.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Thanks, Yuri. I kinda needed that. Okay. I think things are sort of under control. Maybe I should put in some Peter Parker time at the lab.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He swings to the lab.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Hello?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Parker! Just in time to celebrate.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Celebrate? Wait, where are the arms?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Mechanical tentacles appear from behind the back of Dr. Octavius.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Oh wow. So cool! But how did you--?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Intra-cranial neural network. Neuro-transmission speeds under one nanosecond. Faster than signals travel inside the brain... never mind to an external prosthesis. We did it, Peter. No one can take this away from us...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Amazing...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: And your work on the neural web was the key...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: But we haven’t even tested it yet. There’s so much we don’t know…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: It works beautifully. C’mon, take a look.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Peter is studying the development of Octavius through the tablet.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: This is impressive... Hm. Little error though. Montage spike Should be an easy fix... See if that worked... No... this is worse than I thought. Hope that stabilised it... Dammit. The spike is cascading... I don’t know if I can fix this... Come on... This is bad.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He puts the tablet on the table. Some sound is heard from afar.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Doctor? Uh, Doctor. I found a potential problem--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Everything has problems if you look hard enough. But fortune favours the bold. It’s time to show the world what we’ve done!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Otto. The neural web isn’t isolating your motor neurons. It could be affecting other parts of your brain: your inhibitions, your mood... I just think we need to do some more testing.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: (angerly) We’ve done enough testing! For the first time in my life I don’t feel like a failure. I feel like me!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Otto, you’re not a failure. But this could permanently damage your mind. Please.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: (calming down) Rihgt… right.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He disconnects the tentacles.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Don’t worry. We’re close.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: I’ll keep at it… Work out some bugs… Go ,go.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You sure you’re okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Yes. Thank you, Peter. For… everything.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Reporter: (from a TV) We now take you live to Grand Central Terminal where Mayor Osborn is about to address the media...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: (from a TV) Martin Li is now behind bars. When I make a promise to this city. I keep it. The people of New York will soon make a daemon that could change the course of this city forever.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: LIAR! (destroys the TV)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: So when you’re casting your vote, remember what I’ve done. We are all safer now than we have ever--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: You have no idea what you’re in for...

<font face="Lato">Reflection
<font face="Lato">

Spider-Man: I should check on Miles.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Hey, Pete.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hi, Miles. I just wanted to see how you’re doing with the news about Li. Look, if you didn’t want to work there anymore, May and I would understand.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: I did want to quit when I heard. Then I remembered what my Dad used to say... “a hero’s just a guy who doesn’t give up.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That’s true... assuming he’s doing the right thing. I got you that job... I’d hate for you to keep doing it if you think it’s wrong.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: The people here… nothing Martin Li did is their fault. They need help, and I’m helping them. I think Dad would want me to stay. I think he’d be proud.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I know he would. And Miles... I’m proud of you too. Any time you want to talk. Just call.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Thanks, Pete. I gotta go. May just gave me a list of office supplies to get. Alright, later.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to the F.E.A.S.T.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Peter!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: I’m getting by.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I don’t know how I feel about you running this place all by yourself.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: These people need help. If I lose a few hours of sleep, so be it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Have you heard from Mr. Li since ?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: No. But the Martin I know couldn’t have done that. Whatever’s become of him... that’s not the one I want to remember. So. How are things with MJ?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Oh it’s, uh… well, y’know, she’s, uh… it’s, uh... it’s complicated.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Honesty. That’s what got me and Ben through the rough patches.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You guys had rough patches?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Oh, sure. Especially when we were your age. So, are you honest with her? Does she know the real you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Homeless Man: Hey, turn it up. I wanna hear this!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Reporter: ...a spokesperson for the police has confirmed that this was the truck carrying the device used in the Grand Central Terminal attack...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Oh, it never ends… Peter?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [But he’s already gone.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato">Out of the Frying Pan...
<font face="Lato">

Yuri Watanabe: Captain Watanabe. Leave a message.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yuri-- where are you? Call me when you get this. I just hope the Devil’s Breath is still there... and still secure. If the Demons got to that truck... this just went from bad to catastrophic.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Police Dispatch: All units. 10-34. Repeat assault reported. Officers near Sutton Place, be on alert.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey swings to the crime scene. Yuki flies past in a helicopter.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: The Devil’s Breath is gone, but we got even bigger problems. Hop no--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Ryker’s…? What happened?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: It was a coordinated attack. Must’ve been planned from the outside. Every cell block is breached. We’re minutes away from every prisoner in Ryker’s walking right up Fifth Avenue.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What about The Raft?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Should be okay. It’s a supermax facility better security, and a separate power grid.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Good. What about Devil’s Breath?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Sable’s handling it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Do you trust them?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Do I have a choice?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[They fly up to prison. Spidey sees a truck traveling at full speed.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Uh-oh. (throws the driver out of the truck) Shoulda worn your seat belt.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He begins to fight the prisoners.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Take ‘em out! Hurry!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m on it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Spider-Man?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Guard: Attention all CO’s, institute lockdown procedures.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: It’s him or us! Let’s take him!

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<font face="Lato"> Guard: All inmates, return to your cells. Repeat, return to your cells. This is your last warning.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I think you guys need a little more “plan” in your escape plan.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Dammit! They got into the armoury!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Is that bad? That sounds bad.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: It means some of the inmates are armed with rocket launchers.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah, that’s bad. I’m on it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Guard: Abandon stations. Repeat, abandon stations. Arm yourself and get the hell off the island.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: If you guys go back to your cells and behave, we can forget this ever happened...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: This is our city now!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Incoming!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Hold still!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: He ain’t so tough.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Grenade out!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Lemme go!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Incoming!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Nice. I still see a few more out in the yard.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Who thought it was a good idea to bring rockets into a prison...?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: I like it way better on this side of the bars.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Guard: Come in? This is Sergeant Hanson-- anyone on this channel?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: This is Captain Watanabe. Where are you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Guard: Electrical access… rooftop near cellblock D… trying to restore power. That you in the chopper?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Affirmative. What happened here?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Guard: No idea. First the power went out-- then all hell broke loose.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Hold tight, we’ll get to you as soon as we can.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Guy’s a frickin’ acrobat!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Spider-Man, can you get to that rooftop? There’s an officer calling for help up there...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: On my way!

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<font face="Lato"> Guard: HEY! It’s Officer Hanson! HEY!

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Not duckin’ THIS!

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: The hell?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Someone’s trapped behind that door.

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: He’s just one guy - how’s he winning?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Felt that one, didn’t you?

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<font face="Lato"> Guard: C’mon, man. I know somebody’s out there!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: He got Jason!

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Show me what you got.

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey helps officer Hadson.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Guard: They’re almost on top of me. GET ME OUTTA HERE! They’re coming--!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Warden: (via radio) Where is everybody?! They’re attacking my car!

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<font face="Lato"> Guard: Help the Warden-- I’ll keep working on getting the power restored.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Right, I’m on it.

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<font face="Lato"> Guard: Hurry, before they kill him!

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Hey, Warden! Come on out!

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Been looking forward to this!

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: URNH! What’s the matter, scared? Now you know how it feels!

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Nobody’s putting me back in a cell.

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: How ya like THIS?

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Clear the blast zone!

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: You’re done.

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: You’ll pay for that!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: He’s thinnin’ us out - step it up!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: I like it way better on this side of the bars.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotta take ‘em all out.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Lemme show you what I got!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: He’s in the air - get him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Dodge this!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Look out!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey beats up the prisoners and rescue the warden.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Could this get any worse?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: It can always get worse.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Guard: Attention staff. A-block is compromised. Get outta there guys.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Grenade out!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: He’s just one guy - how’s he winning?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Good work-- just a few left.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Gonna wreck you!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: We’re droppin’ like flies - pick it up!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Just a couple more.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: They’re stealing a chopper!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey stops the chopper with his web and jumps in.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Licence and registration, please.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Huh?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Okay, looks like things are somewhat under control...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I thought you said The Raft was secure?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: It was. Let’s go. Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Love the optimism. But in my experience... when it looks bad... it’s usually worse. Look out!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Suddenly Electro strikes Yuri’s chopper.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yuri! Gotcha. Hold on ! You okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Yeah.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Electro: Welcome to the party. Just in time for the fireworks...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Looks like we made parole, boys!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Electro? Why is he letting everyone out?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I’ll head for the main control centre and see how bad the situation is.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey enters the prison.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Everyone just quietly go back into your cell and lock the door behind you! Okay? Please?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: I’m gonna gut you, spider!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Intercom: Power failure in cell block C.

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Gonna feel this!

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Nobody’s putting me back in a cell...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: You got a death wish? I can help with that.

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Ain’t fair!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: We’re droppin’ like flies - pick it up!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: It’s over, punk!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: I like it way better on this side of the bars.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: What is that?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Intercom: Catastrophic event detected.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That doesn’t sound good. Hi Rhino.

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<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Hope you like surprise, spider.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Surprise? What is he talking about?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Intercom: Unexpected power surge detected. Incident response team required. Electrical fire detected.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Hey, what’s your status?

