Peter Parker (Earth-616)/Quotes

My fault -- all my fault, If only I had stopped him when I could have! But I didn't -- and now -- Uncle Ben -- is dead.....

Say! You don't happen to be related to another sunshine boy named J. Jonah Jameson, do you?

Hi, Smokey Boy!

I just dropped by to congratulate you on a perfect record! So far you've been 100 % wrong about me! I've got to hand it to you -- I'll bet it's not easy to make a fool out of yourself all the time!

Fate gave me some terrific super-powers, and I realize now that it's my duty to use them... without doubt... without hesitation!! ...and that means Spider-Man is going into action again! I'll fight as I've never fought before!! Nothing will stop me now! For I know at last that a man can't change his destiny... and I was born to be... Spider-Man!!!

I might as well face it... being Spider-Man is just plain habit-forming! It's like going out with girls!.. I can't give it up!

There's no way out! She'd never have me as I am--and I just can't give up being Spider-Man! So, she'll end up marrying Leeds--and living the quiet, uneventful life she dreams of! There's only one thing I've got to figure out--how do I forget about--the girl I love??

I've always felt I was partly responsible for the death of Uncle Ben, because he was killed by a criminal whom I didn't catch! And now--Aunt May! The two people I've loved most in the world--who were like my own father and mother to me--! Yet, their love for me--their kindness to me-- has brought them nothing but--tragedy! But it can't happen again! It mustn't! It mustn't! Not to Aunt May!! She's been too good--too kind--! I can't pay her back-- like this!! There must be some way to save her! There must be! And I'll find it! Somewhere, somehow--I'll find it! No matter what the cost--I'll save her!

Anyone can win a fight--when the odds--are easy! It's when the going's tough--when there seems to be no chance--that's when--it counts!

Am I really being a coward? Is it that I'm afraid to face Betty? To tell her the truth? Am I afraid of her reaction when she learns the secret I've kept from her all these years? No! This is not good! It's useless! I've got to learn to accept things as they are! I've got to stop thinking of Betty! To me, it must be as though she doesn't exist! It's the only way! Because, she'd never accept me as Spider-Man... but Spider-Man I've been... and shall always be... for as long as I live!

Iron! Iron's a metal! And his punch felt like metal! It's a long shot -- but it could be -- the Molten Man! I'd bet on it!

Let's talk about your costume! Those red longjohns break me up... but I liked your old yellow duds better!

Have no fear! Spidey is here!

Know why I hate you, Leeds--? Because you have the right to propose to Betty! The shadow of--Spider-Man--isn't standing between you!

Well, wobble my webs and call me shaky! It's Goldilocks -- the hippest hammer in the west!

Boy! No wonder you covered your head the way you did! I don't know who you are, but one thing's for sure--a beauty contest winner you ain't!

Now don't get the feeling that I'm mad at you... It's just that I hate anybody to skip around town in a jazzier costume than mine!

I can't let a common cold put me out of action! Otherwise, next time around, I'm liable to cry uncle if I develop some dandruff... or a case of chaffed lips! I might even become the only super-hero in town who won't fight because he's got acne!

When you beat me last time, you were fighting a sick little Spider-Man! Even Doris Day could'a knocked me for a loop that time!

Now I've seen it all! Those kookie mutants pick a fight with me because of some robot -- and then ride off into the sunset in a Rolls-Royce...while I stand here, soaked, with the beginnings of a summer cold! Some super-heroes have all the luck!

Don't get your gums in an uproar, Mallet-Head! I was just reading your column to get my laugh for the day! Where do you get the nerve to call your rag a newspaper? Who's been writing your stuff these days--the Brothers Grimm?!! Anyone who pays a dime for that scandal sheet oughtta get eleven cents change!

Ock broke through it for one reason... to flaunt his strength before me... out of pure cussedness! But now he'll learn how cussed Spider-Man can be! I'll show him what strength really is! He won't get another chance to return and jeopardize the life of Aunt May! No matter where he is, I'll find him! And this time, nothing will stop me from ridding the world forever of the menace of Dr. Octopus!

