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My name is Peter Parker.

You don’t remember me. But I need to tell you something crazy.

It’s the truth.

You’ll believe me because

you always know when I’m lying.

Evie, check my targeting matrix calibration.

It doesn’t feel properly centered.

Hey, Evie. Take five.

We used to know each other.

We were together.

Something terrible was coming.

The only way to stop it was to make everyone forget me.

First. Then last.

Let’s go.

Oh my gosh—we’re here!

We made it.

MJ. Come on.

Including you.

Pretend you’re not the happiest you’ve ever been right now.

I can’t.

No. We can’t.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

I’m not just Peter Parker.

I’m Spider-Man.

And sometimes Spider-Man has to do the hard—

thing, even if it shatters Peter Parker’s heart.

Maybe that’s my responsibility.

To live with the truth—alone.

But the truth is, MJ—I love you.

And I hope somewhere inside you remembers you love me too.

Suspect: 5’8 to 5’10, medium build.

Until then… I’ll just be Spider-Man.

Get your hands off me!

Get your hands off me!

Members

of the press are asking why we invited Spider-Man yesterday.

Hey.

You live on the same floor.

Does nobody ever come up here?

Not unless they like specimens.

We just use this place for storage.

Perfect.

Hey, everyone. Softwarehead is back.

Older. wiser. flyer.

Let’s go!

Whoa—what?

It’s on your face.

How do you feel about it?

I mean… you look like an assistant coach.

You sure you want to do this, Scorpion?

Did you miss me, Spidey?

If I drop you from here, how long do you think you’ll last?

I don’t know.

You tell me.

Let’s end this on a high note. Huh?

All

the evidence you need is in the trunk of his car.

Are you trying to take my job, Spider-Man?

Hey— you guys are the professionals.

I’m just a volunteer.

He’s New York’s hero.

Thanks to Spider-Man, crime rates are at a record low.

Police and Damage Control credit the masked hero.

Initiate the hot test.

Armed robbery at City Junior Bank.

In the past six months, he’s taken down every major crime lord across all five

boroughs— including the ninja group, the Hand.

He’s the pride of New York City.

The hero every adult counts on,

and every kid wants to be.

Final semester at MIT.

Oh my gosh— we graduate in a month!

So many memories.

Where do I begin?

I’m not even swimming in the Charles River with Jim and Wiley.

The infamous food finder— the Banana Lounge.

All-nighters, and nights with MJ and Nate.

It feels like yesterday I was sitting on a roof—

with MJ, dreaming we’d come here together.

I still can’t believe we did it.

I’m so grateful for every friend I’ve made.

I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.

Dad, who do you think is watching?

Uh. I don’t know.

Maybe someone.

What?

No!

I mean, we’re talking downtown Brooklyn— broad daylight.

I’d take a job like that. You know… the possibilities.

Yeah. I hate you. But can you prove it?

Yeah. I’m digging through his finances, and tailing his crew every night.

Do you do anything besides work?

You know the saying: do what you love— and you never “work.”

Can’t be that bad.

Mom, where’s my calculator?

Trust me. Okay?

Being married to the job never ends well.

Don’t worry about it.

I’ll be okay.

Oh. Yeah?

You still getting those headaches?

Uh… yeah. But I’ll be fine.

I don’t know, man.

I think your body’s trying to tell you something.

Like you need to get out of that soup every once in a while.

Mom, do you know where my calculator is?

I don’t know, puppy.

What you need is real human connection.

What—aren’t we connecting?

Nope, dude.

I don’t know your name. Your face. Nothing about you.

And I don’t think you’ve ever asked me about my life.

Sure I have.

Yeah? What are my kids’ names?

Well— for starters, your son’s name is Poppy.

Is it Spider-Man?

I can’t tell you that, sweetheart.

So it’s Spider-Man?

Oh, gosh.

A hijacked tank is heading southbound past 34th Street.

All units, respond.

Hey—are you getting this?

More work.

Lucky you.

Okay. I’ll see you out there.

I’m so sorry.

I’ve gotta go.

Got you, Spider-Man!

No—no, I don’t need— No, I don’t need your help! Whoa!

You’re not him. But this street was destroyed in the Battle of New York.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Oh, come on! Come on!

Whoa!

Oh.

Frank! You just hit me in the ear!

Stop swinging that whip, Frank.

We are not doing this again, Frank.

You’ve got a damn paper brain.

This time, get the hell out of my way!

What—so instead of saving my life?

You’re gonna talk your same old nonsense again?

Oh, well. You started it. Not me.

Look, you can’t just shoot your way out of every mess.

People get hurt.

What do you think—dropping that tank like that?

Shoot yourself.

Check this.

For a good guy.

I’m gonna kill this kid.

Wolf—are you gonna stop this thing or what?

He’s headed straight for the Damage Control Detention Center.

I’m trying.

Try harder.

There are scary dudes locked up in there.

Why?

Who do you think put them there?

Let’s do school again.

Move it, Dave.

I was thinking the same thing.

Spider-Man?

Where am I?

That’s not a lie.

Just facts.

Scorpions aren’t journalists, buddy.

Tell me who you are.

You first.

Hey.

Hey.

You pushed me out.

Interesting.

What the hell was that?

Did you just try to jump into my mind?

All this time you’ve been chasing me— you forgot the one question.

What’s inside the tank?

Spider-Man?

Spider-Man?

What just happened?

Good job.

You guys okay?

Are you good?

I swear.

Everything I said I did…

I don’t remember doing any of it.

It’s okay.

Let these people take care of you.

I would never hurt you.

I love you, Spider-Man.

Yeah. Alright, buddy.

Hey—what do you got?

Here. Take this.

Chopperton, Scorpion to Bellevue.

Ten minutes later. We escort Walton right out.

What?

What about the tank?

Stolen from the Damage Control warehouse in Brooklyn.

The driver worked there as a janitor.

You got a motive?

No. No.

No criminal record either.

Scorpion must’ve gotten to him somehow.

Yeah… maybe.

What do you mean “maybe”?

I—yeah. I don’t know.

But I know someone who can help.

Where you going?

You keep chasing Scorpion’s lead.

I’m gonna talk to someone.

Hi.

Is this 250 Brighton Beach?

Faray and Shia Svaha.

Okay.

I think I know what that means.

Take off your clothes.