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<font face="Lato"> [Behind his back the tail of the Scorpion lowers.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Me? Just trapped in a prison with every criminal I’ve put away in the last eight years. No biggie.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Scorpion grabs Spidey.]

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<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: This is too good to be true...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Scorpion-- can you hold on a minute? I was in the middle of a phone call and it was business--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Something explodes and Scorpion leaves. Spidey is left alone with a bunch of prisoners.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Nobody’s putting me back in a cell.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Lost you for a second there-- you okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not really. Electro, Rhino, and now Scorpion are all on the loose. What’s going on in the rest of the prison?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Camera system’s almost up. I’ll give you a sit rep soon.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay. I’ll keep tracking Electro...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Hold still!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: What the hell?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Lemme show you what I got!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: He felt that one!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Phew. Whoa!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Electro: C’mon Spider-Man. I thought this was a chase!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotta stop this guy...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Electro: You can’t stop me-- but I‘m flattered that you’re still trying.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: If you tell me who you’re working for. I’ll go easy on you! Nobody ever takes me up on that offer... Gotcha.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He defeat Electro but suddenly someone grabs him from behind.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Vulture?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Long time no see. We’re going to have so much f--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Electro: Still with me, huh?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Okay. I got the security cameras back online.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: How does it look?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Well… it looks like the entire population of The Raft has escaped. Including Martin Li. That makes FIVE of your worst enemies that are now on the loose.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Ha. For a second there I thought you were serious.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I *am* serious. I have to go-- some of them are heading into the city.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This is nuts.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Intercom: System reboot failed.

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<font face="Lato"> Electro: Keep chasing party’s almost over.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Intercom: System error... system error... system error...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Electro! Stop!

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<font face="Lato"> Electro: How do you like my new suit?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Dashing. Where’d you get it?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Electro: It’s an exclusive club.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Rhino, Scorpion, Vulture and Mister Negative appears.]

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<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: Remember, he said not to kill him.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Good idea. In fact, we don’t have to do this at all if you don’t want to--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: We definitely want to.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [They beat Spider-Man half to death.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Doctor Octavius?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: First and final warning. Stay out of our way.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He grabs his foot with his tentacles and throws him from the skyscraper.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Each of you has a job to do. Your debts will be repaid when we’re done.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Some time passes. Captain Watanabe finds Spidey floating unconscious on the river.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: There he is!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Meanwhile, Dr. Octopus armed with Devil’s Breath overlooks the city’s downtown street. He stands in front of the big screen, transmitting the appeal of the mayor Osborne.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: All these years, all these lies. It’s over Norman. Time to give them the truth.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He releases the Devil’ Breath.]

<font face="Lato"> 24 HOURS LATER

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<font face="Lato"> ''[F.E.A.S.T. Aunt May, with all her strength, helps people who was infected with the Devil’s Breath. It seems that she herself is not very good.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: (via TV) This is Mary Jane Watson with a Daily Bugle special report on the bio-terror attack-- As of this hour, the number of infected Civilians is approaching half a million.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Volunteer :May… you okay?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Yeah… fine. Can you… can you pass those… out for me?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Volunteer: Sure.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: (via TV) There is still no update from the NDC on the timetable for an antiserum, but they are working around the clock on a cure for this deadly disease... The city-wide quarantine is being heavily enforced. by Sable international... who maintain tight security over all transit points. Throughout the city. Police and Sable Agents continue to battle with Ryker’s and Raft escapees... Meanwhile, Mayor Osborn has gone on record blaming Spider-Man for the prison break and the city-wide sickness, and branding him a fugitive. But he has yet to provide evidence... and many believe the mayor is just deflecting blame, since an exclusive report by the Bugle revealed that this disease originated in a secret, unregulated Oscorp laboratory here in Manhattan. Mayor Osborn insists that Oscorp is working with the NDC on an antiserum, but has not provided any further evidence to support this claim--

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<font face="Lato"> Norman Osborne: Turn it off!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[The secretary runs up and turns off the TV. Norman breaks a glass of whiskey, which he holds in his hands. Blood dripping on the floor.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Dr. Octavius… why...? How did I let this happen?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Just got a call from the hospital... they said you went AWOL...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Need to get back to work...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: The doctors said you still have fourteen broken bones.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Which means I have one hundred and ninety two *non* broken ones. Thanks for taking care of me, by the way.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: The hard part was keeping you hidden from Sable. They‘ve branded you a ‘priority target’ you know.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I humbly accept the honour. What is happening to our city, Yuri?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I don’t know. Feels like the end of the world. Maybe it is.

<font face="Lato">...Into the Fire
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Spider-Man: I’m here to help.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Good. There’s gangs of escaped prisoners banding together and taking over entire city blocks. Looting, strong-arming local residents, you name it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’ll take care of ‘em. What else you got?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: The mayor told Silver Sable to do whatever it takes to find Li and Octavius. So she’s just rounding people up indiscriminately, holding them captive in bases around the city. I’ve even heard rumours of enhanced interrogation tactics.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You mean torture. Don’t worry. I’m on it. This is our city Yuri-- it’s time we take it back.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Great. My men are tracking the super villains; I’ll update you when we make progress. For now do your best to stabilise the city.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Peter! I’ve been trying to reach you all day – are you OK? The prison break turned the city upside down overnight.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m fine May - staying safe. I’m more worried about you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Oh no - don’t you do that. F.E.A.S.T. IS the safest place in the city right now. Our sister locations uptown - not so much. But we’re safe and secure down here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Let’s hope it stays that way. I’ll stop by when I can, May. Love you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: You too, Peter.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Spider-Man. The Raft MVPs are back on the grid, laying siege to our police precincts. My men need your help - now. Get to a vantage point in midtown and I’ll explain.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: On my way. Is it Octavius?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: No. Two of his flunkies. Still searching for the Doctor. I have to be honest... that one scares me. Might be the smartest Super Villain I’ve ever encountered.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah... that’s what I’m worried about. Hold tight, Captain.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He swings to the place.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: OK captain. Got eyes on - fill me in.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Rhino’s assaulting the Upper West Precinct; Electro’s at the Upper East. We need you to turn the tide. Head to either - they’re both equally screwed.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Peter, are you available? We need help at F.E.A.S.T.’s Sister site uptown.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: The Veteran’s Center in Harlem? What’s wrong?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Men from Ryker’s are demanding food and supplies. The staff are barricaded inside, but they need help. Miles and I are headed there to evacuate the staff.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Don’t do anything until I get there, May. I’ll meet you in Harlem. May sounds exhausted, really hope she isn’t sick. Need to help Yuri, then get to Harlem. Yuri: I’m nearing the Upper East precinct.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Good - Electro and the Demons are boxing my men in... The set up is... complicated. You’ll understand when you get there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yuri Watanabe: master of suspense.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This isn’t good. Transformers are charging the building, trapping the police inside. Yuri. “Complicated” was an understatement. I’m gonna have to disable these transformers to free your men.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Even if you manage that, they’ll still need your help with the Demons.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That’s why I’m here - ready to serve all your electricity-and-Demon related needs. Five transformers total. Loading them up with webbing should cause them to overheat... Four more of these suckers... How did they even get that thing attached? And it can’t be easy to fly like that - did they train specifically for this one obscure scenario? So many questions. Two down, three to go, o Man. I did not miss dealing with Electro’s elaborate Super Villain antics while he was in The Raft. Trapping the police with a network of energy transformers... who does that?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (We must keep the transformers safe!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Only 1 more... Police are free, but Demons aren’t backing down; need to lend a hand.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (This city will fear us.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (How’s he doing that?)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Slow him down!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Don’t back down!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Grenade!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Break him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (What’d he hit us with?!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He’s hurt!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Clear the area!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Do not get in our way.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Defeat is unacceptable!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He’s wounded!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Close in!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (We need support!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yuri: your men are safe. What’s next?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Get to the Upper West Side. We’re trying to shelter civilians, but Rhino isn’t making it easy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: He never does. On my way.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: I see you down there. Officer Daws! You can’t hide!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Miles left a voicemail...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Pete! Hey. Pete. Hey, May wanted me to call you. Things at the Veteran’s Center are not good. Convicts are trying to break down the doors. Mary Jane’s here but we’re getting people out through the basement; we need more help. I hope you can get here soon.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I need finish with the precincts fast and get to Harlem. We’re gonna need a bigger transport van.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Rhino fights with the police and throws cars.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Rhino’s on the move, but former guests of Rykers are laying into your police barricades. I’m going to even the odds.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Do it. If those barricades fall, the people inside are done for.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Keep pushing - don’t let them through the barricade! Thanks, Spider-Man - help our men at the other barricades!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Never seen Rhino walk away from a fight like this... he must be working on orders from Dr. Octavius. Making quick hit-and-runs on the city’s emergency response teams.

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Hold the line! People inside are counting on you.

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Thanks Spidey! Get to the other barricade they need you!

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Hey! Everyone cover Spider-Man! He can’t do this alone!

