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Previously on Spider-Man.

Whoever conceives the most original neogenics experiment

gets the job as my assistant.

I thought you would be my competition, Parker.

- Ah! A bat! - I'm studying them.

Better not take any chances.

What are you up to?

Parker's DNA might give a person tremendous power.

I will expose this to the neogenic process.

Get out of there.

No! I hunger for plasma.

Who are you?

Bite made me like the vampire bat.

Morbius with a sample of my blood?

He's headed back to the university.

I'll feed on you!

Incredible. He's completely normal again.

I'm here to see Michael Morbius.

He's gone.

- Somebody took him? - Spider-Man.

I'm mutating.

My serum seems to reverse the mutation process.

Taking it could be a mistake.

I thought the serum was going to help me.

No!

Peter, I heard a noise. Are you in there?

Oh dear.

Peter, are you developing your pictures?

Honestly, May Parker, you're jumping at shadows.

What would Peter think if he saw you now?

Sorry, Aunt May. Peter Parker doesn't exists anymore.

A million bucks.

Never thought I'd meet a woman who was worth that much.

Yeah. Wish I was married to a rich guy.

You could be, baby.

Soon as her old man pays me a ransom,

especially after that Colombian deal.

Is that a proposal?

Hehe haha, Big Daddy, you blow me away.

- Who the heck is that? - Just waste him!

No! I... I give up.

No really, I give up!

And then what? Get some weasley lawyer?

Spend a year or two in prison

and then you're back on the streets again?

Sorry, in this war, there's no surrender.

Help me! Please somebody, help me!

- Thank you so much. - My pleasure.

- Chip? - Frank, got another job for you.

This isn't your usual type of target.

This is a special one.

What do you know.

I was wondering when he and I would tangle.

I'll make dog meat out of him.

This is horrible! Mariah Crawford was right.

I took her serum too soon.

Spider sense. But why? There's no danger.

Except my brain. It won't stop!

Hello? Who is it?

You're in big trouble if you can't guess, tiger.

- Mary Jane! - You win the prize.

And for answering correctly,

I'm treating you to a nice new romantic film tonight.

I can't believe it. Of all times!

MJ, uh I can't go out tonight.

Parker, what's with you?

You've been avoiding me for days.

I thought you and I were...

I mean, last week, when we were out at Coney Island...

I'm sorry. It's just that my hands are full at the moment.

- I gotta go. - Don't you dare hang up on me.

We need to talk about us.

I'm coming over there right now.

Any other time, I'd jump at the chance to be with her.

But she can't see me like this.

I'm sorry, MJ.

That's weird. Argh!

Forgive me.

Dr. Crawford?

Spider-Man!

Good thing I've gotten used to you sneaking up on me like...

Ah... oh!

Just as I feared.

The serum accelerated your mutation instead of retarding it.

Think I've ruined my career as a swimsuit model?

Argh! Argh.

Please! Help me.

Sit. I need a blood sample.

Pick an arm. Any arm.

When I heard what you did to Michael Morbius,

I thought you already mutated into...

Morbius! So you know? How did you find out?

It's been on all the news.

They say you're responsible.

They'll blame me for the common cold if they could.

You mean it wasn't you who kidnapped him from the hospital?

Kidnapped? Morbius is missing?

You didn't know?

And I'm here with the victim's girlfriend, Felicia Hardy.

Miss Hardy, why do you think

Spider-Man kidnapped your boyfriend from this hospital?

I have no idea.

Heaven forgive me, but I hate Spider-Man for doing this to Michael.

I hate him with all my heart and soul.

People of New York, haven't we had enough of this wall crawling menace?

Surely there's some way to rid ourselves of Spider Man,

some way we can protect the lives of innocent people like Michael Morbius.

If ever there was a cure for it, this is it.

If you bring Spider-Man in alive,

it will be a big step towards redeeming yourself in the eyes of the law.

That doesn't matter to me.

All I care about is stopping the slime bags who prey on innocent lives.

Fine. But as your partner and your friend, I care about you.

I don't want you to end up in jail or worse.

This is one job to patch up your reputation.

Yeah yeah yeah.

Use the non-lethal weapon system, okay?

Alright, do it your way.

Just this once.

And so, people of New York,

lock your windows, barricade your doors.

What? One moment please.

Folks, this is a breaking story.

Spider-Man has apparently reappeared outside the scene of the crime.

We go now live to Manhattan Hospital.

Folks, it can only be Spider-Man, the wanted criminal himself.

That's Morbius!

Felicia.

It's Spider-Man! Who else can climb on the building like that?

Stop him!

Where are you going?

To Morbius. I've got to help him.

- But you're ill! - So is he. Thanks to me.

I have to help him.

Folks, there you see him fly, the menace himself.

Lt. Lee, he's up there.

What are you waiting for? Hit the lights!

You! What has happened to you?

Let's just say that you don't own the franchise on weirdness.

Wrong arm! It used to be a simple choice of right or left.

Got him!

What in the name of...

He's turned into a freak!

I can't sing, I can't dance. Time to get out of the spotlight.

Six arms?

War journal entry 1195.3.

