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Previously on Spider-Man.

Doc Connors said I might be mutating into some sort of freak.

There's one man who might help me.

I've got to find a cure.

Enough.

My work is not to cure mutants.

It's always the same.

When I need help, I'm on my own.

Wait. A man named Herbert Landon

has been studying your particular form of mutation.

Most promising, don't you agree?

Why are you going out of your way for me?

- I'm still human. - I'm not sure I still am.

How sad.

He's stunned. We got a real live mutant.

Landon, what is the meaning of this?

I intend to destroy all mutants.

Spider-Man?

What have you done with Beast?

How entertaining. A fight to the bitter end.

I'm tired of being diplomatic.

What have you done with Beast?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Aren't you at all interested in the clown who just threw a bomb at us?

I don't have time for games, Wolverine.

Good, because I ain't playing any.

You were having so much fun.

I hate to bust up the party, but I will anyway.

We'll finish our conversation after I take care of laughing boy.

The very thing I need.

- Talk to me, Lewald. - Intruder sir, area three.

There they are.

Mutants. Activate the missile launchers and turn off those alarms.

Missiles are on target.

Blast that mutant scum into oblivion.

Get out of my way.

Spider sense. Danger!

Come on. We'll finish our tap dance somewhere else.

Let me see where you got hit.

Don't bother. I heal real quick.

A mutant heals by itself? I'm impressed.

I'm not here to impress you. Where's Beast?

I told you I don't know.

I haven't seen him since last night when he told me about this place.

Perfect. You two keep Landon distracted so I can collect what's owed me.

So, what's with that clown in the Halloween costume?

He claims Landon has a secret agenda, to destroy all mutants.

I'm gonna find out for myself and you're coming with me.

If you're lying, you're fillet spider pal.

I get the picture, Wolfie.

But have you ever thought of seeing a manicurist for one of those things?

- Where they are? - They got away, sir.

Then find them. They can't be allowed to disrupt my experiment.

Why are you helping this madman?

Mr. Landon's not mad.

He wants to eliminate the mutant condition,

the suffering they must endure.

No, he wants to eliminate mutants.

If they don't exist, then they can't suffer.

Maybe it's the only way.

You must have thought so too once.

Everything he's done is based on your early work.

My early work...

Yes. Once I was filled with much self loathing.

I wanted to eliminate my mutancy more than anything.

Remembering that I once felt that way

has for years been my darkest secret.

I was wrong. Being a mutant has brought great joy into my life.

No, there's nothing good about being a mutant.

Mutants are freaks.

Me thinks the lady doth protest too much.

Subtlety is not your strong point, is it?

Hey, can't even spell the word.

You're the one with the nose. Where to next?

What I smell is trouble.

Good nose.

Wonderful!

Now I'll go play trick or treat.

"Mutant genetics research."

Computer, open wide.

Tell me all your secrets.

All data on mutant genetic code has been transferred to CD-ROM.

Nice treat. Now for the trick.

Greetings. Your computer data has just been deleted

by Hobgoblin computer virus.

Oh. I'm such a bad hacker. Bad bad bad bad...

Nice moves, kid.

You're not too bad yourself, for an old guy.

- Let's us down! - Hey. Hey, hey.

Don't hang around waiting for us.

That way.

Chemicals are at just the right temperature.

It's time to begin, Genevieve.

Are you sure we're doing the right thing?

This is no time for second thoughts.

Mutants are a curse on the human race.

Being mutant is to be cursed.

Sir, Spider-Man and Wolverine are headed for your lab.

No! You must stop them, do you hear me? Stop them!

Well, that ought to keep them out of our...

Nice tracking, Wolvie. Only problem is, there's no exit.

Then I'll just have to make one.

Cool.

We must move quickly.

I'm sorry. It's not my fault.

We each bear responsibility for the fate of our brothers and sisters.

This is not the way I would have chosen

to leave my mark on the world of science.

Yup. Claws are definitely more fun than doors.

There he is! Waste him.

You can kiss your web good night, wall crawler.

Next time, don't barge in without knocking.

Stop him before he ruins everything.

What is this? A mutant cook-off?

I am only a bird in a gilded cage.

- Then it's time to fly the coop. - No, don't!

Perfect. Two mutants for one stone.

Back off, Frankenstein.

Hey Beast, you need a hand?

I would not be adverse to some assistance.

Why does my business with you keep getting interrupted, Landon?

Ever heard of karma?

Spider-Man, keep us still or Wolverine is lost to us.

No problem, but whatever you do just don't make me laugh.

Logan. Snap out of it, Logan!

I can't move. I need time to...

Situation critical, sir.

Landon's chasing Hobgoblin.

Spider-man and the mutants are breaking the lab.

And what about the mutant army that Landon wants to create for me?

I don't think that was ever Landon's intention, sir.

How disappointing. Evacuate immediately.

I no longer have need for a spy on those premises.

My men and I are bailing out.

Operation terminated.

I told you not to trust Landon.

Mind yourself Smythe, or I may take out my frustration on you.

- Do you understand. - Quite.

Landon, I've wiped out all of the data on your main computer.

And now I have this, the last and only copy of your work.