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Keep it up - they’re gonna break!

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Keep at it Spider-Man - you’re turning the tide!

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Spider-Man! Up top! Convict’s launching RPGs - they’ll bring down the building!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not gonna let that happen; I’m on it. One roof clear.

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Nice to see you, Spider! How about some payback for puttin’ me away?

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Priority target acquired. Proceeding to pacify.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: There are easier ways to ask for an autograph. Jetpacks? Who thought it was a good idea to give these guys jetpacks? Guys: we’re on the same team! At least wait to attack me til after we take out the convicts!

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<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: All lawbreakers will be pacified.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: “Pacify.” Anyone else feeling very “1984” right now? Oh, just me? Come on, anybody? Did you guys design those little energy bola things just for me? I’m both flattered and horrified. That’s it for Sable’s airborne commandos; now to mop up the rest of the Ryker’s escapees. Yuri. Precinct is secure. And I just found out what it means to be Sable’s “priority target.” Not fun.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: That’ll teach you to piss off international mercenaries.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Guess so. OK - I need to sign off for a bit - call me if things go south.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Will do. And thanks - you’ve given us a fighting chance.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: OK. Need to hustle to F.E.A.S.T.’s Sister Site in Harlem and help May.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Peter! Thank god - we need you at the Veteran’s Center - where are you?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I got held up - are you OK? What’s happening?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: The convicts started a fire! We got the building staff out, but May and Miles are trapped inside. I’m trying to find a way in to them but the fire’s spreading so fast...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Stay where you are, MJ. I’ll handle this. Damn it - move it Pete - move!

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Peter! Fire and rescue’s on the way, and I found a fire escape that’ll get me -

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<font face="Lato"> Sipder-Man: MJ, stay back! Don’t want to have to rescue you too -

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Peter don’t be crazy want for help!

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<font face="Lato"> [He jump inside the burning building.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: May? MAY!

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: Help! Here! We’re over here! I’ve got you...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hang on!

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: Aunt May you all right?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Get to the window!

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: It’s too far!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hold on.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Suddenly MJ appears.]

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Just... Brace yourselves!

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<font face="Lato"> [She is trying to knock down a half-broken beam.]

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Come on you stupid piece of - Come on - May - I’ve got you!

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Oh my god...

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Miles, come on! We’ve got you!

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<font face="Lato"> [On the roof...]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Is May... OK?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Everyone’s safe.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: MJ. If it weren’t for you and Miles. I would’ve been -

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: -as dead as I would’ve been 8 ½ thousand times you saved me. Pretty sure I still owe you a few.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Heh -- Oww... That’s smart...

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey. I’m sorry I screwed things up. It’s just... hard being the one who always gets saved, you know? Sometimes I want to do the saving.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t. Still partners?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Always.

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: Hey… uh, so I didn’t know if, uh, you wanted sparkling, or flat or spring or mountain spring so I got one of each. Am I... interrupting?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No. Um. MJ - Ms. Watson and I were just talking strategy.

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: Strategy?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: That’s right. The city’s in danger. It needs our help.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: *All* of our help.

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: Alright well. Call the play, coach.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: OK. Divide and conquer. Ms. Watson - we need an antiserum for Devil’s Breath. Oscorp’s developing something, but there’s no way they can keep it safe from Octavius and Li. We need to fund the cure, and protect it. Miles - you need to be my eyes and ears at F.E.A.S.T. Anything goes wrong, call me. We need to keep that place and the people there safe.

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: Alright, you’ve got it... what are you gonna do?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: A gang of costumed nut-jobs is taking the city apart piece by piece. Time I return the favour.

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: Alright… Hey wait - um, how do I call you? I mean do you have like, a cellphone in your… .in your pockets, or something?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Ms. Watson can give you my number. Good luck, team.

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: You have his number... are you... Spider-Man’s girlfriend? That would be so cool if-

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Come on, Sherlock. Show me what you’ve got in this water smorgasbord...

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Spider-Man: City feels a *little* more under control... Miles is watching F.E.A.S.T MJ is tracking a Devil’s Breath cure... Time for me to focus on funding Otto, and stopping whatever he has planned. Yuri. we need to start tracking the big boys. Still no leads on Octavius?

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: No, nothing. Forensics can’t even do a sweep of Times Square - everyone in that department but the intern is sick.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I might be able to turn something up; let you know what I find.

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<font face="Lato"> [He swings to Time Square.]

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Spider-Man - here to lend a hand?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Thought you might need one officer.

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: You don’t know the half of it - never seen anything like this Devil’s Breath stuff. Forensics is havin’ a hell of a time.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: News reports say this is where Otto released Devil’s Breath... might’ve left some residue I can track... Hmm some residue on this sign. Maybe I can isolate it. AT-rich leader sequence... this looks promising. Oscorp’s modified Cpf1. Definitely Devil’s Breath. Should be able to track the dispersal path now... Trail goes in a few directions; need to find the right one.

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<font face="Lato"> Man on the street: How long’s it gonna be closed for?

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Really can’t say, sir.

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<font face="Lato"> Man: Freakin’ spooky in there.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No good; dead end.

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: Spider-Man, hey!

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer: You get that crazy octopus guy who did this, you hear me?

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<font face="Lato"> Police Officer 2: You here when it happened?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Vapour trail heads up that building... Trail jumps between these buildings... Trail leads down into those vents... what was Otto doing up here? Should be a door or an access hatch around here...

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<font face="Lato"> [He find Octavius’ secret hideout.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Well this is moody... Must be some way to hit the lights... Let there be light... whoa. Was Otto using this as a staging ground? Chaos of the prison break would’ve been perfect cover to move in.

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<font face="Lato"> [He listens to a voice recorder on a table with blueprints and Norman Osborne posters.]

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Norman. Feel like I can’t turn around without seeing his face. He smiles for the cameras, collects his accolades... and keeps his boat heel pressed against my neck. Why can’t anyone else see how selfish he is? How reckless? How… evil? If only they could be made to see the Norman I know… the man behind the mask...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Looks like Otto’s been studying Sable’s tech for weaknesses. Good ol’ Rhino. My second favourite Russian. Looks like Otto recorded messages for his crew...

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Aleksei. I’ve followed your career with great interest. The world sees you as a witless dullard; I see a warrior with a poet’s heart. I know you desire freedom from the battle suit you’re sealed inside. Help me achieve my goals, and freedom shall be yours.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Mac Gargan AKA Scorpion AKA Crazy Pants McCrazy.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: It’s rare for me to admit this Mr. Gargan -- clearing your debts was more difficult than I anticipated. You are in arrears to some... demanding individuals. Once the reservoir job is finished, your financial obligations will be finished as well. Otto Octavius is nothing if not persuasive.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Old man Vulture... I’ve tangled with him more than anyone else here...

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Adrian, what bitter irony that your miraculous Wings should have wrought such horrors on your body. Thankfully, you are now working for me. When our work is settled, the treatment I’ve developed *will* cure you. You won’t shuffle off this mortal coil just yet, my friend.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Electro. Total live wire, that one.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Max. When you first conveyed your dream to me I thought you insane. But as I dove deeper into the problem. I discovered a way to give us both what we desire. I promise you, when we are done, you *will* be pure energy. Or so close to it as to make the difference irrelevant.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What’s this now... Otto must’ve used this map to plan, but it’s blank... unless there’s something here I’m missing... Otto’s rage is driving him. The neural interface is exacerbating it... but his hate is genuine. He’ll destroy the whole city to hurt Norman... Martin Li... can’t believe this is the same man I knew at F.E.A.S.T...

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Oh Martin. When I first realised it was you targeting Osborn these past weeks I was shocked and saddened. But then, as the situation evolved before my eyes I felt inspired. You took the bold steps I had always dreamed of, Martin, and you took them without hesitation. I am honoured now to jam you on this path towards true justice.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Seems like Otto and Li have more of a history than I thought... how long have they known each other? U.V. bulb... Hmm nothing happened. Must be a way to get that lamp on... There we go. Hidden markings. Otto’s tasked the villains to destroy Oscorp holdings throughout the city... he’s trying to take apart Norman’s empire piece by piece... Li’s going after the Devil’s Breath antiserum using something called Icarus? Scorpion must be trying to prison the city’s reservoir... another Oscorp-owned property Rhino‘s targeting Oscorp’s shoreline properties... which is he hitting first, and why? Electro’s disabling Oscorp power plants... makes sense. What’s Vulture doing in Times Square? Need to keep my guard up... Seems like the last stage of the plan is a direct assault on Oscorp... and, most likely, Norman... “Icarus” - this is it.

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<font face="Lato"> ''[He open a suitcase. There’s a screen in it.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Hello, Spider-Man. We’ve never been properly introduced. I’m -

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Otto Octavius. There is no “Icarus” is there?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: No. Martin needs no assistance to secure the antiserum. “Icarus” was a ruse to get you into position.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Into position…?

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<font face="Lato"> ''[There is a bomb inside the case. Spidey quickly jumps out of the building through ventilation shaft, but gets in the claws of the Vulture.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Need a lift? So refreshing to work for a man like Octavius! Backup plans for his backup plans!