Even though I can't remember... even though I don't really know you... every instinct within me wants to smash out... to strike... to destroy you!

Didn't they ever tell you not to broadcast your plans? But that's the trouble with women... they just can't keep their mouths shut!

No matter how small I am--no matter how hopeless everything seems--I mustn't give up! My size doesn't matter! Even my life doesn't matter! No one can win--every battle, but--no man should fall-- without a struggle!

I always thought fat fellas were supposed to be jolly! They oughta toss you out of the union!

The more I risk my life... the more deadly chances I take... the less good it seems to do! With all my strength ... with all my powers... why can't I ever make things right?

Have no fear, Spidey's here!

I sure am popular in this town! If I ran for Mayor... even Mao T'se Tung would beat me!

Listen to me hot stuff! It's a private fight between the Lizard and me!

It's time I forgot about little ol' web-swinger for a while... and paid some attention to the private life of Peter Parker... who happens to be my favorite civilian!

There she is! Man... standing next to those million dollar paintings, she still looks like the only masterpiece in the place!

If this is a victory... I'd hate to be defeated.

Okay, Mr. Clean... We've got some unfinished business, you and me!

Which is worse...? Staying behind while other guys are doing the fighting...? Or fighting in a war that nobody wants... against an enemy you don't even hate?

When... when will I learn to mind my own business? If I stopped a forest fire, they'd fine me for being in the woods without a license!

People are always warning me! It's nice to know they care!

Sam Bullit is a liar -- and a crook!

I drank the potion-- even though it was untried-- it was untested-- because I wanted it to change me but-- not like this! NOT LIKE THIS!

We were a family, the three of us--

... Even a loner like Spider-Man has heard tales of the Vision!

I'll be burning the only evidence of Raleigh's real identity -- maybe because we need myths--and heroes-- and, yeah-- martyrs! Something twisted inside Raleigh made him what he was -- but whatever else he was, he's still a symbol! Isn't that all that really counts --

You're the creep who's going to pay! I'm going to get you, Goblin! I'm going to destroy you slowly, and when you start begging for me to end it - I'm going to remind you of one thing - You KILLED the woman I love! And for that you're going to DIE!

Hey Meatballs -- Yer sister plays the tuba!

Sorry MJ... Guess my mind was on other things. Just had a talk with someone... and it made me suddenly realize... hey, I'm not really alone, after all.

I suppose I should do something to help him, but I doubt if anything could survive that fall.

I can't get over that feeling of menace... as though something pretty bad was about to happen -- to none other than your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!

Save it for the papers, Jonah. Save it for tomorrow.

It's too late to go back to work with the Torch...and it's too early to go home. Guess all that's left is some web-slinging. Maybe that will cheer me up. Seems like everytime I finish a fight, I'm all alone again--which makes me think of Gwendy--and brother...that makes me want to die!

He -- he dropped me! I never realized -- never thought --! I'm too high up to snag a building with my web -- there's no way for me to catch myself! Looks like this time -- I've had it!

He-he dropped me! I never realized--never thought--! I'm too high to snag a building with my web--there's no way for me to catch myself! Looks like this time--I've had it!

Oh no! No! It can't be happening! It can't be--! Doc Ock is marrying Aunt May!

Head's up, Stegron-- Spidey's coming through!

My head... spinning again. That cold is really wrecking me... can hardly stand... UNNNNNH! It's not the cold... it can't be. My strength's emptying out -- feel all drained, on fire! Radiation poisoning -- I was exposed too -- the radiation must be hitting my own radioactive blood -- eating at me -- dissolving my energy -- destroying me! Can't move -- can hardly think! Is this -- is this it? IS THIS THE END OF SPIDER-MAN?

Forget it, Robbie. It's not important. I've got enough to be happy about. 'Cause you see, I'm beginning to realize -- next to some people's problems -- my life is charmed -- a regular picnic if you know what I mean.

RAXTON, NO! The water's too cold -- your body will --

Holy Cow! It's really him -- The Green Goblin lives again!

Are you Heckle or Jeckle?

Whatever I can give, he's got. You see, officer... he's my friend.