- What's its worth to you? - My life's work. All those years.

Come back with that disk.

Sorry. Finders keepers, losers weepers.

Can't keep it still.

Any calls while I was out?

Wolverine, quickly. Grab the bottom of the cage.

Now, what were you saying about losers being weepers?

Do it and lose everything.

Go on, I dare you!

Tata Landon. It's been real...

No!

You scientists always get too immersed in your work.

My, my. Right where I've always wanted you.

Care to play a little game of catch?

You animal!

Ah! The chance of profit is gone, therefore... so am I.

So long suckers. Be seeing you.

How about some action down there? I'm getting tired.

No problem.

Excellent work, Spider-Man.

Quite a ride eh, Hank?

Not one I would care to duplicate, Logan.

What is that stuff?

The end result of a plan to destroy mutant life as we know it.

Dr. Landon's in there. We've got to get him out.

Help! Noooo!

What is happening to him?

Landon was so anxious to create something toxic for mutants,

that he failed to determine its effect on normal human cells.

Do something. You're mutants. Use your powers.

There's nothing we can do.

How ironic. He's becoming what he hated most. A mutant.

Look. He's absorbing energy from the control panel.

- A lot of pain... - Mr. Landon. He can help you.

It was his work that created all this, remember?

- What? - Forgive me, Logan.

I will explain when this is over.

Remind me not to ask.

That's no way to treat a lady, pal.

- You sure showed him. - Shut up, you puny little geek.

I'm relieved for the pain.

It's my worst fear, turning into some mutated thing like that.

And now I've got to stop it.

He's heading for midtown, Hank.

Apparently, only the infusion of electrical energy can ease it's pain.

If we don't do something, it's gonna drain the entire city's power.

If it does, it will become immense and unstoppable.

Get out of my way!

This's John Beard with the J3 News Network live report.

A monstrous creature apparently drawing energy

from the city's electric power grid,

has escaped from the Brand Corporation,

where Herbert Landon has been carrying on mutant genetic research.

The creature is now terrorising the city and heading for Times Square.

And the police are unable to stop it.

Are you getting this news feed, Rogue?

I'm getting it loud and clear.

That is one ugly crit.

Beast and Wolverine are down there. They'll need your help.

We're on our way, Professor.

Why don't you take on somebody your own size, big fella?

Gotcha!

I'll bet you say that to all gals.

We came as soon as we heard the news. What can we do?

Landon was using physio- electrical energy

to stimulate the mutant cells to self-destruct.

Now he needs it to hold his own cells together.

Yes. That would explain Landon's craving for electricity.

He is a walking storage battery.

Well, what if we shut off his power?

It would slow his growth, but not stop it.

However, if we short circuited the physio-electrical energy field...

Right. I'll just climb up there, hand him the wire and say "hold this".

Wait. We can do it remotely.

If we have microwave antenna

adjusted to the right frequency

and a transmitter big enough to hold all that energy...

Yes, that would work.

We have both in the Blackbird. Come with me.

So, there appears to be a keen scientific mind

behind that garish mask, eh my friend?

Takes one to know one, blue boy.

- Set the frequency at 28 microfarads. - Done.

Begin sequence to align the two antennae.

- Antennae aligned. - Now it's their turn on the ground.

Founder of lightning illumination night.

These ought to make him see spots.

Gambit gonna deal you a real fine hand.

I got her.

Perfect. Now we must make sure that Landon isn't grounded.

- Rogue, your turn. - Be careful.

Don't worry about me, sugar. One beaten, twice shy.

- Haul away! - Full power. Now!

It's working.

- What's wrong? - The creature's too heavy.

We're going down!

I can't keep her aloft.

Brace yourself for a crash!

No! No more suffering.

Something has taken control of the ship.

We're levelling off.

You mean they won't be picking us up with blotters?

I like it.

Thank you for saving us.

And for accepting what you are.

- You know? - Know what?

She's a mutant, a telekinetic.

I suspected as much for a long time.

A mutant. Of course!

It all make sense now.

You were the one who rescued me in the auditorium,

when the ceiling caved in.

It's true. I am a mutant.

That's why I first went to work for Landon.

I hoped he really did have a cure.

I can relate to that.

His problem has been solved.

But what about the monster within me?

You are possessed by no monster.

Only your own fear and confusion.

We will introduce you to Professor Xavier.

He can help you.

Maybe somewhere, there's someone who can help me too.

I'm sorry we got off to such a rocky start.

You're a heck of a team player.

You got that right. A regular ace.

- Nice working with you, kid. - Real nice.

Thanks. I donno what to say.

Just remember, no matter what problems you've got,

or mistakes you made,

you don't have to carry the load by yourself.

You got friends if you need them. Right, Hank?

You are correct, Logan. And thank you.

NOTED SCIENTIST TO LEAD AFRICAN RELIEF EFFORT

Dr. Mariah Crawford?

Well, here goes nothing.

Spider-Man. I'm glad you came.

But our time is short. I must leave for Africa in three days.

What took you so long to call me for help?

I had to be reminded that when I'm in trouble, I'm not alone.

I need to turn to my friends.