Uh—what?

You don’t wear clothes in a banyo.

Did you wear a dress?

Which leotard?

This isn’t a leotard.

Your text said this was your office.

This is my office.

Get in.

Uh—I’m fine.

Thanks.

I’ll just—my office. My rules.

This way, you get a nice, relaxing soap

and I get to make sure you don’t have any weapons.

And we both win.

Okay.

Really?

You never take it off?

No. It matches the whole “anonymous” thing.

Even for your girlfriend or boyfriend— or whatever.

People have a lot of theories.

And… very graphic fan art.

Have you seen the one of you in the den?

Mysterious.

I’ve seen it.

Hard to unsee, honestly.

But listen—I don’t have anyone.

I just want to be left alone.

Always by yourself?

No wonder you’re so sad.

I’m not that sad.

A little.

Can we talk about what I came here to—

about the attack on Damage Control?

Yes. That’s more your lane.

Like “small potatoes.”

While the new Avengers go after the “big potatoes.”

Right. Okay.

Well, it’s more complicated than that.

You know—the driver and the others helping him.

It felt like someone was speaking through them.

Like someone was staring at me through their eyes.

So you’re wondering if it’s mind control.

Exactly.

Like the red room. Back then.

Exactly.

And the other way of those.

Right.

No. I don’t think so.

I think it’s more like… possession.

Possession?

Mm.

Mm.

Like a ghost. Or a demon.

Or in Russia, we have Leshy.

Leshy rules the forest, and can possess—

Sorry.

Whatever it is… they’re looking for something.

This is the fourth attack on Damage Control this month.

What do you think they’re after?

I don’t know.

But here’s the thing—

After today’s attack, a cyber-security alert got triggered.

Cross-agency. It lit up immediately.

Someone accessed Damage Control’s restricted servers—

using credentials from 30 employees at the way station.

They all searched for the same thing.

VMAX.

VMAX.

What does that even mean?

Could be alien tech. Or a secret weapon program. Or launch codes… I don’t know.

Honestly, I don’t.

That’s for you to figure out.

That’s “small potatoes” stuff.

Not “tiny-brain” potatoes.

Maybe I’ll just ask Damage Control myself.

You know you’re not fully anonymous anymore.

I’ve seen your belly button.

Okay. Bye.

Hi. I have an appointment with— Director Metzger.

Yes. Please step through the scanner.

Enhanced human detected.

Superior strength.

Superior agility.

Heightened senses.

Exogenous DNA.

Arachnid.

Remove your face covering for identity verification.

Oh—no. I can’t.

If you don’t remove it, defensive measures will be used.

Defensive measures?

What are you talking about?

Whoa—whoa—whoa—whoa!

Guys! Guys! Guys!

I can’t take my mask off!

I’m sorry, man.

He’s fine.

My apologies.

We’re so glad you’re here.

Bill Metzger—Director of Damage Control.

How are you?

I’m good. Thank you.

We beefed up security. But I hope we didn’t startle you.

No, not at all.

I recommend this way.

This floor is mostly research and admin.

Downstairs we’ve got incident cleanup, labs, and agent training.

Hey—what are they doing here?

It’s fine.

The Hand works for us now.

After you brought them in, I realized something.

They were just kids without a leader.

They needed direction.

And suddenly, everything that made them dangerous turned into real security value.

You can look at the threats out there and see only danger.

Or you can see opportunity.

Okay.

Wow. Look at that.

And the Chocolate Hands— those are our nuisances.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t learn from the tech—or respect the innovation.

Our job is to redirect destructive power into something useful.

That’s what Damage Control truly means.

Be careful with that.

Right this way.

I wanted to talk to you about the recent attacks.

There’ve been four. Right?

Please—have a seat.

You’re right.

It looks like we’re dealing with a threat we can’t control.

One we can’t even see.

But you can.

I watched the security footage.

I also read Detective DeWolf’s report.

I think you understand what we’re up against.

Someone who can jump into minds.

But not yours.

No—it tried. But it couldn’t get you.

I’m gonna be honest.

We’re on the ropes.

If that thing gets in here and finds what it’s looking for…

The fallout could be unimaginable.

Well—let me guess.

Whatever it wants is in that giant vault.

There are things, because of my job, I can’t share.

But I believe you’re our best defense.

You’re the only one who can sense it.

You’re the only one immune to it.

I’m counting on you.

That was a pretty good speech, director.

I’ll do everything I can. I promise.

Then consider yourself part of Damage Control.

Thank you.

I’ll be in touch.

Oh—I had one more question.

The phrase V-Max… it doesn’t mean anything to you, does it?

No.

Where did you hear that?

Oh, it’s just… you know—nature and being a superhero.

There are some things I can’t tell you.

Anyway… I’ll see you later.

You’re doing great.

Keep it up.

I don’t think Metzger knows any more than we do.

But I told him I’d do whatever I could to help.

You wanna help?

The best thing you can do is find Scorpion.

He’s our only lead.

Yeah. I know.

I’ve got cameras all over the city running face scans for him.

That sounds super illegal, Spider-Man.

I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.

Yeah, probably for the best.

But if he shows his face, we’ll know.

Do you have, uh… any face?

Not yet.

Thanks.

Oh.

Easy.

Hey—also, you got any Sharkfire energy?

Yeah.

Oh—no, no, no. I don’t want any.

It’s not gonna kill you.

My friends were drinking these during finals—and now they’re addicted.

So please don’t sell me any.

Emerise my face.

Please—don’t sell this guy any Sharkfire.

Sure.

Whatever.

Actually, I’ll take one.

Last one.

It might take—might need two.

And then… never sell me any again.

Dammit.

I don’t want any more.

Try to collect it.

I think I’ll win.

I love you.

I just hope life gets better.

I don’t want any more.

I don’t want any more.

I don’t want any more.

I don’t want any more.

I just hope life gets better.

Oh—um, Steve. I stumbled onto my board.

I’m not one of those weirdos. I swear.

He saved me and my friends’ lives a few times back in high school.

Oh—cool.

Yeah, and ever since, I’ve just been trying to figure out who he is.

Not to unmask him or anything. Just—so I can thank him.

Face to face.

I even made an app that tracks his sightings.

Wait— you made the body tracker?

He heard of it!

Nice!

Where is Spider-Man?