It's the Jackal! And from the way he's talking -- MY PROBLEMS HAVE JUST BEGUN!

Make that "chump", not champ, Max. You were Jameson's chump ten years ago -- now you've been the Jackal's. But don't worry -- someday, I'll get the Jackal too. And that, my fat friend -- is a promise from Spider-Man!

Then -- it's finally happened! I'm cracking up -- Peter Parker is -- insane!

No! It can't be! Gwen is dead! That can't be her!

Gwen? You're -- ALIVE -- ?

Sometimes I wonder: Am I Spider-Man because I want to help people -- or because I want to hurt them? These days I seem to do more hurting than helping.

Okay, hero-man... let's see you get out of this!

... They don't call me Spider-Man for nothing!

PROFESSOR WARREN! THE JACKAL IS -- PROFESSOR WARREN!

Von Shtupf, I take it back. You're not sick. You're just crazy.

Ta-Taa! No applause folks -- Just throw money!

I-I don't know who I am...! Spider-Man... or some laboratory-bred duplicate the professor created to battle him!

I'm nothing like the Torch! I'm prettier!

I mean I've heard of people wanting their name up in lights and all--
--But THIS is downright RIDICULOUS!

So, as someone once said, --- Up --- Up --- and AWAY!

Great! We're caught in the middle of a super-villain sandwich...

Oh mercy me, Mister Bad Man! Is that a thweat?

Bein' a super-hero's no bed of roses...

Agony, Mrs. Pym? I believe I know all about it.

Welcome to the hero business, Fly -- and good luck!

Hi-ya Cappy. How's it hangin'?

I -- I brought you this, Uncle Ben! For years I cherised it! It symbolizes everything you ever meant to me -- your belief in Peter Parker! It's the only fitting memorial for who you were - -my father, teacher... friend! You always built me up where others tore me down! I'm returning your gift to you, Uncle Ben! It's the only way I can express my gratitude! For whatever I am -- whatever I've become -- the good -- whatever good I've done with the powers fate gave me -- the best of me came from you! You didn't die in vain, Uncle Ben! You died that Spider-Man might be born! It's not the way I would have chosen it to happen, but if your death is to have meaning -- then I must rededicate myself to your faith that one day Peter Parker will do something to change this world... for the better!

I don't care if you are a doctor--how dare you talk that way to me! That woman means the world to me... I love her more than anything!

Here I am, ready for our date! Sorry I couldn't buy you flowers-- but the pay I get for being Spidey doesn't go far these days. So how about it? Dinner, a movie, and we neck on the way back to prison!

What's this! Bolts of cloth... for me?! Say, that's right! We are in the garment district, aren't we? This is mighty thoughtful of you, Prowler! My tailor was telling me I should have some new suits made up... and here you offer me a couple tons of material! That's nice... but do you have anything in polyester?

Not nice, fellas! If you shoot me, I'll just have to shoot you, too!

Right now, I'd trade the whole Spider-Man bit for a rocking chair and a subscription to Reader's Digest.

I need a place to change! A phone booth--? Nah! Even I'm not that corny!

New to New York, Moonstone? I can`t say I`ve ever heard of you! But then, I don`t get much time to read the "Wanted" ads...

C'mon! You're not really gonna try to stop me by waving a cape! This isn't a bullfight -- and you can't sidestep a guy with spider-speed!

Doc, one time I was in a jam, and a total stranger gave me his last five bucks. I figure that is particular five spot's been handed from stranger to stranger since money was invented. Each guy that gets it, when he's down and out, is obligated to pass it on to somebody else once he's on his feet again. So, I'm just passing it on, Doc.

Y'know, Vermin -- there's something in your eyes, in your voice -- something that reminds me of everything rotten, vile and stinking inside us -- all the inner monsters men hide from themselves!

Yep, it's your friendly neighborhood buttinsky--back again for more!

"Hold that pose"? I can't believe you said that! What were you going to do, take my picture?

You've shown that now you're willing to sacrifice anyone --anything-- to save yourself! And I don't owe you anything anymore!