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<font face="Lato"> ''[He drags Spidey through the city. MJ suddenly calls.]''

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<font face="Lato"> MJ : Pete? Are you OK? What’s happening?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Traffic’s rough. Listen: Li’s gunning for the antiserum. We need to find Oscorp’s Devil’s Breath lab before he does.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: On it right now. I’m pulling every building permit in the city - if there’s a record of the lab, I’ll find it.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That’s great! OK - ugh - talk soon, MJ.

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<font face="Lato"> Electro: Trap failed?

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<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Softened him up. Time for Plan B.

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<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey forced to fight with both Electro and Vulture. Epic air battle begins.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Electro: Teamwork’s beautiful, ain‘t it? Helpin’ ya reach those unattainable goals - like killin’ Spider-Man!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That was almost heart-warming. Electro. You really grew in prison, didn’t you? Missed me, missed me, now you gotta - y’know what, forget I said anything. He’s stunned-- now’s my chance! Need to web the transformer he’s over.

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<font face="Lato"> Electro: Argh – V! You’re up!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yo Adrian - it’s me, Spider-Man!

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<font face="Lato"> Vulture: What are you babbling about?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Nobody ever gets my jokes.

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<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Our long feud ends tonight, insect.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Feud? Thought we had a healthy give-and-take. Man have I misread this relationship.

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<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Looks like that hurt!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Need to get him to drop his guard first.

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<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Nothing more than luck… You won’t do that again!

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<font face="Lato"> Electro: Spider-Man - I must break you.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You got it! You got my joke! I’m so happy I could almost stop fighting! Almost! Gotta be honest: liked it better when you two were loners.

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<font face="Lato"> Electro: Amazing what a little teamwork can achieve, ain’t it?

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<font face="Lato"> Vulture: The Vigour of youth, the Wisdom of experience. A fine pairing.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: He’s disabled: now’s my chance. Just like oil and water. Sure.

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<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Looks like that hurt!

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<font face="Lato"> Vulture: He doesn’t stand a chance.

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<font face="Lato"> Electro: Yeah, yeah - we got this!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Again, hate to be the pessimist, but I don’t think you guys are assessing this situation accurately.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: One down, one to go. How many times have we done this dance. Adrian? A dozen? Two dozen?

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<font face="Lato"> Vulture: Once too many. Tonight will be your last waltz. Nothing more than luck… Next time you’re mine! You won’t do that again!

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<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey defeat them. The police comes.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: (via handsfree) What’s happening?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Electro’s been grounded.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Spider-Man, I presume? If you really cared about this city you’d be helping me expose Osborn for the criminal he is!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: By killing innocent people?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: I would’ve restored the power!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You’re sick. You need help.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: I have all the help I need. And we are not stop until Norman gets that he deserves.

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings away to some building.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hate it when they team up. Just need to catch my breath...

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<font face="Lato"> [He falls asleep till the morning comes.]

<font face="Lato">Streets of Poison
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Spider-Man: What time... oh man. Need to update Yuri... Yuri. Vulture and Electro are down; four to go.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I saw - also noticed a rooftop in Times Square exploded. Wouldn’t happen to be related, would it?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Nothing gets by you. It was Octavius’ staging ground - he’s using the villains to pull apart Oscorp. Vulture and Electro were targeting power plants. Scorpion’s going after water treatment. Not sure about Rhino yet, something along the shoreline.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: That’s good enough to start. I assume you’re going after Scorpion?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah ,city’s already on the brink. If we lose clean water, we might never come back. I’ll update you when I make progress.

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<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Sounds like a plan.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I should check on Miles.

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: Hey, Pete. You okay?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That’s what I was gonna ask you. I’m fine, but you and May are in the middle of it.

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: We’re busy, but people need help. And I’d rather be doing something than waiting around for somebody else to fix things, y’know?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah. I heard that. Just make sure you protect yourself - mask and gloves. And rest every now and then. All that goes double for May.

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: Nobody can make that woman take a break when she doesn’t want to. But I’ll do my best.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Thanks, Miles. Give May my love… and be safe.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey arrive to the place in Central Park.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: There’s the reservoir… but no sign of Scorpion. Better take a closer look. If I was a mercenary dressed like a scorpion, where would I be...

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<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Behind you.

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<font face="Lato"> [They have a short fight during that Scorpion stings Spidey with his tail.]

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<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Me, I’d end it now. But Octavius is paying, and he wants to torture you… which I respect.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Damn it... what did he inject me with?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Scorpio leaves. Spidey begins to hallucinate. He urgently needs an antidote.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Whoa... what the... Is that… a sea of poison? Can’t be... This can’t be real... must be the poison... but I can’t take any chances... Gotta get to higher ground, then analyse whatever he injected me with. Okay, should be safe for a minute. Need to analyse the neurotoxin so I can create an antidote. Scorpion’s made some upgrades. Hallucinogenic neurotoxin... my brains create nightmares that my body thinks are real. I have to create the antidote, fast. First I need a natural steroid extract from an Eclipta Alba plant should do the trick. ESU’s greenhouse is nearby. Hope it’s in season... There’s the greenhouse! Eclipta alba should be inside the greenhouse... There it is. Huh? Where’d it go? Is this real or in my mind?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: It can be both.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Doc?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: It’s just the hallucunations intensifying. You can get through this.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Doc? Y-you sound...

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Like I did before the neural interface affected my mind. My obsessions were always there, but the interface allowed me to fully embrace them.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I have to fix this. Fix you. Somehow.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Ah, Peter, always trying to shoulder the responsibility, even when there’s no hope. I can’t tell you how many times your unfettered optimism has kept me going when things looked bleak. I’ll miss being with you, I really will.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m sorry, Doc. I’m so sorry.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Yes, yes. You’re sorry, and yet you let it happen. Makes one wonder where your priorities lie. I mean, if I was really that important to you, why would you let me destroy myself?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I can help you it’s the neural web, it’s affecting your mind.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: You mean the neural web you helped create. The hard truth is *you* did this to me. Without your help, I would have never done any of those terrible things.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I... should’ve seen what was happening to you.... There’s the eclipta alba... WHAAAH! The plants buy me time, but I need an antitoxin to mix a permanent antidote. One of Harry’s research stations was developing a synthetic atropine gotta get there fast. Giant deadly scorpion tails... lovely. Thanks, brain.

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<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: How you feeling, spider? Raw panic crawling up your spine?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Scorpion?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: How’d you get this number?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Always asking the least interesting questions. It’s “not how’m I calling you?” it’s “*am* I calling you”? Maybe I’m just the favored screams of your dying brain...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Real or no, when I cure this poison. I’m coming for you, Mac.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Hahaha! Big talk from the little bug. Have fun chasing pink elephants.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I don’t even want to know what Freud would make of those. There‘s the research station. Need that atropine-- Atropine’s right there... Atropine’s gone... Not again...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: You’re too late. Just as you were too late to help me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This isn’t you, Doc!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: You’re too late. Just as you were too late to help me.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This isn’t you. Doc!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Ah, but it IS me. The “me” polite society found inconvenient. The parts of myself I suppressed. But you helped me break those chains!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I-I’m sorry... I’ll find a way to help you. I swear it!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Stop deluding yourself. You never help anyone. The poison isn’t in you - you ARE the poison! Everyone you touch suffers.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Stop running from me! Let me try!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: I want nothing from you. You’re a failure! At life, love, career! You bring nothing but pain!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No, stop! I’m not giving up on you! Please. Just talk to me - I can help you!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: So you can treat me like all the rest - containing me? Suffocating me? I will let my genius shine on its own! I saw you, Peter. Taking notes. Stealing ideas - a rat in my own lab.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: There it is... the atropine. WHAAAH! Got the atropine. Now I just need to mix up the antidote. Looks like I’m headed back to the lab.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Still with us?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: And nearly cured. Sorry to bust up your plans.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Oh webs, don’t worry. Plenty of surprises left for you. We’ll be seeing each other again real Scorpion soon.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Count on it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: M-made it… somehow. But I’m running out of time... I need to mix the antidote. Finally... AARRGH!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Doc Ock: I think not. You’re in my domain now. You’re just like Osborn! Trying to steal my genius! Everything that happens now is your fault! I knew you were laughing at me! All of you, behind my back!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Thought I forgot about you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Scorpion? Are you even real?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Hold still. I’ll show you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: When he stops, maybe I can hit him. That gave me an opening. Another hallucination. At least he had an imaginary glass jaw.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Not gonna be that easy!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sure it is. Now I know you’re the poison trying to distract me. Bring it on When he stops, maybe I can hit him. One down. Can’t let him get to me. Got him. The world would be better off Without you. And you know it! Nice. Just a few more left. Another one down.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Some hero. Everyone you ever met suffers.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: It’s like fighting internet trolls: knock one down, another pops up. One more...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: If I was your uncle. I would’ve jumped in front of a bullet too!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: My inner voice has really developed an attitude. He’s hard to hit when he’s moving. Hope that’s the last of ‘em... I can barely stand up. There’s the equipment I need. Finally... I’m running out of time. I’m running out of time I can feel it. I think I did it...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He makes the antidote and returns to the real world.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Where’d my suit go? I think I took decontamination a little too far. Better put some clothes on... Much better. Let’s just go ahead and forget that ever happened.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [he leaves Octavius’ lab and swings to the city.]