We’ll talk right over there.

Now we know— he’s definitely from Queens.

Not the biggest surprise.

But I narrowed it down to two main suspects.

Thanks.

Yeah. If you knew who they were, you wouldn’t be shocked anymore.

I’m sure.

Ned. By the way.

Oh—um… um…

God, there are, like, 50 people in our apartment statistically—

So at least two of them are probably sociopaths.

Which is kind of cool.

Nice flowers.

Oh— they’re a housewarming gift.

Really?

Yeah.

Oh. Okay.

Most people just bring beer and chips.

So… yeah.

Uh, I’m MJ.

I’m—uh, I’m—uh… Maynard.

Uh, Maynard.

You two don’t know each other?

No. I’m a neighbor.

Friendly neighbor?

Sorry.

So—how was the interview?

I’m gonna put these in water.

It was nice to meet you, Maynard.

Nerd.

Maynard.

Yeah.

Did you go?

Please tell me you went.

Yeah. No. I went.

And I got the job.

Oh my God, MJ. That’s amazing.

I turned it down.

What?

Yeah. I don’t wanna work for some soulless corporation.

Not all of them are soulless.

Okay, most of them are soulless.

But don’t you want health insurance?

Yeah—of course. But what’s the cost?

Depends on your deductible.

Oh—you mean your principles.

Yes.

Sorry.

I don’t know.

I know it sounds cheesy, but something keeps telling me I’m supposed to wait for something.

Something great.

Great. So you were waiting for something great?

Yeah. The wait is over.

Wait—over?

The wait’s over!

Oh!

You knew him.

Dude—this is top shelf. Just like you.

Oh—no!

I want to hide this!

I lifted this off of him again.

What if Ned needs the fury of a thousand sharks?

You mean a heart attack.

You can’t save everyone.

I can try.

That’s my girl.

I’m sorry.

Let me into MIT.

We should live together.

Yeah, definitely.

Yeah. I love that.

Fresh start.

We’ll all be together.

Yeah. We’ll be together.

For sure.

You’ll forget who I am.

Okay. Remember what he said.

It’s okay.

I’m going to find you. And I’ll explain everything.

I love you, sweetie.

Then tell me— when you see me again?

My name is Peter Parker.

And I like coffee.

Is there anything else?

Hey.

Hey.

I don’t think you have to listen to me now that I have powers.

You know… this whole thing gets really scary.

You know that?

Yeah. And it already is.

Yeah.

Things can change fast.

Faster than we can even imagine.

Believe me. I know.

I don’t think you do.

What do you mean?

No.

Uh… I live here.

I just…

I’m grabbing my stuff.

Is that my shirt?

No.

Oh. Cute dog.

Oh. Shh.

Come on.

Hi, Peter.

You have 107 new alerts.

Please check the backlog.

What’s happening?

Your body scan shows a surge in arachnid hormones. Organic web-spinners are forming… and your sensors are spiking.

Okay—but I feel fine.

Long isolation, or emotional stress, can trigger sudden changes like this.

Any recent traumatic events?

Peter?

I’m fine, Evie.

You don’t look fine.

I recommend you rebalance—slow down.

Yeah… and that’s not an option. Right?

Mechanical web shooters and organic webs can’t be used at the same time.

Come over here.

Alert.

Your senses are overloaded.

Alright.

Senses are overloaded.

What the hell was that?

Your heightened senses are taking in too much information at once.

Okay.

It’s okay.

It’s okay.

Alright—organic webs.

Even Peter had them.

He was cool.

You’re cool, too.

Hello?

Oh my God… that’s hideous.

Okay. Here we go.

Okay—didn’t work.

Organic webs.

Come on, man!

Web!

No!

What’s going on, Evie?

Shots fired at the Damage Control Data Center in Manhattan.

Facial match confirms Scorpion.

Okay. I’m on my way.

Come on—three. Two… Web—stop!

It’s V-Max.

V-Max…

I’ll see it for myself.

Sorry. I’m late.

I’ve had a crazy day.

Scorpion—do we really have to keep doing this?

My head is killing me.

You think I’m Scorpion?

Web!

What’s happening to you?

You can’t sense me anymore.

You.

What’s wrong with you, Spider-Man?

Spider-Man.

What the hell?

Get a medic!

The wolf—are you hurt?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

No.

Just let me go.

Don’t!

What is wrong with you?

It wasn’t Scorpion. Okay?

I mean—it was. But he was possessed. Right?

Whatever.

Look, please. Can I just— Slow down?

Listen—I don’t know what this is.

Pull yourself together.

You almost killed a cop.

This isn’t you.

I know. I’m sorry.

If you come back like this again, I can’t protect you.

Whatever this is—you have to fix it.

Through lettuce chromodynamics… we can map time and space on a grid—

so we can simulate how quarks bind into protons.

Cindy—are we talking protons, or more Avengers stuff?

Okay.

Guys, I love storytelling. But you know—

at some point, I’ve got to teach you some real physics.

Alright—hit it, Cindy.

If Thanos was worried about overpopulation…

why didn’t you just use the magic glove to make more food?

Arthur—want to answer that?

Hulk!

No!

Uh… excuse me, Dr.

Banner.

I—uh…

You okay?

Yeah. Sorry. Just a headache.

Got a minute?

I wanted to talk to you about your inhibitor.

Oh, sure.

Don’t worry—there are fail-safes. I won’t turn into that big—

green rage monster in the cafeteria.

But if you “let it go”… run.

No!

No—but you’re using target-specific short interfering RNA, right?

It’s gene silencing. You’re just feeding in gamma radiation.

What was your name again?

Uh. Ned.

Leeds.

So you found a way to suppress DNA expression, even as it mutates from the gamma radiation—

right?

Yes.

Okay. My question is—

would that same thing work on DNA mutating for another reason?

What kind of reason?

I don’t know.

Say the host genome gets mixed with foreign DNA.

Theoretically.

Theoretically?

Yes. It’s possible.

Yes.

So could you suppress only some parts of that DNA expression—

like the bad parts—

but keep the good?

Right.

It’d be insanely dangerous and complex. But if you—

could target the right mRNA strand, maybe.

Wait—so you could just turn the mutating gene on and—

off… as long as you do it before mRNA transcription?

Maybe.

I mean, if you apply the same thinking, you could even build—

an automatic inhibitor that adapts to any mutation.