Forget about the martyr bit, Jameson. I'll find this Hobgoblin creep! I don't know how, but I will... and I'll even save your job! If that doesn't prove I'm crazy, nothing will! And then, when this is all over, maybe the two of us outlaws can come to terms!

New York, you really know how to bring out the very best in... your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!

"Like I always say, 'With great power comes great indebtedness.'"

Gimme a break pal! Maybe I am wearing a new costume -- but that friendly neighborhood spider-signal should have been intro enough!

Don’t blame them, Ghosty! They were simply out-classed by that little old web-spinner… me!

I can't believe all that's happened in the last twenty-four hours! Mary Jane announced that she's always known that I'm Spider-Man! I have an argument with Black Cat, and a real doozie of a nightmare! Not only do I learn that my costume's alive, but I'm also the butt of one of the Human Torch's sick pranks!

Well I'll be an eight-ball's uncle! That glob just -- just spread out and became a costume -- and dissolved away the tatters of my old one in the process! Not bad! Different -- but not bad!

Cannonball, Professor Xavier should be proud to have a student like you! Listen, if he's dumb enough to kick you out, you can come work with me any time!

Hahahaha! Yuk yuk yuk! "The Spot"! Hoo-boy!

The amulet! His power resides in the amulet around his neck -- get it off him and he's beaten!

I can't be… won't be… the person you seem to want me to be: a mysterious masked adventurer out of some romance novel. I'm sorry, Felicia, but we've got to stop seeing each other!

Don't you see? I couldn't stand being a puppet. I'd rather die! And what good would I be to you then?!

Even though I break out in cold sweats every time I think about how the Symbiote tried to permanently graft itself to my body, I've got to admit that I like this look! Yeah!

Y'know what I like about you, Blackhead? Absolutely nothing!

New York, that's why I love ya! You're always so full of surprises! Now it's raining football players!

Hello, Aunt May. I've missed you.

Hey Smokey! Don't you know only you can prevent forest fires?

This is too ludicrous. 'Fess up -- the Human Torch put you up to this, didn't he? Or else… of course! I'm on Candid Camera, right?

I'm heading back to the city for some peace and quiet. Suburbia is just a little too wild for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Y'know, it's funny. A few minutes ago, I would've happily chased ol' Tubby for you... to finally nail him for a convictable crime: stealing those typewriters. Only, it's not a crime now, is it? It's government sanctioned! He's not a criminal -- I am!

I did the right thing letting the Hulk have him. Letting... the Hulk... oh God... forgive me...

Well, whoop-de-do! Give the man a cigar!

He...He used to be the Herald of Galactus! Galactus for Pete's sake! He could have killed me!

Someday, you'll make a mistake. And I'll be waiting!

Hey, everybody! LOOK! I'm SPIDER-MAN! Your friendly neighbor, Peter Parker, is SPIDER-MAN! Ya know, Parker...if everyone else in the building wasn't out having a good time, you might be getting yourself in real trouble right now!

I... I can't stay out of this...! It goes against every instinct I've lived by since Uncle Ben's death!

Good. Nothing's damaged... except my pride. Char-broiled by a kid. Maybe I'll prove how tough I am by slaughtering a troop of campfire girls.

Blast it Mary Jane, this can't wait! All I need is a yes or no: will you marry me?

TWO WEEKS!! In the ground! In the grave! Dead! TWO WEEKS!!

But I can't let my fear stop me. God, please don't let it stop me.

I really should re-design my web-shooters so this won't happen again! Either that--or sew a change pocket into my costume so I can carry bus fare! No, with a costume this tight--people might think I had cellulite!

Just drop me off at the World Trade Center.

What the heck is this, a Rambo convention?

People are not for hitting, and kids are people, too!

Okay, the unexpected I can deal with... as long as I'm expecting it, that is...

Before I go -- a little helpful hint -- breathe through your nose. 'Cause those webs can taste pretty hideous! Heh-heh.

I'm through being Spider-Man, Doc! I want you to use your machine to remove my powers! Completely! Forever!

The Doc's transformation -- I've never seen his blood-lust so consuming.

Why puny men try to hurt spider? Men Stupid! Spider can't be hurt! Spider strong!