<font face="Lato">Supply Run
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Spider-Man: Head’s still foggy. Need to work the last of this poison out of my system before I tackle the other Villains. Good time to go on patrol. MJ hey. You mind if I toss a kinda thorny ethical question at you? When is it OK to give up on a friend?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Oh wow, Pete. Thinking of Otto?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That obvious, huh?

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yeah; understandable though. Man... the high minded, generous part of me wants to say “never” - being a true friend means being there, even when people lose their way... but with what Otto’s done... I just don’t know Pete. I guess you have to decide if the Otto Octavius you knew is still in there or not... maybe if he was ever even in there at all...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah... yeah. Thanks MJ. I gotta process some stuff. I think.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Call me any time Pete. I’m here for you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: OK. I need to get after Scorpion but... I haven’t seen Aunt May face to face since the fire. Think I can afford a quick pit stop at F.E.A.S.T.

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<font face="Lato"> [He swings to F.E.A.S.T. saving the city in the process.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Right over here - until Miles gets back, the best thing we can do is keep everyone fed... Oh Peter! It is so good to see you. How are you - healthy?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I’m good, how are you holding up, May?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Good, but busy-

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Oh! Let me g- (bends in pain)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Whoa there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: I’m okay.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Didn’t you tell me something once about accepting that I’m human, just like everyone else?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: You and Ben. Masters at turning my own words against me. I’m fine, Peter. Just a little rundown.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Where’s Miles? Could he help out?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: He’s off picking up medical supplies from the relief centre. It’s amazing how quickly we go through antibiotics.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You stay off your feet for a bit I’ll organise the unloading and check in with Miles deal?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Deal. Give me a chance to nurse my wounded Parker pride.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Come on Miles – answer. Don’t make me worry about you AND May…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[In the meantime, Miles will hide behind the boxes on the street full with criminals. He quickly turns off the phone.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Quiet... quiet. So much for “a milk run”... How did a bunch of convicts even do this? Looks like an exploding bulldozer went through here... Can’t turn back... F.E.A.S.T, needs those antibiotics...

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<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: You hear the sound his head made when the big guy hit him?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Need something to smash...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Need to distract him... Hacking app should work...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Heard something.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Time to move.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Must’ve imagined it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Should be able to hop that wall… Medical container’s in that tent; maybe this’ll be easy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: You see the way he came through here?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Gauze...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Nada.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: iodine…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Guess I’m hearing things...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: ...but no antibiotics. Need to keep looking.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Both of ‘em are. Glad they’re on our side.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: This is my kind of gentrification.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: You two! Get over here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Alright alright already.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Who’s there?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: This can stop right now. Just give us the locations and schedules for your supply runs.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: More supplies over here. Need to get past these guys.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Someone there?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sabre Agent: I don’t have that infor-

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Believe me, I hate watchin’ Benson wall on ya. Turns my stomach.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Why’re the super dudes so set on takin’ out these relief centres?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: The wind I guess.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Nada.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Somethin’ about Osborn. They wanna show how weak he is, that he can’t protect the city.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: I wish someone would make a move on us.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Getting antsy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Sounds like a lotta drama. Long as they let us keep all the supplies we find, I don’t care.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Yeah man. This stuff’ll be worth a fortune on the black market.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Come on, let’s keep diggin’ through it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Sable guys give up the depot locations?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Eventually, yeah. Gotta lay off the coffee.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Now the big guy’s takin’ the stations out all by himself.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Dude’s a walkin’ a-bomb.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: It’s that Russian blood, man. Makes ‘im crazy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: That’s offensive. My grandma’s Russian.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Your grandma? Doesn’t that mean you’re Russian too?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: What… no… man don’t talk about my family, all right?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Can’t afford to get spooked. What’s that?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Another supply tent. Crossing fingers. Couple trauma kits, but no antibiotics. Gotta be somewhere… Gotta avoid that sniper...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Looks they’re gonna divvy up the supplies.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Ohhh boy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: They better not try to short us.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Hey you guys better not try to short us!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Bro, relax. Everybody gets a take. Nobody’s tryin’ to short you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: That’s just what they say when they’re tryin’ to short you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Dude, please don’t embarrass me. Chill. Please.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: I’m watchin’ these Jokers. Oh yeah. I’m watchin’ ‘em.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Gettin’ paranoid.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: I heard that!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: More supplies… Come on crate, be the one… Amoxicillin. Perfect.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Unexpectedly, an agent flew into the antibiotic cart and turns it over. A shootout begins. Miles sees a huge man in a gray suit, throwing agents like they are nothing.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sabre Agent: Reloading - cover me!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: That is a very large man. Found the exploding bulldozer...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Supply routes and schedules. Now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Ya skazal- (I said...)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Gentlemen- I apologise. My associate is… Inelegant. He doesn’t understand the fine art of persuasion.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He kills an agent.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: STOP! We’ll talk. WE’LL TALK.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Did not need to see that…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He picks up some antibiotics and tries to escape quietly.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: What was that?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Check it. Now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Don’t think he saw me. Time to get outta here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Whoever is here, come out!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: I have not time for this.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: That tunnel - maybe I can sneak beneath him...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Come out small one… We are having fun with lights now? I will have fun with your face. Come out and I promise not to cruuush you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Please don’t see me, please don’t see me...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Where are you? Play no games with me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Only way forward is right past him...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: You test my patience. Come out- NOW!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Wait for it...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: I do not need this…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Go!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Where.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Whoa - close.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Are.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Too close.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: YOU.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Gotta be getting close to the exit...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: No. More. GAMES! Where. Are. YOU!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Oh. Man. OK… I gotta get outta here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: No. HIDING!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Maybe if I get up there I’ll be safe...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: When I find you I will CRUSH YOU!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: There - that container. That’s my exit.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: You cannot HIDE!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Need to get him to clear the opening… Go go go.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: COME OUT!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Go go go.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: It is chase of goose. I hate chase of goose!!!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Miles managed to escape.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Should let May know I have these.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He notices a few scumbags beating up a man.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: Get off me!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Just give us the wallet.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Give it ta us, man!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Miles already wanted to turn around and leave...]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Man: Help!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Miles is putting his whole will in the fist.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Hey! Leave him alone!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Big mistake, kid.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: You can’t just push people around like that.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Oh what, like this?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Miles dodges the punch.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Ha! Kid’s got guts.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Alright… Hips squared...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: The hell’s he saying?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Not gonna say anything in a second-

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He’s trying to hit Miles, but he’s only getting his face punched.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Whoa.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: You... want a taste?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Prisoner: Naw I’m good, kid.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: “Want a taste?” I gotta work on my fight banter…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Peter calls.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Miles? Hey - I’ve been trying to reach you, you OK?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Hey. So uh... don’t freak out, but um… I got to fill you in on some stuff...

<font face="Lato">Heavy Hitter
<font face="Lato">

[We switching to Peter’s side...]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Incredible work, Miles. Stick close to F.E.A.S.T. - if the convicts get desperate, they may try to raid the shelter.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Way ahead of you. Anything else happens here, I’ll let you know.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Great - thanks Miles. Yuri. Figured out Rhino’s deal: he’s attacking Oscorp’s relief centres.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Think I know which one he’s hitting next: reports of a possible earthquake and/or demolition derby at the Harlem centre.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sounds like our boy. Headed there now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: You holding up OK?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Tired. But hanging in there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: We’ll get through this. Keep the faith.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Hey MJ, what’s up - you OK?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’m fine. Combing through Oscorp records. Hey, this is random but… you remember that trip we took to Staten island with Harry?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: To find the “best pizza in the city?” Yeah, ten hour odyssey for burnt toast with cold American cheese, how could I forget?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Something about all these old Oscorp files made that day pop into my head… Harry was so excited about riding the ferry just made me think about how much simpler things were back then. No jobs. No Super Villains. We could throw away a whole day looking for bad pizza just cause. Now it feels like if we take a nap, the world will fall apart.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Yeah. This adult thing is rough… but I guess the work we do means today’s kids can have their own Staten island adventures. In safety. Kind of a circle of life thing.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Circle of Bad Pizza. Yeah, you’re right. That’s a good way to look at it. Thanks Pete.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey swings to Harlem’s docks, there Rhino fights Sabre Agents.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Pick on someone your own size, Rhino.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: There is no one my size, pauk (spider).

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Or maybe we could just… talk it out? Rhino, what’s with the team up? Thought you were a loner.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Means and ends, pauk (spider). All of life is means and ends.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: So what’s the end for these particular means?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Freedom! True freedom. No more suit. No more “Rhino.”