So now you’re talking about a universal inhibitor—

that controls anyone with dangerous powers, right?

Yeah. But it’s theoretical. Right?

You’re not one of my students, are you?

No. I’m a grad student.

I… uh…

I’ve taken enough of your time.

I’ve got to return some books to the library.

The library’s that way.

Right. Right.

How would you decide?

Decide what?

Old parts of nature are good or bad.

What if you’re trying to control expression—

of something that needs to be expressed?

Good luck with your studies, Ned.

Thank you, Professor.

Okay.

Fourth inhibitor prototype complete.

Okay.

Upload inhibitor beta, bill 7.

Uploaded.

Want to run a test?

Yeah. Run it.

Several days.

Spiders have three stages in their life cycle.

Each stage has its biggest physical changes—

happening during the beautiful transition to adulthood.

For those who make it through, molting is—

Can you turn off the spider stuff?

Turning off video.

Inhibitor active.

Come on. Come on.

Keep an eye on my vitals.

Inhibitor engaged.

Suppressing arachnid hormones back to your baseline.

Okay.

Alright, Iggy.

Let’s do this.

Initiating field test one.

That’s working.

Alert.

Inhibitor is overheating.

Functionality reducing.

Yeah. I’m feeling that.

Alert.

Senses overloaded.

Alert.

Senses overloaded.

Web grenades activated.

Inhibitor field test one.

Failure.

Yo, Spider-Man!

You okay?

Yeah. I’m testing new tech.

Oh. Yeah.

To get rid of the monster inside you?

Still can’t sense me, huh?

Get your tech working.

You’re the only person I know I can’t hop into.

I’m sure that’s frustrating.

I’ll get in one day.

What do you want?

I don’t get why half-human, half-spider—

would work for an organization.

Their mission is to hunt down anyone who’s different.

Damage Control doesn’t need you— because you’re different.

They’re hunting you because you’re dangerous.

So what do you want?

Since you’re such a simple spider, let me spell it out.

Damage Control is what I need.

Oh—VMAX?

I planned to use Scorpion to get it. But you keep getting in the way.

I’ll always be in your way.

Sure about that, Peter Parker?

Your apartment’s kind of funny—

like you think your 20-year-old bachelor pad is “my roof.”

Takeout containers. Free weights. Protein powder?

You’re blocking me.

You’re not hard to track down, Peter.

At least, not for someone like me.

I did find one interesting thing.

Of all places… a coffee cup.

A.V.

Display Home Workstation?

You spent four years erasing Peter Parker from existence?

No wonder you’re trying to swallow the man whole.

I wonder if MJ would even recognize you.

I’ll go see how she’s doing.

I’m not letting that happen.

No. Her roommate was kind enough to post a new address online.

How about this?

I’ll break you.

If you touch her and start swinging— I’m fast.

Hey!

I’m gonna smash the base.

Searching for physical anomalies between subjects.

Please stand by.

Thank you all for watching.

Thanks so much for coming today.

Sorry about that.

Give it up for Spider-Man!

In a race for the love of his life… and it’s not looking good.

Come on, Spidey.

Keep up.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

P.B. Roll these numbers with the others.

Analyzing jump distances for patterns.

Get me that jump data!

Calculating.

Calculations complete.

Your jump radius has a limit, doesn’t it?

33 feet.

I don’t see anyone up here for you to hop into.

Very clever.

Like I said—you're not getting closer.

Sorry, but you’re in danger.

Where’s your roommate?

What?

Where is this?

Uh. Boston. With friends.

Why?

Okay. Good.

You’ve got a couple of me.

What?

I don’t know if you’re the real Spider-Man. Or I’m coming with you.

We don’t have time for this.

Please. Come on.

You need to get out of my apartment.

Look—this is gonna sound insane. But there is—

someone after you who is really dangerous. Okay?

And I promise I’ll keep you safe.

Please. Just trust me.

Come on.

Fine.

Well… I understand.

Wait. Stop.

Wait. Stop.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I’m good.

We should be safe up here.

Okay. Safe from what?

Uh. I’m not sure.

Okay… what do they want from me?

I don’t know.

You don’t know?

That doesn’t make sense.

Why would they choose me?

Um… I wish I could tell you.

I just…

Uh…

We knew each other, didn’t we?

What?

It’s the only explanation.

It’s been driving me crazy for years.

Every time Spider-Man saved me— or saved Ned—

It was the Washington Monument. Then London. Prague. The Night Monkey.

I mean—twice is coincidence. But over and over?

We knew each other.

Tell me I’m wrong.

You’re wrong.

What were we?

Classmates? Friends? Something like that?

Like… I don’t know what you mean.

Were we more than that?

I just— I can’t… I can’t remember. And it feels like someone

scrambled my brain— and you’re the only one who’d know why.

This is crazy. And I know you can’t tell me the truth.

But I need to know.

Maybe there’s a part of me that still remembers.

But

this is too slow.

I…

Can’t believe you figured it out.

I did.

Hold on.

You’ve been wanting this all alone?

True love’s kiss breaks the spell— and kicks off the next crossover.

I’m Jay McClellan.

You really are a simple Spider, aren’t you?

I see why you like her.

She’s… smart.

Funny.

A little dark. Twisted.

It’s sad, though.

Because nothing here thinks of you.

Not once.

Once ever.

But you knew that, didn’t you?

You’re a monster.

If you loved someone the way I love her, you’d know this is unforgivable.

Oh? Is it?

Some people would kill the person they love— one last time.

Stop it now.

Woof.

You’re running out of time, Peter.

Soon, it won’t just be your friends forgetting Peter Parker.

Maybe you should write a letter to yourself.

Get her.

So who’s the monster now, Peter?

I’m Jay.

I’m Jay.

No… no… no.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Please. Stop.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on!

Oh, thank God.

Oh, thank God.

I’m so sorry.

Stop!

Wait—stop, stop!

Please. I’ll quit.

You win. You win. You win.

Just don’t hurt her.

You’re a massive Spider-Man.

I need some time. I want—

I can be anyone I want.

So you can’t protect MJ.

Not even from herself.

That’s a really nice letter.

A little heavy-handed.

I’m not bad.

I’m gonna take you somewhere safe.

Take me to 3165.

Levi S Street.