Talk to me, lady. Tell me -- all your plans. Isn't that what you -- bad guys live for?

Playing super hero isn't a game. It's fate. We choose to do good. Choose to do bad. We had a choice.

I don't know you, Darkhawk. I've got a feeling you don't even know yourself. You want to kill a Bazin -- or a Hobgoblin... think about the consequences.

The next few days are going to be rough. I've still got a concussion to heal! And Mary Jane's going to be upset for quite a while! It'll take time, and talk, and affection. But I know we can work it out. After all -- I'm getting pretty good at reconciling things!

Loki created that monster! And if destruction is what Loki wanted -- destruction is what we're gonna get!

I see it -- but there's no way we can get to it in time to stop it!

To use your tired cliché-- is that the best you can do?!!

We're with you, Thrasher. Er... it's okay if I call you Thrasher isn't it -- even though we just met? I'm generally on a first name basis with anybody who attacks me from behind.

That guard! Crane's about to roll over his fingers! But I don't have time to save him and Cardiac! What'll I Do?!!

The freelance photographer's life, Kate-- it's rough. Always hustling your next job -- hopping from paycheck to paycheck. Lucky I'n not prone to anxiety.

... I have to set Venom loose!

This thing is strong. I need some time to figure out what it is and how to handle it!

But it's not the same thing! All these years--I've done my best to make up for that! I've wore this suit--gone out there and put my life on the line again and again! But no matter how hard I try-- --people-- --die!

But maybe the only real way to honor the dead is by making the most of your life, whether it lasts a few fleeting years... ...or a swiftly-elapsed century. I'll give it a shot, Uncle Ben. For you.

Sorry, M.J. and thanks. It's just that, it was bad enough when I found out years ago that my parents were government couriers, that they died on a spy mission against the Red Skull! But when they showed up yesterday alive, saying they'd been in Russian prison camps for the last 20 years -- ! Well, I guess I'm more messed up than I thought. I want to love these people, but how can I even believe them? If only I could find the Skull, have him confirm or deny their story...

Speedball notwithstanding, there's hope for the next generation yet.

I've seen you kill people. Okay, maybe they weren't the nicest people -- but your career is over!

Hey, if you're going to go against the BIG BOYS, you're going to have to have a tad more staying power.

If anything, the Punisher and I are more committed than ever to our opposing philosophies......and a final confrontation is inevitable.

Once Carnage and his band of animals have to face the cutting edge of technology -- they're as good as finished!

Being true to what I am is the most important thing! I realize it now! And if I ignore it -- everything else in my life, including my relationship with Mary Jane, will be nothing but a hollow sham! M.J. was wrong! This is worth the risk!

Ahhh, what a delightful aroma! Chanel No. 5 and Oregano!

I thought hassles about guys with long hair went out with the 60's!

"Whatever problems I have... they're overshadowed by the good things I've got. Mary Jane, Aunt May, a passel of friends... And a bunch of clobbered super-villains at my feet. It could be a lot worse

Blond guy? Hammer?! Oh, maaa-aan!

So I'm going to find the Chameleon. More important, I'm going to find whoever put him up to this! And when I do, I swear: they're both going to learn what "hurt" really means!

All I'd have to do is stop holding back. With my spider-strength, it would be as simple as snapping a twig... Who am I kidding? I'm a hero.

I can't deal with Parker's life. Parker's world as it is today. But here... I can at least remember his yesterdays. As hard as it was for me, growing up without parents-- there were a lot of wonderful times in this house with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. I was loved here. Protected.

That hurt. A lot. But whatever doesn't kill me... still hurts. A lot.

Hey, Sandy, is that your face or are you wearing a beach?

I had to get out. Out of Peter Parker's problems, out of his room, out of his skin. I feel the wind rush by me and my muscles flex and work and I let my mind go blank and I don't think for a while. I just let myself go into speed and motion and physical effort -- and for a few minutes, I let myself forget that it was my being Spider-Man that got Uncle Ben killed -- forget that I should feel guilty in this costume -- and, surprisingly, it's relaxing. It's peaceful. It's -- Lord help me, it's fun.