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Aww. I always liked the suit. So distinctive.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Be thankful, pauk (spider). Without suit I make less trouble for you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: But what about our stimulating battle-side chats?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: You are funny, malen’kiy (little one). I am almost sorry to destroy your tiny face. Almost.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: OK Rhino. Let’s wrap this-

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Never send an 8 ton infant to do a man’s job - let’s finish this.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Aw, Scorps, love ya but you do know it’s rude to cut in, right?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: What were you gonna do if I didn’t show up? Beg him to give up?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Yes Gargan. That is exactly what I would have done.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Aww. Like an old married couple, you two.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Move it Gargan!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Stupid OAF!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: YOU are in MY way!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: So you guys and Octavius, you have a name yet? The Scary Six? The Dirty Half Dozen?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: How about the “We Murdered Spider-Man and Used His Corpse For a Blanket” Six?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Gargan… please. You embarrass yourself. Gargan! What are you doing?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Get him, you idiot!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: “Get him?” Come down and help, durak (moron).

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Guys, please. There’s plenty of me to go around.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: How did you not see that coming?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Rhino’s getting his suit removed… what did Octavius promise you, Scorpion?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Money. Gargan has no principles. He fights for profit.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Untrue. I’d rip Spider-Man’s face off for free. The money’s a bonus.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: Pathetic, Gargan. I will squash the bug myself.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: We could just stop now, you know. I won’t tell anybody.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: And leave your skull un-crushed? Where is fun in that? Come here, pauk (spider). I will teach you to throw real punch.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: My jaw’s already absorbed that particular lesson, thanks.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Do you know what Octavius’ll do if he finds out you failed???

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Rhino: I failed?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Scorpion: Yes, you, freak show!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Didn’t I hear you took a poetry class in The Raft? Like a therapy thing?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[They’re starting to fight. Spidey dumps them in a container and seals it with his web.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: A little forced together time might help you boys learn to play nice. All right Yuri, that’s four down. Just Octavius and Li left.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Something tells me they won’t be as easy. They’re only half of our problem though. Devil’s Breath cases are getting worse, and Oscorp is being coy about an antiserum. I’m worried they’re seeing dollar signs in a seller’s market.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’d expect nothing less from our beloved Mayor. Leave Devil’s Breath to me, one of my best people is on it.

<font face="Lato">Step Into My Parlor…
<font face="Lato">

MJ: Pete, hey. I’ve been through city, state and federal databases - if this Devil’s Breath lab does exist, it’s off the books. The only other place I can think to look is in Norman’s personal files.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’ve already been through his office computer… are you thinking his penthouse? That building’s full of Sable’s men. If they spot me, other residents could get hurt in a fire fight.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I know, but I might be able to get in undetected.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I can sneak in, find the labs location, and get out. If anything goes wrong. I’ll call you for backup.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: OK. It’s risky, but we need that location. Wait for me to get nearby, then make your move.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’ll be ready.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Okay MJ. I’m a couple blocks away-- let me know if you get into trouble.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [We switch to MJ.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Thanks Pete; wish me luck. OK. Norman’s penthouse is on the top floor, but the elevator‘s on lock down. Need to get into the security room to unlock it...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [She’s eavesdropping on the residents’ conversation.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Resident: He’ll never survive this. Next election he’ll get destroyed.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Resident: Maybe. I’ve seen Osborn survive worse.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: There’s the security room, but that guard will see me if I go in. Residents are pretty upset… maybe I can rile them up to create a distraction.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Resident: Ugh. Every second we stay down here, we risk catching that plague.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Definitely stay away from the receptionist; been coughing up a storm.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Resident: What?! They *have* to let us back upstairs!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Resident: Why isn’t Osborn down here? This sort of thing never happens to him.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: The Mayor and his “friends” are exempt - security let one of his biggest donors back upstairs right away.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Resident: I knew it! It’s all one big boys’ club. Come on.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Resident: Left my stupid inhaler upstairs...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I heard they‘ll let you up if you claim special circumstances - health emergency might do it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Resident: Really? Come on, let’s go talk to security...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: That should do it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Security: Aw crap. Jerry, get out here - we got a situation!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Resident: Oh man- I can’t breathe… let me back upstairs!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Security room’s open. Just needed to get to the door without being seen.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Security: Everyone *please* stay calm. Sable international has nearly finished their sweep.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Resident: That’s what you said an hour ago!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Security: I know this is frustrating but please remember: Sable is doing this for *your safety*.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [MG sneaks in and finds a taser gun.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: He-llo. I know a few Sable agents who would love to meet you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sabre Agent: Swear your way out of here; we’re in charge now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Security: OK. OK. I’m gone. Goose-stepping jerks.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Patrolling sector, status clear.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Gotta turn him around...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Multi-million dollar budding with network speeds from 1995. Ridiculous...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [She electrocuting him.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I like this thing. Elevator controls in the security room… next to the Sable agent...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Sector clear, continuing patrol.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Mary Jane Watson: super spy. Time to unlock that elevator. That did it. Norman’s clearing out, and the elevator’s unlocked. Time to head upstairs. Penthouse elevator. This is it… Norman and Sable. Right on cue.

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: Find the alarm techniсian. Fire him.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [MJ’s trying to take the elevator right behind Norman’s back.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Stupid useless button...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Silver Sablinova seems to notice MJ in the elevator. Doors close slowly.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Norman’s guards have all cleared out. If he’s hiding something up here. I’m going to find it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> House A.I.: Warning: fire doors engaged. Automated self-diagnostic commencing. Please remain calm.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Doors’re locked til the system check finishes… Work order for a keypad lock. Looks like he used “Harry’s last day” as the code - that must be the day Harry left for Europe.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: MJ. Sable presence downstairs just ballooned. I think Norman’s being moved. Worried they might spot me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I might’ve had something to do with that, keep your distance. I should be OK for now. What is this thing? Hm. Schematics for a prototype combat mask. Looks like it can reveal structural weaknesses. This mask is incredible. Is it showing a door hidden in that wall? Wonder where it leads… The Fabulous Osborn Boys… “Norman bids his son farewell”... this must be from when Harry left for Europe last year. Why was Norman so dramatic about a trip to Europe? Secret keypad behind the family portrait. Norman must like spy movies.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> House A.l.: Self-diagnostic complete. No faults found. Fire doors disengaged.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Norman could be back any minute. Need to find that keypad code. Harry’s last day… Norman locked up Harry’s room… wants it “untouched“ for when Harry returns from Europe. But where did he put the key? City’s in a state of emergency, but Norman still manages to get his laundry and cleaning done for him.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [She finds a voicemail recording of Harry on Norman’s phone.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Harry: Hey dad. On my way to Dr. Michael’s for one last shot before the, umm… the big trip. Hey, if you’re gonna meet me there, could you grab my journal from my room? I just wanted to record some thoughts on the big bon voyage day. Anyway… Listen. I know I don’t say this enough, but... thank you, dad. You know, for doing this. I love you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Wow. Haven’t heard Harry’s voice in so long he sounds so tired. Let’s hope that journal is still here. Gotta check his room. Pete and I loved coming over here to watch movies when we were kids. A different world from Queens. Funny how Harry always wanted the opposite nothing made him happier than watching cartoons on the little TV in May’s kitchen. I used to be so jealous of Harry’s family. They were so happy. At least compared to me and my dad. But when Emily got sick, everything changed. Harry’s room. But it’s locked. Wonder where Norman keeps the key… Norman and Otto. They look like they used to be so close. What could have ruined a friendship like this? Harry’s mom, Emily. We used to make fun of him for calling her “prettiest mom at Midtown,” but he might’ve been right. Feels like there’s something attached to the back of the frame… Score. This must be the key for Harry’s room.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Inside Harry’s room MJ finds… a wheelchair.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: What… this can’t be for Harry, can it? Law books. Harry wants to be an environmental attorney, like his mom. Harry’s journal. His last entry is marked July 18. That must be the code to that room.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[She hears the sound of an elevator door opening. Silver, Norman and several Sable Agents enters the room. ]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: I am saying we shouldn’t rush off without a plan.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: *You* are staying here. The antiserum is ready, and *I* am going to supervise production.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: You will be completely vulnerable without me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: I seem to be completely vulnerable *with* you. I’m going alone. End of discussion.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Keep team two on standby. I’m getting some air.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Pete - Norman’s cure is ready. He’s headed to the lab it’s at now - can you follow?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not without alerting him. Somebody spiked Sable’s coffee today - her men are set on double secret probation alert.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: OK, then stay ready. I’ve almost got the location.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Sure could use a coffee… Standby control, I heard something.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Copy, making a sweep.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Standing down, control. False alarm.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Man down - control send backup!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [MJ sneaks into the secret room...]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: July 18… bingo. Super. Creepy.Gotta find the location of the Devil’s Breath lab. Spiders? Is Norman trying to reverse engineer Peter’s abilities? The labels on these cages… “bio-electrokinesis”... “optical camouflage”... What the hell is he trying to create? What are these things? Prototype hand grenades?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [She finds a tape recorder on the table.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: Norman Osborn. GR-27 research log. The whole project has gone to hell. GR-27 is a *cure*, not a disease. But try telling that to the evening news. Somehow, they’ve picked up the technicians’ morbid nickname - “Devil’s Breath” - and are using it to stoke hysteria. They have no idea what it’s really capable of a cure for cancer, genetic disorders, birth defects. With just a little more research I *know* we could perfect it. Instead I’ll spend the next 18 months on PR mop up. What a waste of time...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Devil’s Breath isn’t a disease, it’s an attempt at a cure. I almost can’t believe it… Norman Wins the fancy map contest. Looks like the Upper West Side… Looks like Norman’s tracking Dr. Michaels’ movements. Creepfest. Kinda makes sense though; Michaels is lead on Devil’s Breath. This shows all of Oscorp’s properties. Had no idea they owned so much of New York. Sable troop deployments. They’re stationed all over the City. I bet I can find the Devil’s Breath lab with this. It must be an Oscorp property with a ton of Sable protection, frequented by Dr. Michaels. Nope, that’s Just a Sable patrol. None of these patrols cross Dr. Michaels’ path… Nope, that’s just a Sable patrol. Bet I’m looking for a heavily guarded Oscorp building, that Dr. Michaels visits… Dr. Michaels went to this Oscorp building... but there’s no security detail. This can’t be it. Oscorp building… but no Michaels or Sable. That’s not it. Don’t think I’ve chosen the right categories… Commercial buildings… Wow. So many records facilities… Bravo, Bravo. Bravo… GR-27! That’s the code name for Devil’s Breath. This is it! 10th and Cathedral… isn’t that… I knew it. 10th and Cathedral. Oscorp’s records department. Perfect place to hide a secret biotech facility. “GR-27 - Martin Li incident”... What is this…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[She play the record. Its from August 17, 1986. Labeled “Martin Li. 3rd clinical trial.”]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: ...and we are rolling. Will be right next door...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li’s Mother: (Don’t be scared, honey.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Li’s Father: (It’s healing you. Just relax.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Martin Li’s Mother: [What IS that? What is happening?) Help! Please help!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: I thought this was just a consultation!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: The boy seemed ready.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: I’m going in there!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: No, you can’t. It’s too late!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Li’s Father: Make it stop! HELP!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: What have you done?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Oh my god. Norman and Otto... they started all of this they created Li… I have to get this. What…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[The spider in the aquarium jumps on the glass and scares MJ. She drops the tube stand.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Who’s there?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Come on... come on...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: ...dammit. We have a breach. High alert.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Pete. I’ve got the lab location. And… a lot more. How far away are you?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Two avenues over. Say the word and I’m there.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Great. Keep the motor running.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Running a sweep. Will report status.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Huh? Who’s there?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Continuing sector sweep.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Need to clear the balcony...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Hey! Boss, we got her.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Pete, you here?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Turning off Lex now. Are you OK?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I will be in a few seconds. Northwest corner. Hey, you ready?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Wait wait wait hold on hold on-