Navigating to Empire State University.

I got it. I got it.

You sure?

Yep.

Okay… I feel like I’m getting sleepy.

You’re not sleeping.

Okay.

You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.

Yeah. You’re okay.

I’m fine. I’m fine.

Okay.

Can we slow down for two seconds? Please?

We’re almost there.

Yeah, yeah— but you just said I was mind-controlled.

Well… I’m not taking it.

Hey. You’re lucky I believe that stuff. Okay?

Because governments have been doing it for years.

Especially the French.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Look… sorry.

I’m just trying to get you someplace safe. Okay?

You’re losing it, kid.

You couldn’t see that coming from a mile away?

What is wrong with you?

You could’ve killed us.

Excuse me.

You show up at my house and ask what’s supposed to happen?

Wait—this is your house?

No. Don’t do that.

Who the hell is that?

What the hell are you?

She’s… uh… you know.

No. I don’t know.

That’s why I asked you!

She’s in danger, Frank.

Look. I need your help. Okay?

Yeah… looks like it.

Come on. You owe me.

Ah, come on.

What’s your secret story?

Staten Isle.

Staten Isle.

What else do you want me to do?

No. I literally saved your life.

Get out of your head. Please.

I had to save it twice— just to get the right idea.

That guy couldn’t hit me with a handful of rice.

What does that sound like to you?

I had exactly what I wanted.

I had exactly what I wanted.

I see it right there.

I know exactly what I’m talking about.

King— that junkie looked back… then looked forward.

Okay. Fine.

Go ahead.

What does that sound like to you?

I don’t care.

I just wanna go home.

That’s an excellent idea.

Kick rocks.

No—no. Wait, wait!

Frank! Frank! Frank! Frank—wait!

Please.

Hey. I gotta keep her safe, okay?

And I don’t have anywhere else to go.

You like chili?

I made chili.

Alright—just watch out for the claymores.

I wanna pick up pieces of you for two weeks.

Hey—I definitely wouldn’t eat that chili.

So you’re saying the maniac behind all that tank nonsense?

Nothing but a goddamn teenager.

And it’s not just the tank.

Every attack on Damage Control this past month.

How does a kid even learn to drive a tank?

Beats you all over the street like that.

She didn’t beat my—

Is this your family?

Did you get the hell away from that?

Look—I’ve got one rule in this house.

You don’t touch anything.

You don’t move anything.

And you sure as shit don’t ask me questions.

So three rules…

Ask you why you like her.

And go put some pants on.

Don’t touch the chili.

I like him.

Of course you don’t.

I pulled this from my HUD and pushed it to the system.

Who is she?

Until a couple months ago?

Nobody.

She bounced between foster homes and psych wards…

then she ran away and vanished.

There’s almost no record of her— everything’s been wiped.

But Damage Control says she’s a telepath.

And now we have a name.

Jane Gray.

Yeah.

Here are the Damage Control sites she hasn’t hit yet.

So if she shows up, my facial tracking program will catch her.

Right.

Okay… and then what?

Don’t worry about what happens next.

Just take care of her.

Don’t worry about it, huh?

So you want me to sit here and babysit my girlfriend?

I don’t want to babysit her.

Look—what’s the plan?

We just hope your facial tracking actually works.

Get yourself killed, and I’ll be stuck watching her for the rest of my life.

I’m not getting killed, Frank.

I can catch her. Okay?

I just have to fix my inhibitor. Then I’m good.

What do you need to do that?

You don’t have what I need. Okay?

You’ve got a mouth on you.

What—an anti-static mat, a tonal probe, and micro-tools?

I’ve got all that stuff.

For what?

Bombs.

Once they go…

(continuous)

Hey. Do you think it’s safe to call someone and tell them I’m okay?

Like your boyfriend?

No. My roommate.

Oh… um…

I don’t think that’s a great idea. She already knows who he is.

And she can jump into anyone she wants.

Right. Yeah.

You’re right.

Sorry.

No. It’s fine.

I totally get it.

If I call my boyfriend, he’ll just pepper me with questions I can’t answer…

and then he’ll tell me I’m being withholding again.

Withholding?

Yep.

Sounds like your boyfriend’s kind of a jerk.

So why do you think you’re withholding?

I don’t know.

You tell me, Mass Vigilante. Behind the curtain.

Okay… I get your point.

So what about you?

What about me?

Do you have a Mrs. Spider-Man?

Do I have a Mrs. Spider-Man?

No.

No.

Why not?

Why not?

Because I’m…

I’m too withholding. Obviously.

Welcome to the club.

There was someone.

Really?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

What happened?

I…

I had to let her go.

To keep her safe.

I’m sorry. That must’ve been brutal.

Yeah. It was. Yeah.

It is.

It really is hard.

Whoa!

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.

You know what?

It’s coming back.

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!

What’s going on?

It just keeps overheating on me. It’s been doing this for days.

Before I switched to aerospace, I was going for biochemical engineering…

Do you mind if I…

Oh. Yeah. For sure.

(continuous)

Here.

Wow.

So… the device itself— does it generate any radiation?

Or a magnetic field? Because that would totally interfere.

Oh, yeah. It has a micro-magnetic field. But I accounted for that.

Okay. What about your suit?

Oh, it dissipates into the fabric. Pretty neat.

Okay.

What about those?

What about what?

Your goggles. Or whatever you call them.

They’d create a field.

It’d be tiny, but…

It’s on your head. And that’s super close to the inhibitor.

Which is probably why it’s overheating.

Oh, MJ—this is genius.

Okay. This has to work.

Inhibitor engaged.

Suppressing selected arachnid hormones.

Okay. That feels better.

So much better.

My head feels so clear.

And I’m not firing organic webs.

Oh my God, MJ. That totally worked.

You know, this is intense stuff you’re building here.

Yeah, it matters.

Yeah, but this is—

Like, rewriting your DNA.

This is the kind of thing you’d put in a monster movie.

If you knew what’s been happening to me over the last couple days…

then you’d understand.

Yeah… I’ve been with you these last few hours. That’s not what I’m seeing.

And what are you seeing?

From my side of the curtain…

(continuous)

A really good guy.

I don’t mean to get in your way— let you get back to it.

You can’t sleep either, huh?

Want coffee?

Sure.

Did you get your stuff fixed?

Yeah. I’ve had it on all night.