Sweet dream, JJJ. You've given me some of the worst years of my life. I'm gonna miss you...

Maybe our problems aren't due to the fact I can't deal with not being Spider-Man -- but because you can't deal with the fact that I am!

That's what I like about you, Torch -- you're so gracious!

Alligators in the sewers, Lizzie? Isn't that a little...cliché?

My reflexes were screaming out to launch into all the old spider-moves, but... while the spirit was willing... the body was unable to respond. And the thing that hurts most of all is that it is all so reminiscent of when I was a kid. Puny Peter Parker. Moving target for every bully in the schoolyard. And I'm as helpless now as I was then.

Reilly and I are supposedly the same person-- --but he has a quicker temper than me! He's headstrong, reacts without thinking sometimes! Must have been all those years on the road!

You may be gorgeous and smart and sophisticated and sneaky-- --but this "little boy" can still keep you tangled up here long enough-- --for someone to hear the fuss and call the cops-- --and then you're caught just as surely as if I was some big, brawny, respectable hunk!

What... what happened? He knew... and I knew... and he couldn't... he just couldn't stand the thought of... the thought of... No. I can't tell you, Ben. That's just one question that's going to have to go unanswered.

I'm not kidding, Bluebird! This isn't a game -- it's deadly serious!

That's okay, too, Betty. Take your time. After all-- --what's a relationship without a little mystery?

Yeah, Torch, you're right. Everything you said is true. It's just... it's just going to take me a long time to believe it, that's all...

Onslaught. He meant to enslave us. He destroyed our city... murdered our heroes... ...he took away so much... I...

You know, I wonder if that was the Scorcher's problem -- he was so ready to see the bad in life, he couldn't believe in anything good. So he acted like somebody's lies about him were true -- and if you do that, it doesn't much matter whether they were lies or not-- --'cause they're sure true now.

You know -- I think there's another reason they call you the Terrier, Gord! It's because you're nothing more than a dog to them-- --an animal, to be sicced on thier enemies-- --and if you screw up, they'll just cut you loose, because you don't know anything that can harm them!

Despite the fork in the road five years ago, we are the same guy. Closer that brothers-- closer than two people could be. When I found out that I was the clone and not you-- okay... yeah, I bugged out... but after that-- it was you! It was your strength-- your acceptance of it when you thought you were the clone that carried me through! You were my strength, and. well... you've come to mean a lot to me. I love you, man.

I-it's... It's... ...Mary Jane, the baby... they're... ...they're in trouble!!

Here I am, out to dinner with one of the most glamorous gals in the world, and what's she doing? Talking about other guys. Face it, Parker, it's the story of your--

Y'know-- --it's okay to call for backup!

Say, Headsy -- have you ever stopped to think that maybe I can dodge forever? That maybe the reason nobody's killed me yet is that it's not as easy as you think-- --and that maybe you're just not good enough?!

"Over?" I doubt it, Glory. Calypso's on the prowl again -- but I still have no clue what her agenda is. And that scares me... ...to death.

Well, responsibility's something I know a little bit about... ...so let's see if this friendly neighborhood wall-crawler can't get the scoop on this Prowler impostor!

...I... ...yeah... ...yeah, I do... He... ...his name was Ben... ...he was my brother... ...and I miss him, David... ...but I go on. We have to go on...

Spider-Man is back-- and I'm here to stay!

Comic books! But I've never seen titles like these on the local newsstand -- Marvel Mystery, All Winners, Young Allies, Captain America and the Sub-Mariner!

Just thinking that it's really strange sometimes, the way things work out..!

Actually -- it's -- Spider-Man. But why be so formal..? I'll call you Akasha and you can call me --

Hoo! Well, I guess we can all agree that she's now offically 'spooked...' which means that I don't have to worry about being so sneaky... now we can do things... Spidey style!

Ah, well -- assuming I do find a way to solve my financial problems, then there's one thing I know about college. If today was any indication-- --it's sure not gonna be dull!

It's not my Spider-Sense. It's something else... ...but what?! All I do know is that if I don't thwip up there and check it out now... ...I'm gonna be wonderin' what it was for a loooong time!