Spiderman spotted at 20:30 hrs.

Doesn't matter how many arms he's got, I'm gonna take him.

Spider-Man, the days of terrorizing the innocent are over.

Do not tell. The Skull.

The corny line or your name must be Bonehead, right?

Turns out to be a bad guess.

Cool toy, but I'm out of here.

Battle van, flare. Place it 200 ft above target being tracked.

Seems like this guy wants to light up my life.

Out of web fluid. Nice timing.

Battle van, [indistinct] supersilicon projector.

Key on my signal and launch.

J3 Eagle to ground,

We spotted unknown figure with Spider-Man.

Can you identify him, over?

More pain. My sides. Why now?

That's right. I said a skull. On his chest.

No, no, it's not a tattoo, The skull's on his shirt.

I want an ID pronto.

Robbie, get me something on this skull guy. Anything, ASAP!

Battle van, mini-stinger with Teflon blade load.

Key to my signal. Any wind compensation from aerial target.

LETHAL WEAPON

Don't do it, Frank. Please, don't do it.

I'm a sitting duck up here. I got to move.

That signal's aiming the signal launcher at us.

Gotcha.

Guts on fire. Can't get away.

I'm pulling up.

You see? I've got a web of my own.

Nice and peaceful, Frank.

I've been worried for you, big guy.

Jonah, your mystery man? His name's Frank Castle.

He's a self-style vigilante.

Calls himself The Punisher.

He's wanted by the FBI.

And even the CIA wants him for questioning

in the disappearances of various crime figures.

A crime fighter, huh? And now he's after Spider-Man?

Maybe we can play up that angle and turn him into a hero.

Not with this guy. He's known for using lethal force.

He shoots first and never asks questions.

What about Parker? Is he getting any pictures of this?

- I couldn't find him. - Typical.

About time these extra hands come in handy for something.

Who are you?

I punish those who prey on the innocent.

What has that have to do with me?

You kidnapped that student.

Next time, get the facts before you decide to punish someone.

This isn't the end, wall crawler.

I'm coming after you, and next time I'm using lethal force.

I'm so scared, I may start biting my finger nails.

And man, have I got finger nails.

Battle van, escape equipment, item 4.

Program two. Key on my signal.

Hang on, old buddy.

Stop him. Stop him!

Battle van, escape tactics, go!

- What have you got? - Another victim of severe plasma drain.

Morbius! He's still out there.

I've got to find him.

The pain. I need Dr. Crawford.

When I put myself first before, and Uncle Ben paid the price.

It was when I first got my powers.

I became a costumed wrestler to cash in and make big bucks.

Hey pal! Grab him! Don't let him get away.

Hey sorry pal, I'm a wrestler not a cop.

I figured why should I get involved.

But that night, the police were at Aunt May's.

- Bad news, son. - A crook has broken in.

My Uncle Ben tried to stop him, but the guy was armed.

The cop told me the creep had been chased to a warehouse.

Whoever it was, I wanted him first.

And I got him too.

It was the crook from the arena.

Losing Uncle Ben was my fault because I didn't do what was right.

It won't happen again. I've got to get Morbius.

How am I going to find him?

His tape recording, it's all I have.

But where could Peter be?

He's never out this late without calling me.

I swear he was here, Mrs. Parker.

I talked to him on the phone.

But why would he hide from me. And then leave?

It's just not like him.

Something's wrong, I can feel it.

I'll stay with you.

Whatever happens, we'll face it together.

I feel like a heel, but I can't let them see me like this.

I'll have to do this quietly.

(TAPE) He's strong. - Lucky you're a maths whiz.

Why don't you use some of that to solve this puzzle.

I battled Morbius here.

Working backwards on the tape.

Need to find a distinct noise.

There!

Now, I'll time how long it takes between that loud music

and my battle with Morbius.

Computer, activate transmitter.

War Journal Entry 1994.3.

Spider-Man is stationary in residential Queens' neighbourhood.

Soon he will be permanently stationary.

Okay, I've pinpointed some other sounds,

estimated Morbius's gliding speed and extrapolated the distance he flew.

Well, maths whiz, here goes nothing.

Target's moving again, heading south south-east.

He's getting away!

This is it. The loud music that was on the tape.

Okay, next sound. Running water.

War Journal Entry 19958.4.

The web slinger's going in circles.

Yes! One more sound to pinpoint and I should be able to find Morbius's lab.

One last sound on the tape.

Rodent screeching? No, a rodent with wings.

A bat! Any self-respecting bat would go... up high.

Must have lost his marbles.

It's over, Michael!

Spider-Man!

How did you find me?

Let's say figuring that out drove me batty.

Now, I'm going to take you where you can get help.

No, I'm not ready!

You ready or not.

You fool!

I was working on a cure.

Do you think I want to be this way?

Now I'm doomed to this gnawing hunger

unless I feed!

- Urgh. - No!

I must stop myself!

I must!

Not the bonehead again. Not now.

Frank. You're using lethal ordnance again, aren't you?

Frank, do you copy? Frank?

Frank?

Gotcha!

Can't let it end like this.

Come on out.

I'll make it quick and clean.

TO BE CONTINUED...