So far… so good.

I made a second one—universal.

So if I get it on Jean, it should shut her powers down completely.

You know what else works?

Just shoot her.

Nice.

This is crazy.

That’s gotta be the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen.

You can’t even take the mask off.

Drink a cup of coffee.

Don’t take it personally, Frank.

It stays on. For everybody.

Even her.

Who is she, kid?

I don’t know.

Ah… it’s just who she is.

Who is she?

I’m telling you—I don’t know her.

Who do you care about, then?

I don’t know who she is, Frank.

I don’t have anybody.

I’m like you.

I just keep to myself.

You’re like me.

What do you know about me, kid?

You think this is a choice?

Living like this is just a lifestyle?

Is that what you think?

Kid, this is a sentence.

If I had one second, the people I love would still be breathing.

You think I’d be hiding behind a mask?

You think I’d pretend to be something I’m not?

Acting like some damn coward?

I got a facial match.

She’s at the Damage Control HQ in Manhattan.

I gotta go.

She’s gonna be okay.

I’ll make sure.

Thanks, Frank.

Hey.

Hey.

She’s gonna let him go. Sorry?

You know… I think he might need you.

Uh…

Like you needed him once. I don’t know.

You can’t hide from me forever, Bill.

They’ve got a strong door. But it’s the wall you should fear.

Who are you? And what do you want?

I’m Jean Grey.

And you know what I want.

Jean?

You looked me up.

I’m blushing.

I told you what would happen to your girl if you got in my way.

You won’t get near her again.

And we are definitely not going into that vault.

I mean… maybe not.

But this guy might.

Jean. You don’t know what you’re dealing with.

You and Banner have a lot in common.

Both of you are fighting a losing battle against the monster inside you.

Jean—this is the Hulk. You can’t take him over!

Oh. I see.

You’re trying to muzzle me— like you muzzle yourself.

I can’t let you in there.

Whatever “remax” is, you’re not getting it.

Like hell I’m not.

Don’t do this.

Save your breath.

Think I’m doing it.

This is—

—about the problem.

She is.

You—

stay home and watch, M.G.

Yeah. You did.

And then she tells me I have to come watch you.

Wait. Is she really saying that to you?

Are you blushing for real?

Blushing?

God damn it.

I knew I should’ve bought a bigger gun.

That’s a good idea.

Bring a bigger gun.

What are you gonna do?

Take him with your death?

No. Change your angle.

First we take it down on the Hulk. Then we go after Jean.

I’ve got one better.

That’s the biggest threat for casualties.

You contain it. I’ll go find the source and end it.

You got it?

Are you just trying to get out of fighting the Hulk?

I guess so.

Okay. Whatever, dude.

I got this.

What are you afraid of?

Do not kill her.

Don’t start with that soft-talk.

Bullshit.

No. I’m doing it my way.

Just go.

Just go.

Don’t get within 33 feet.

So frustrating.

Okay.

Whoa.

This guy’s got issues.

Oh no.

No— not again.

Oh no.

Dr. Banner?

Is that you?

Spider-Man.

What happened?

Where am I?

Hey, hey, hey—did I do all this?

Did I hurt anyone?

It’s not your fault.

She was in your mind.

She took control.

I lost my inhibitor.

Listen—this is the only thing holding the monster inside.

It’s okay.

I’ve got another one.

I just need you to put it on.

What is it?

It’s universal.

It should work on you.

Please, sir.

There are people in the building.

Just put it on.

You okay?

My head.

I think she broke something.

Is she still in there?

No.

It’s the other one.

Bruce, look—I can get you out of here. Okay?

I just need you to put that inhibitor on.

Get away from me!

He’s coming.

I can’t get through.

Yes, you can, Bruce.

Yes, you can!

Get out of the building!

Get out of the building!

Get out of the way!

Banner, please.

Look at me.

Good luck with that, Peter.

No lethal rounds.

Time to detonation.

It’s Peter.

Drop your guns. Or the next one hits your head.

Where is she?

It’s over, Jean.

Sarah.

Is that my gun?

Is anyone hurt?

Is this me?

That’s not her?

Spider-Man.

It saved my life.

When you saved God knows how many—

you made sure she never found what she was looking for in there.

Before she passed out, she tried to say something.

A name. Sarah.

Does that mean anything to you?

Before you locked the inhibitor on her, she got into my mind for a moment.

Sarah was the name of someone I worked closely with—

every stupid day.

I’m sorry to hear that.

Somehow… Sarah’s memory must’ve—

—affected her.

Well, I’d love to talk to her once she wakes up.

That’s all right.

Of course. She’ll be transferred to our facility on Roosevelt Island.

Now, I’m just as eager to get her talking as you are.

But let’s not strain her too much in one day.

Yeah. Of course.

Thank you, Spider-Man.

My pleasure.

We’re… she’s in custody.

You’re safe now.

You left this?

Did you want me to find it?

No.

No… Look, I can explain. Okay?

Can you take that off, please?

What?

The mask.

I think I deserved to have this conversation with…

Peter Parker.

He came to the party at our apartment the other night.

In the donut shop.

The year I left for school.

Why didn’t you tell me then?

I was trying to protect you.

I’ve almost been killed like five times in the past 24 hours.

So… it’s not exactly working.

I know.

I’m sorry.

Were you ever going to tell me?

Right.

So you were just going to decide that for me?

I know.

I’m sorry.

You don’t need to keep saying it.

I don’t know what you want me to say.

Tell me why you did this to me.

I lost someone.

And they’d still be here if it wasn’t for me.

I didn’t read that letter because—

I didn’t want anything like that to happen to you.

That’s not really your call.

I know it isn’t. But…

you mean everything to me.

And I’ve been trying to live without you.

But I can’t.

I love you.

The spell—whatever you did—

It worked.

All those memories you say we have together—

I don’t have them.

And I get why. She would’ve loved you.

The girl you wrote that letter to.

I understand what you had to do to protect her.

And for that… I’m truly grateful.

But…

I don’t love you.

Because I don’t… even know you.

I should probably go now.

Really. I’m sorry, Peter.

Peter?

I don’t have a phone.

Can you take me home?

Of course.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yeah. Sure.

I’m… uh… yeah. Of course.

Do you want to come up?

Just to say hi to Ned. Maybe?

