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Toomes, you're leading your company into financial ruin!

Funding research to reverse aging? A fantasy.

Developing technology to defy gravity?

A pipe dream.

And what about this science grant you're giving away tonight?

More dollars uselessly squandered.

Gentlemen of the board.

Let me buy Toomes Aerodynamic,

fold it into OsCorp and make a greater profit.

Don't be led by someone who's so old and feeble,

he can't even attend meetings in person.

How dare you?

You are nothing but a corporate vulture.

You think anti-gravity is a pipe dream? Huh!

Mark my words, Osborn.

There's only room for one bird of prey in this company, and I am it.

Toomes, are you threatening me?

Toomes! Toomes, are you there?

Toomes!

Look at that kid. Not a care in the world.

Me? I can't survive without a daily dose from the neogenic recombinator.

What was that? The Hobgoblin?

- It works! I've done it. - Get away!

Kid. Are you okay?

From roller blade to geriatrics in seconds? But how?

This is none of your business.

Well fine, but don't blame me if you get a splinter in your wing.

Who is this flying flamingo?

Okay Spider-Man, let's see how you like my cutting edge technology.

No, no! Not long enough.

He got out of range.

Whoever he is, he's fast.

What... what happened to me?

I don't know, but I want the name of the vitamins you took this morning.

What kind of technology did that flying freak use on this kid?

I need to absorb the energy of a fully grown adult

to give myself more time.

Then I'm coming for you, Osborn.

I am coming!

Gotta get moving if I'm gonna make it to the awards ceremony in time.

I'll win the board vote tomorrow.

Toomes. He's too feeble to launch any kind of a fight.

He's doomed.

What the devil?

Who... who are you?

What do you want?

Your head, Osborn!

And now, to award the Toomes' grant for scientific achievement.

The winner is Dr. Curt Connors and Empire State University.

Yes, neogenic technology lives!

And so can I.

Thank you. Thank you.

To help me furthur neogenic research,

I have chosen as my lab assistant, Debra Whitman!

Sorry, Peter.

Next time show up for class once in a while.

Once again, my academic life takes a dive because of my web slinging.

I know you're in there. Come out. Come out!

Time is one thing I cannot waste.

When we started this,

I was sure Michael Morbius or Peter Parker would win.

No way. You're the best.

Parker, are you trying to blind me?

Congratulations, Debra.

I'm so glad it was you.

Flash, this evening's reminded me so much of Michael. I'm drained.

Would you take me home, please?

Sure thing, Felicia.

Great work, Deb.

- See you later. - Uh right. Later.

Poor Felicia. I guess she's still not over the loss of Morbius.

But hey, congrats Whitman.

It looks like you got it all now.

I don't have everything I want, Peter.

Well how do you like that?

I think Deb's actually interested in Flash.

The big goof doesn't realize it either.

Ah poor Deb.

Ah, well I know how she feels.

I still can't believe I practically flung Mary Jane

into the arms of Harry Osborn.

MJ, uh, I can't go out tonight.

Parker, what's with you?

You've been avoiding me for days.

- Felicia. - I missed Michael so much.

I'll do whatever I can to bring Michael back, I promise.

Mary Jane, are you okay?

Harry, how would you to take a gal to dinner?

I'd love to.

I need some air.

Uh-oh. Trouble!

Please.

That bird guy.

With Harry's dad? Bad combination.

Who are you?

Much like yourself, I'm a vulture, but more dangerous.

Your stock is about to take a plunge, Osborn.

Don't go anywhere.

You again! Stop meddling in my affairs.

Not till you explain that aging trick.

I hate mysteries.

No! I need more time.

More time!

Er, don't leave. Get me down!

I must have more time.

No. I can't catch him in the flesh,

but maybe I can him on film.

The Vulture huh?

I wonder who he is when he's at home?

Well computer enhancement might help.

Now, let's see if the Bugle's image data bank can ID him.

It's got a 30% probability of error.

but it's the best I can do.

Adrian Toomes? Is that possible?

Isn't it exciting?

We finally got a lab sophisticated enough

to house all of our neogenic research.

Flash, that's not a video game.

Sorry. Look, when can I set up another tutoring session with you?

I'm afraid Miss Whitman will be too busy for that sort of thing.

I am Arthur Avis, Mr. Toomes new second in command.

Mr. Toomes told me you were intelligent, Miss Whitman.

He forgot to tell me you were beautiful as well.

Why, thank you, Mr Avis.

Please, call me Arthur.

I hope I'll be seeing a lot more of you.

And, no offence, a lot less of you.

What an arrogant, egotistical...

You know what they say, Flash.

"It takes one to know one".

Peter, what a surprise.

Are you here to see what you're missing

by not being Doc Connors' assistant?

Hey, play your cards right and maybe you can wash Deb's test tubes.

Debra, I dont think this place is safe.

Have you noticed anything peculiar going on?

Anything weird?

Peter, you are weird. And you're obviously a sore loser.

Now get out, both of you. I've got work to do.

- But I'm not with... - Debra, wait.

Now look what you've done, flea-brain.

Flash, I'm worried about her.

I think somebody here has a hidden agenda.

Of course, it's that Avis geek.

Did you see the way that he looked at her?

I mean, why didn't Deb tell him to take a hike?

Well, probably because she wanted to make you feel as jealous

as you made her feel at the award ceremony.

What?

You should have seen how she looked at you and Felicia.

She did? Really?