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Too late. You’re up.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[She jumps off the roof. Spidey barely catch her in time.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You are crazy.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: You are amazing.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: It’s all so much to take in. Harry sick… Norman and Li… And Dr. Octavius...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I know.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This is all my fault...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: No not that song again. You’re not alone anymore, Pete. Let Miles and me look after F.E.A.S.T. You find Norman. You find the cure.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Thanks… partner.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He swings away.]

<font face="Lato">The Heart of the Matter
<font face="Lato">

Spider-Man: I have to get that antiserum, and start putting things right. There must be some way to reach Li and Otto. Convince them to give up this crusade for revenge. They’ve both done so much good for the world; they can’t throw their legacies away just to spite Norman. Okay, Norman’s on his way to get the antiserum. Better update Yuri.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I hope this is good news...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: It is. Oscorp just created an antiserum.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: There’s a cure? Thank god-- how quickly can we get it to people?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m on my way to find out. The lab is at Tenth and Cathedral.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: Wait-- I just got a report of a helicopter going down in that area...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Oh no… that could be Norman’s helicopter.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Yuri Watanabe: I’d send officers your way, but I don’t have any.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Don’t worry. I’m on it. This all be over soon. I promise.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey swings to the lab. There’s already a gang of Demons inside headed by Martin Li. He kills the guards. They have Norman as a hostage.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: Open it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Have to take care of these Demons before I can follow Li into the lab… Time to KO those snipers.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Spread snipers out and engage defences; no one interrupts Mr. Li.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Understood.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Silence him!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Keep him on the ground!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (This city will fear us.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Need to get through these Demons quick before Li gets ahold of the antiserum… OK, lost ‘em.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Security breach!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (He felt that!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Spider-Man! You will not stop us!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Look out!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Get back!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Fire in the hole!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Dodge this!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: The Demons chewed through Sable… Us on the warpath.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (There will be no surrender!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (We need to slow him down.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (Clean shot.)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Spider-Man, leave *now*. My men will handle this.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sable? Li wiped out the agents stationed here they’re not handling anything.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: You’ve been warned. Super Hero.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Demon: (You will not defeat us!)

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Sable made good on her threat. Bet these guys aren’t looking to team up.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Tired of you harassing our agents. Spider-Man.

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<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You guys think *I* took out your men? You’ve gotta be kidding me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Keep him on the ground!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Got him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Attack, attack!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotta make this fast and get inside.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: You’re under arrest.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: He’s going down!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Really wish Sable would cut me some slack… we should be on the same team...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Keep him from going airborne!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Keep on him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Got him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Bring him down!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Sable Agent: Stay on him!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Demons and Sable are down… time to follow Li inside. Why are you... so... heavy…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He defeats an ENTIRE ARMY of enemies and enters a building where he is easily neutralized by Silver.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: You’ve harassed my men, destroyed my equipment, and cost my client MILLIONS. Give me one good reason I should not kill you right now.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Listen - I don’t like you, you don’t like me. But Li has you client inside this building right now, and he’s gonna kill him if we don’t do something. We can fight each other, or we can fight Li. But, not both.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [She lowers her guns.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This mean we’re good?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: You will help me secure Norman. After that: I make no promises.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Works for me. Li’s out of control…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [But the Demons don’t think to back down.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: You secure Osborn - I will talk to them.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Nice to have friends… OK Li. No more running. This ends tonight.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This is insanity… I have to find a way reach the Martin Li I know… the man who built F.E.A.S.T. .. No way to go but down...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: Turn back, Spider-Man. This is between me and Osborn.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I know about the accident. I know what happened to your parents.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: “The accident”? You sound as clinical as Osborn. My parents died because of me. Because of what Osborn did to me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You’re more than your past. Don’t let it control you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: I tried so hard to make my parents proud… to honour their legacy… But to truly honour them. Osborn must see justice.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I won’t let you do this, Martin.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He enters surreal room with memories floating around like shards of glass.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Li’s pain… his anger… it’s fuelling his power…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Spidey touches one of the shards. He teleports to some lab and hear screams...]''

<font face="Lato"> MOMENTS EARLIER…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Dr Michels make the antiserum.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: This is the only sample--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Martin takes the bottle and slaps Dr Machels.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: NO! No, Martin! Look-- I told you. I’m sorry! It was an accident! I was trying to help you!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: You don’t help people. You use them.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He pierce him with his negative energy sword.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: AHHH!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey stops Martin’s hand with his web.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Martin! This won’t bring your parents back.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: Why do you in5ist on trying to save this piece of *scum*...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m trying to save *you*. Martin. Don’t let revenge win. Fight it.

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<font face="Lato"> ''[Martin emits a wave of negative energy and throws Spidey into the other room. The battle begins.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: Osborn *must* be punished; his cancer has infected this City for too long.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Osborn deserves *true* justice; he won’t see it unless you stop *now*!

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<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: I’ll never stop! Enough!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: This isn’t you.

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<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: This is exactly who I am! Osborn’s crimes will be on YOUR head! No more!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Fight it, Martin! You can walk away!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: No. Osborn must SUFFER!

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<font face="Lato"> [He transforms into Negative Energy Demon.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Whoa… I know you can beat the Demon, Martin!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: *Beat* the Demon? I *AM* the Demon!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: That… is a big Demon. Biiig Demon.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: You and Osborn will share a grave! That’s *enough*! My parents will have justice! This will all be over soon.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I sure hope so.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Mister Negative: My will is stronger than yours!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: We’ll see about that. Can’t give up - he’s almost down.

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<font face="Lato"> [Spidey defeats Demon Li.]

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<font face="Lato"> Martin Li: Osborn needs to pay!

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I know… but this is the wrong way, Martin.

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<font face="Lato"> [Dr Octavius breaks the roof and enter the building.]

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Useless.

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<font face="Lato"> ''[He hits Li with his metal tentacle. Then he knocks out Spidey and takes the antiserum.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: Otto?

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: That look on your face... You can’t imagine how satisfying it is. Ready for your final act?

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<font face="Lato"> ''[He’s taking Norman away. Silver appears.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Hey. Hey..

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Where’s… Otto...?

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<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Gone. I would not worry about him right now...

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<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: He needs a hospital.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No… no hospital. F.E.A.S.T…

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<font face="Lato"> [They rush into F.E.A.S.T.’s main entrance.]