I’d love that.

The Hulk—aka Dr. Bruce Banner—

is in custody, and being transferred to a hospital.

A psychiatric ward.

Oh, so sad.

After years as a peaceful academic, the question the world asks today is—

what finale is next?

MJ?

Yeah.

You’re not gonna believe this— the Spidey Tracker app says Spider-Man is nearby.

The Spidey Tracker app says Spider-Man is right nearby.

Oh, yeah?

No way. That’s crazy.

Ned?

Spider-Man?

Spider-Man?

Ned?

Nice to meet you, Ned.

Hello.

I’m not a weirdo or anything.

He’s a little weird.

Uh… why are you here?

Oh, uh… I was on the subway platform. Right?

Yeah. And she was on her phone.

Yeah. I got distracted— the train was coming.

And I swooped her right out.

Oh my God.

Why has that never happened to me?

So what if you’re mid-swing and you have to pee?

Do you just land on a building?

What?

Do you drop to street level and run into a café like— Spider-Man, I gotta pee?

Or do you find a rooftop somewhere?

No, I don’t—rooftops, Ned.

Is this really what you wanna ask him right now?

Yeah, dude. Come on.

You can ask me anything.

Want to know how my web shooters work?

I mean… I already know how they work.

Is that right?

Well, it’s clearly shear-thinning fluid cycling in a chamber, right?

So it stays in liquid form.

And then when you hit the triggers…

it runs through a Teflon turbine…

and sets instantly when it hits air.

Right?

Not exactly. Okay—what’s in the web fluid?

Something like a long-chain polymer.

Uh… nylon?

Pretty close.

Okay… what about Nomex? Or—Kevlar?

Alright. Keep your secrets.

If you were so good with the dragon thing… I was involved.

I just nudged your uncle out the door.

Solid reference.

Ooh—Bonny time!

You ordered bonnemies?

I ordered five.

Spider-Man’s in the apartment. He’s gonna get fat.

Sorry about him.

He’s just really excited you’re here.

Are you kidding?

It’s been the most fun I’ve had in years.

I really missed you guys.

You two really do look like best friends.

What do you mean?

You should tell him.

He can handle it.

Yeah. I know.

Um…

When she was wearing your body on the rooftop, she kissed me. I kissed her back—because I thought it was you. But I didn’t know.

And I’m really sorry.

I just thought you should know.

Thanks for telling me.

I just thought you should know.

I mean… it’s all—like I don’t even remember anything anyway. So…

Really?

Yeah. It was weird.

It was like one second I was sitting at my desk—

and the next second I was lying on the street.

I don’t know. Like a light switch just flipped.

What?

So you don’t remember anything?

No. Why?

Max Kerr said he remembered thinking about someone named Sarah. But what you’re saying is— you remember nothing at all.

I mean, yeah. It was instant.

That’s what made it so scary.

He lied to me.

I heard you call it Blishee.

Yeah. Her name’s Jean Grey.

I need help figuring out the size of some potatoes.

Potatoes?

I think that’s my model.

I think Metska lied to me about a name.

Can you check if there’s a connection between Jean and someone named Sarah?

Hmm… that potato sounds bigger.

Oh—well, that really is your office.

Well… well… well.

Internet, government records— and a ton of data on Jean Grey has been scrubbed by Damage Control.

Data about what?

Her system.

Wait—Jean has a sister.

Hmm. Sarah Grey.

A telepath too. Damage Control took her into custody for study and observation.

Wow. You can probably guess what they meant by that.

Experimentation. More human rights violations?

Yes. Exactly.

Wait—who are you?

Hi. Ned Leeds. Family.

Hi.

Oh. I’m sorry.

I’m just so happy this “ad man” has friends.

Ah. Thanks.

I owe you one.

Good luck, Spider-Man.

Bye.

She was just looking for her sister. And I handed her off to the people who took her.

I gotta go.

Hey, Peter.

Just be here for me.

Ah. Well… Spider-Man’s name is Peter.

Jean. Who do you want to be?

Her.

Pink jacket.

She’s too far.

We’ll have to hop.

Hop?

First—pick something close.

And then…

The hop has a limit. But link them together— and you can go as far as you want.

When you let go, you end up right where you started.

Can you do that to everyone in this park at once?

Yeah. Maybe someday. If you get really good.

How could she just…

send us away?

She wasn’t really a mom.

Not like that. Anyway.

She was—before we changed.

Yeah. That’s all it takes to stop being a mom. But you’re not a mom.

What would you do if you had daughters like us?

I’d love them.

Especially the redheads.

Shut up.

We have each other.

Mm-hmm.

Give me ice cream.

Want me to check my chocolate?

Yeah.

I’m sorry, Jean.

I have to keep you safe.

Subject is awake.

Heart rate: 94 BPM.

Jean. It’s not going to work anymore.

Thanks to Spider-Man.

Jean.

I need you to breathe.

Look at me. Breathe.

Okay?

You’re safe.

Breathe.

Where is she?

Like your sister. You were blessed with power—

a gift that can do tremendous good.

Or tremendous damage.

A power like yours— in a child’s hands— is an impossible burden.

But imagine it in hands of people who actually know what to do.

Where is my sister?

You’re going to change the world, Jean.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh.

Yeah. How’s that?

Eyes everywhere, kid.

Look, Frank—Damage Control kidnapped Jean’s sister.

Jean was just trying to find her.

We were wrong about everything.

Sentimental bullshit.

You see what she can do. What she’s capable of.

So you’re gonna let her out?

Is that what you’re gonna do?

Let me tell you right now— if you do that…

…I handle it my way.

Frank. Please.

Frank!

Distance check.

Forty-foot clearance.

Locking down the room?

Locking down.

Disengage inhibitor.

Jean—your powers are fully operational.

As you can see, you’re beyond your jump limits.

Tell me what V-Max is.

You’re the second person to ask me that.

I don’t even know what it means.

She sent me a message.

She was trying to help me find her.

Telepathically—across all that distance?

We logged a huge spike during that session.

Fascinating.

What does it mean?

I don’t know.

Let’s begin.

I work with Sarah’s Central on two things.

Identify the source of her power. And find a way to copy it.

If we can record a telepath’s brain

during a jump… maybe we can replicate those pathways in any mind we choose.

This instrument is your sister’s legacy.