Ah, but what would somebody as brain pumped as Debra Whitman

ever see in a jock like me?

Hey, she definitely likes you pal, so she's can't be that smart.

Are you enjoying my life, Dr. Connors?

Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.

Thank you for meeting with me.

I've been anxious to discuss our plan for neogenic research.

Neogenics is my hope for the future.

And of course, your legacy.

Don't rush me to the grave so soon.

Norman Osborn is making that mistake.

He dares to take my company from me, but he will fail!

Mr. Toomes, are you okay?

I'm sorry doctor, but my time is short and you are available to me now.

A man of your soon to be advanced years must avoid shocks.

So this neuro-neutralizer will keep you safely paralyzed.

Surely, as a man of science, you can appreciate my plan.

Look. See my beautiful talons.

They are the end result of a lost technology

deciphered from the Tablet of Time.

Got yourself a real bargain there.

A real bargain.

These and my anti-gravity wings

are the best weapons I have to crush Osborn quickly.

The very advances he scoff at will destroy him.

But I estimate that your life energy

will only give me 30 minutes of youth.

Osborn will expect me to attack him again.

But I have a better plan.

Thanks to my corporate spies,

I know where to find his son, Harry.

Well, there's Harry.

We all know why he's here.

The question is, why was Mary Jane so eager to have me show up?

As if I didn't have enough to worry about

with this human buzzard circling over my head.

Maybe she's in some kind of trouble.

Nah. With my luck,

she's gonna tell me that she and Harry

have a big announcement to make.

Peter, look at this.

It's a letter from my dad.

Your dad?

But Mary Jane, I thought he abandoned your family

- when you were just a... - A kid, ya.

Can you believe it?

I don't see him for years and now out of the clear blue

he wants me to meet him this Wednesday night at 8:00.

Why are you telling me this?

I need somebody to be with me when I meet him for the first time.

I want it to be you.

You've lost both your parents.

If anyone can understand what I've been through, it's you.

But, what about Harry?

Harry and I...

Five minutes everyone. Five minutes!

We'll talk after the play.

It's Goethe's Faust.

Not a lot of laughs, but you'll love the tunes.

How do you like that?

Maybe there is a chance for us, after all.

"In all my life,

there's nothing has given my heart so keen a pang of loathing

as his repulsive face has done."

"Nay, fear him not, my sweetest one."

Not again.

This isn't how we rehearsed it.

Osborn!

You are mine!

No, please!

What is it with you and the Osborns?

Are you trying to start a collection?

Sorry, guy. Just pretend you're the lead in Peter Pan.

Oh, Harry!

No time to finish.

Well, I guess he had a cake in the oven.

Mary Jane!

And... and I thought Faust might be boring.

Harry, I was so worried about you.

The story of my life.

Save the world, lose the girl.

Peter Parker here. Please leave a message.

Parker, I just saw some creepy giant bird land on Toomes' penthouse.

Was this what you were trying to ask me about?

Well anyway, I thought I give you the story before I call the cops.

Get over here and bring your camera.

"Get over here and bring your camera."

Debra!

I should have stayed here and kept an eye on her.

If anything's happened... huh?

Thompson! What are you doing here?

Spider-Man! I was only looking for someone. See?

For me? You shouldn't have.

No. For a girl named Debra Whitman, who works in this place.

She didn't show up for her tutoring session.

And now I find you here. Something's gotta be wrong.

- We have to find her. - We?

Yeah, you and me.

We make a heck of a team.

Remember when we faced the Spider Slayers together and...

Flash, I remember. Go home.

- Alright. You can count on me. - Good!

You can count on me to be like you

and save the people that I care about.

Debra? Stop!

Great. I'm trapped in a gigantic video game.

At least I don't need any quarters.

A light sensitive grid.

Hooked into the guns, tracking my every move.

Toomes doesn't mess around when it comes to security.

Let's see. If I use a little geometry to my advantage.

Have to figure the angles just right.

There! This is the spot.

Good thing I'm a maths wiz.

Spider-Man? Still alive?

The boyfriend? He might come in handy.

That disc!

I remember reading theoretical papers published by Toomes Medical.

I think they call it a neural neutralizer.

Huh, it pays to stay informed.

Spider-Man? Where is Toomes?

What did he do to me?

There's no time to explain.

Just get out of here!

Anybody there? Debra?

Flash!

No! Don't look at me!

Debra, what's wrong?

What happened?

He made me old.

Please do something. Help me!

Calm down. Don't worry.

I'll get you to a hospital or something.

He stole my life.

It's over!

Don't say that.

I care for you too much to lose you.

What do you mean?

I guess I... Debra, you're changing!

Out of my way girl.

I need your boyfriend's youth. His strength.

Uh uh. You didn't say, may I.

Leave me be. I'm fighting for my survival!

You don't understand. Nobody does!

You're all out to get me.

You got that right.

What did you just do?

I've activated a self-destruct bomb.

60 seconds and this place blows sky high.

Release me, and we'll both have a better chance of escape.

He's not bluffing. My spider sense's going crazy.

- Well? - No dice.

You see? This works on a superhero's brain too.

Sorry. I came back to see how you were doing. You okay?

Get out of here. Run!

Rescued by Flash Thompson.

How embarrassing.

No signs of Toomes. Danger!

Thank you my friend.

Your super strength makes me feel stronger than ever before.

The night is young, and so am I.

Now. Let's see what you look like under this mask.

TO BE CONTINUED...