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<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: I need to speak with your head doctor.

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: Uh, there’s no doctors here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Who’s running this place?

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<font face="Lato"> Miles: Me, mostly.

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<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Okay. Well, it’s been a while, but I’ll do my best. I’ll need masks, gloves, whatever you have that‘s sterile...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Thank… you...

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<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: You can thank me by not dying.

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<font face="Lato"> MJ: Oh my god…

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<font face="Lato"> [Couple of hours later...]

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<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: (to MJ) He’ll live. But he needs rest.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hey-- Take it easy!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Where’s May?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[They’re going to the next room... Aunt May lies unconscious under an I.V.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: They say she could go at any moment. Where are you going?

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I need to find Otto… he has the antiserum. I don’t know if I can beat him...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Maybe you can’t. Maybe Spider-Man needs a little help from his friend Peter.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What...?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Peter helped build those arms, remember? If anyone can find a weakness, it’s him. Go get ‘em, Tiger.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [A freaking spider from Norman’s lab jumps from MJ’s sleeve and go exploring.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Alright… No that’s not it. Maybe it’s this one…

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<font face="Lato"> ''[The spider bites Miles. This is ridiculous.]''

<font face="Lato">Pax in Bello
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Spider-Man: MJ’s right. I built the neural interface… that means I can destroy it. There must be something at the lab I can use...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Spider-Man. Hello.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Man, I gotta change this number...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: I must leave New York. Recent events… give me pause. Your rescue of Osborn, despite his hatred… it affected me. I must return home, reflect on this life I choose.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Dang… I think I’m gonna miss you and your death troopers.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Unfortunately, my agents will stay. Though I question our work, they do not, and Osborn continues to pay. I am sorry.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: So close to being good news.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Silver Sable: Indeed. I will miss you and your bizarre witticisms, Spider-Man. Until we meet again.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What a strange, violent lady.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Peter swings to Otto’s lab.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: We did the impossible, Doc. But now I have to destroy it… with a little creation of my own.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Peter makes new, Anti Ock costume.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Reporter: And once again, we have live footage of Mayor Osborn being held captive on the roof of Oscorp Tower.

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: You want me to beg? Not going to happen.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: [Laughs] The world will know the truth before they mop you off the pavement.

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: AARGH!

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Tell them what you did!

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: I… never...

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Everything you have is built on lies. (screams) LIES! You stole my company, my ideas...

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: AHHH!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Now. The truth.

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<font face="Lato"> Norman: The truth… okay… The truth is, you were only ever worth a damn when you worked for me. The truth is you could never accept that I’m better than you. You’re a failure, Otto. And you always will be.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Octavius is screaming and letting Norman go.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: No-- NO!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He flies down, but at the very ground he is saved by Spidey. He runs up the building to the last battle, the battle with Dr. Octopus.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Give me the antiserum. Otto, you worked your whole life to help people. Please...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: You’re fighting the wrong man. But have it your way.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: We don’t have much time-- please!

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: I’ll turn over the antiserum when Osborn pays for his crimes!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Just give me the antiserum! You’ve already done enough to ruin Osborn!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: He always bounces back. He has to lose EVERYTHING! I see you have a new suit. It won’t help...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I know your weaknesses.

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: I have no weaknesses. You’re wasting my time! Osborn’s the criminal, not me!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’m trying to help you! You’re only hurting yourself!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: I’ve lost all patience with you… You’re pathetic!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Give me the antiserum, and I promise Osborn will face charges.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Liar! Just like Osborn-- nothing but LIES!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What happened to the man who wanted to help people!?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: The weakling? The loser? He’s gone. Enough playing!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Gotta move.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: What… are you...?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Spidey tries to remove controlling device from Otto’s neck.]

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: AAARGHH!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He fails.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Such a disappointment… Parker.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You… knew?!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: I tried to warn you, Peter. But you didn’t listen.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: ...you *knew*!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: I won’t let you win. This means too much to me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Not more than it means to me. Can’t you see all the people you’re hurting?!

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: You’ll never understand. You haven’t suffered like I have… You should be on my side!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I was...

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Please… think of the man you were...

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: That man is gone. You can’t ‘save’ me, Peter.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Then I guess you’ll have to save yourself.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You were my hero! You meant so much to me… I hate that you’re making me do this! We were going to change the world!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: You look tired, Parker.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Not tired. Just hurt. Otto! Stop!

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<font face="Lato"> Otto: Oh, Parker. If you want to change the world… you have to be the kind of man who can make the hardest decisions.

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: I couldn’t… agree… *MORE*! AAAARGHHH!!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: AAHH! NOOOO!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Otto falls from the roof.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: The antiserum…

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [He catch Otto and jumps with him into some kind of maintenance room.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: AAGHH! Peter. I saw you as a son. I should’ve known you’d turn on me, just like all the others.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Turn-? (crying) I worshipped you! Your mind… your conscience, wanting to help others… the way you never gave up!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: That’s because men like us have a duty. A responsibility. To use our talents in the service of others. Even if they don’t appreciate it… we have to do what’s best for those beneath us. Whether they understand it or not.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: No. You’re wrong. You were everything I wanted to be! You just… threw it away’

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Yes, of course. You’re right, Peter. The neural interface affected my mind. But I can fix it. We can fix it… together. If you’ll help me.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I’ll do everything I can. I’ll make sure you get the best help--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: No! If they put me away, they’ll take my arms! I’ll be trapped in this *useless* body! Please, Peter. That... wasn’t me. You said you’d never abandon me, you promised, remember? And, of course… you’ll rest easy knowing your secret is safe with me.

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<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You do what you think is best, Doc. It’s all any of us can.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Peter-?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: Even when it hurts like hell.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Otto: Peter? Where are you going? Peter! PETER!!

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[Meanwhile at F.E.A.S.T. Dr Michaels is studying the antiserum. Aunt May laying in bed near him.]''

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<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: It’s still viable-- but we’ll need the entire sample as a base to produce more doses.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: How long will that take?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Few hours maybe a day.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: What if we use it to cure someone right now?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Dr. Michaels: Then there won’t be enough to cure the others. I’ll give you a few minutes.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: You’re going to be okay, ma’am. I’ve got the cure right here.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Take off your mask. I want to see my nephew.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: You knew?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: I’ve known for a while.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I never wanted you to worry.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: I did.

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<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: And I am so proud of you. And Ben would be too. All the people you’ve saved...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Spider-Man: I don’t know what to do...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Aunt May: Yes you do.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[He wants to use the antiserum to cure his aunt, but he stops screaming in pain and powerlessness. Aunt May slowly dies. Soon, the cure for Devil’s Breath will be distributed to New Yorkers. Aunt May funeral takes place… Prinoners going back to Ryker’s… Dr Octavius moves to the new apartments - prison cell.]''

<font face="Lato"> 3 MONTHS LATER

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Cafe.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: So…?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hi. Mary Jane Watson. *Associate* Editor.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Congrats! I knew you could do it.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: What about you? Find a job yet?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Oh no, but uh..

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Waitress: I’ll be right with you, honey.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Thank you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I was actually considering maybe a career change.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Hm?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Yeah. I think I might want to become a chef.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [MJ chokes on her fries.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I’m sorry. No. It’s -- you’re a scientist. A good one.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: The last project I worked on I created a monster octopus that almost destroyed the city. So...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Yea. I mean, you do make a hell of a chicken curry.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: I do-- Still working on my dumplings though.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Going camping?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Oh... my new place isn’t going to be ready for about a week, so I’m going to be crashing with Miles for the next few nights.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: Oh, you know, you can always stay at my place. Only if you want to.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: No. I mean yes! I mean, no I don’t *not* want to, meaning I *do* want to… Only if you do.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> MJ: I never stopped wanting to.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Me neither.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[They kiss and the screen fades. CREDITS.]''

<font face="Lato">Epilogue
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[Peter and Miles are bringing furniture into Peter’s new apartment.]

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<font face="Lato"> Peter: Well I’m not an expert or anything, but I think it’s in the way that you ask her.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: I think I’m too nervous. Alright, so where do you want this?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Right over here is fine.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Right. Hey, so Pete?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Yeah?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: I, uh, kinda gotta talk to you about something I can’t tell my mom about...

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: What’s up?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: Well umm… weird things have been going on. Like, physically.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Oh… uh… OH… uh… Well, you know, you’re at that age where your body starts to change, and, so you may be noticing some… areas… for examp--

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: NO! Not that. Uhh... think it’s… It’s better that I just, um. I show you.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: No... no, no, no, no-

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Miles jumps and sticks to the ceiling.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Miles: It’s pretty weird, right?

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Peter do the same.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Peter: Not that weird.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> [Meanwhile at Norman enters the secret lab at his apartment.]

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> Norman: We were so close, but... I’ll keep trying. I will find the cure. I will. I love you, Son.

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> ''[In a giant container of green liquid turns out ot be... Harry Osborn.]''

<font face="Lato">

<font face="Lato"> THE END

<font face="Lato">

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