We built it together over months of trial and error.

I hope we can honor her sacrifice.

What are you talking about?

Trigger the first jump.

Tell me what V-Max is!

I know you’re hiding her here.

She’s jumping.

Copy.

We’re in full lockdown.

The process has started.

What process?

Hey—whoa. That’s a serious face, dude.

Hey! What the hell, man?

Come on. I’m a friend of Damage Control.

What are you doing?

Huh.

It’s gonna be like that if you wanna go.

Alright.

Okay—just give me a sec.

Give me a sec.

I’m not in high school anymore.

Did you stretch for your big stretcher?

You should. In your line of work.

What about you?

You guys stretched?

It’s so good for you.

You ready?

Ready?

What’s your name?

Where is Jean Grey?

It’s Jump 26.

Recordings look good.

Excuse me, sir.

We have an intruder.

You were right.

She’s much stronger than a sister.

Increase the frequency.

Doing very well, Jean.

Jean?

Jean, can you hear me?

Jean?

Her frequencies are evolving.

This doesn’t make sense.

The last thing my sister saw was this ring.

Her brain waves are somehow affecting objects around her.

Shut it down.

I’m trying, sir.

What do you mean, “trying”?

The last thing my sister saw was that damn ring!

Shut it down!

I can’t, sir.

Move.

I can’t let you do that, Bill.

The only hands that will wield this power are mine.

What do you want?

Jean. I’m here to help you.

You put me here.

I know. And I’m sorry about Sarah. And sorry I got it so wrong.

If you came here to save that helpless girl from Damage Control— you’re too late.

They’re the ones who need saving.

And now… be yourself.

Here we go.

God, that’s cool.

Jean!

Jean, please!

Your…

friends at Damage Control built a special weapon for you.

They’ve got a whole task force ready… just in case you get out of line.

People are the monsters.

Trust them no more than they trust you.

What?

A little bit, Frank.

You bum, kid.

You’ve got to hold everyone within a kilometer of the island.

Wait—what?

Look—if you’re doing something, do it now.

I’m trying!

My sister died in this room. Surrounded by those men.

Her only crime was being special.

Just like you.

Just like me.

People like us don’t get a normal life.

We don’t get friends. We don’t get family.

That life is gone.

It’s over.

So why don’t you just be honest?

Are you Peter Parker?

Or are you Spider-Man?

I’m both.

Gene. Please.

This won’t fix anything.

Come on—you’re not a killer. Gene.

You have no idea what I am.

I know you loved your sister.

And I know losing her felt like losing everything.

If you come any closer… he dies!

They all do!

You know this won’t bring her back. Right, Gene?

Don’t be so sure I can’t get into your mind.

I’m way more powerful now than last time.

You think you don’t have to listen to me now that I’m powerless?

This whole thing can get really scary.

You know that?

It’s already pretty scary.

Yeah.

Things can change fast.

Faster than we can even imagine.

I know.

I don’t think you do anymore.

What do you mean?

You’re a really special person.

And I hope you always feel good about who you are.

But I know sometimes… you don’t.

Sometimes it gets lonely.

And because you’re special… people can do dark, monstrous things to you.

But I need you to hear this.

You’re beautiful.

And the people who love you— we love you.

Not because you’re special. Because you’re you.

Remember that.

Even when it feels like you’re completely alone.

That’s your deepest responsibility.

Never forget it— no matter how powerful you get.

Hey.

I’m sorry about your sister.

I’m sorry about your aunt.

Yeah. You would’ve loved her.

Just because we lost someone…

…it doesn’t mean we have to do this alone.

I mean, we can’t.

Trust me. I tried.

It doesn’t work.

Even if that’s true.

I have no one.

You have me?

Oh.

You heard?

Fine.

I’m okay.

Peter.

I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.

Peter!

Peter!

Peter!

No—no—no, Peter!

You’ve gotta get out of here.

They’ll be looking for you.

No—no—no—no—please stay with me!

Come on—hold on. Come on, please!

You’re gonna be okay.

You’re gonna be okay.

Just go.

Just go.

Look at me.

Shocking news today.

Spider-Man arrived at Bellevue Hospital with a gunshot wound.

It looked like it might be fatal.

The reclusive vigilante is in critical

condition, as the city’s top doctors fight to save him.

Tonight—every eye is on Spider-Man.

The hero who saved New York

so many times is now in the hands of its brightest minds.

And New Yorkers are holding their breath.

Frank?

Frank?

Where am I?

No… no… hey!

Where’s my mask?

You’re good.

Where’s Jean?

Is she okay?

Yeah. She’s okay.

Where is she?

I think she just left.

She used her magic voodoo stuff to keep you alive.

Yeah. She’s fine.

I’m sorry.

Frank… I’m really sorry for what I did.

I know it’s a lot of things, but none of it was okay. All right?

I’ve seen…

real bravery.

Kid… my day.

That was someone else.

You crying?

No. Hank.

You know… you looked exactly where I thought you would.

A good kid.

I’ve never had a friend like that.

We’re friends now.

I can’t believe I just saw you cry.

I didn’t know what you meant.

Oh, shit.

Oh, yeah.

They’ve been doing it all night.

Been here since you walked in.

Take a look.

Yo, kid.

When you came in, they had to cut through the suit.

But when you’re ready to bail— I’ve got a plan.

Hey!

It’s Spider-Man!

You get

along about what you said.

And you’d be happy to know I’ve decided…

I’m not doing this alone anymore.

I miss you, babe.

I mean… I still have a little pain in my back—

but I can probably get back out there if you need me.

What I need you to do is rest.

I know. I know.

Come on. Give me something.

How’s the investigation going?

It’ll stay the same… but—

Your friend, Black Widow— she’s been helping us pull up records Damage Control tried to erase.

Did you stop by her office the other day?

And how was it?

Honestly? My skin feels amazing.

Attention all units: confirmed bank robbery in progress.

Hey—are you getting this?

Yeah. I’ve got it.

Hey, it’s not far for me.

I can probably meet you down there.

No. We can handle the robbery.

Just take care of yourself.

Okay.

You too.

Say hi to E.J.

And Marley, for me.

Okay.

Spider-Man says hello.

Hi.

Uh—hey.

Oh, wow.

Flower guy, huh?

From the party?

I’m Peter.

Okay. Hello.

Peter.