Sandman......you're absolutely right. I did treat you like an idiot. I'm sorry.

So we won't get out alive, huh? Where do you get your dialogue, bird-brain? From DC comics?

--'sheesh! Dig the decor! Looks like I made it in time for Neil Diamond!

Time for the main event, Venom! Time to get body-slammed in the face......by your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!

Y'know, Doc-- --there are some things even a master of the mystic arts isn't meant to know..! But thanks for that... ...thanks a lot.

Poor Eddie Brock......hopefully, now, he can find some peace with himself! And hopefully, the rest of us have seen the last of Venom... ...but somehow I doubt that!

And the funny thing is, Aunt Anna -- the entire time I was looking for it, it was right under my nose! Merry Christmas, everyone!

N-nice save, Subby! I give it a ten for dramatic value-- --but I'm subtracting points for your lousy sense of timing!

I'm not Captain America, or Reed Richards. I could very easily see people believing that Spider-Man is capable of murder, because they want to because they've been conditioned to believe it.

I'm the...um... the Bombastic Bag-Man!

Ah... Let's just say that I don't think you'll have to worry about Spider-Man from now on!

There you are, you handsome devil! Now put the nice motorcycle down; you could poke your eye out with that thing!

Whaddaya mean?! MJ, Norman Osborn wants to hire the Hornet... Me!... To throw down with Spider-Man... also me!... Because he despises Peter Parker... ...who, for those of you who came in late, is, once again... me! This is like... the best!

Man, what a dope I've been...! These last few days all I've worried about is whether Hope learned my secret or not... ...worrying about my problems, getting suspicious, convincing myself that she knew... ...seeing an accusatory look in her eyes whenever we were together...

The Super Hero Union only requires me to deliver one last-minute rescue per customer!

...now all I have to do is hope that Hope doesn't put two-and-two together and suspect that the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man who helped her-- --is also her friendly neighbor from next door, Peter Parker! Nah! Now I'm just gettin' paranoid...!

If the Technomancers have it, then that's bad news to begin with -- But if Osborn wants it, then that's enough to convince me that he just shouldn't have it!

I have to go make the world safe for truth and justice and like that. Hope I didn't infringe on any copyrights with that line!

And I wish I could tell you that time heals. Unfortunately, I can't... ...but you do learn how to live with the pain.

Who the --? What the --? How the --? Who is he? His moves... they're somewhat like mine, but... more like he's flying than leaping.

...this new Spider-Man, whoever it is, seems to have things pretty much under control.

Omigosh! It's a girl! Just a kid! What was she--

Getting caught in a battle between two god-like beings is not how I planned on spending my day, but... ...I guess it never is!

Honestly...not all it's cracked up to be. I mean...I'm glad MJ is having so much fun and all, and the money's great...I think...but I just didn't expect her to be out of town so much. I see her between flights and...well, it's not what I expected from our marriage.

It's funny how life turns out sometimes... Isn't it, target-top?

Who is this?! Brock? Is that you, Venom? Threatening me again?

That will never happen. You know I can and will fight you. Destroy you if I have to. With fire... with sound... whatever it takes, but you will never be part of my life again!

A grown man who puts on spandex and swings from rooftops in order to fight crime! Maybe I'm as insane as they are. But I guess it could always be worse. I'm lucky to have survived. Lucky to not be insane. Still, I can't help but think... ...how much luckier I'd be if I'd never become Spider-Man!

Thanks for the god lesson. I'll be leaving now! Good luck subjugating the will of all humanity.

Take a number, pal! You know how many times I've heard that? How many times I've had enemies try to kill me...or someone around me? You have any idea how tired I get of hearing it? Of having to deal with it?

You know that good old mindless super-hero versus world dominating villain kind of thing. Lots of punches, puns, blasts and web... ...bing?!

The way he's looking at me. He's got to know. And he's holding it against me... Not buying any of the photos... ...what am I going to do now?

-- nah! Been there... done that! Being Spider-Man is kinda cool!

Fine! Everything that can go wrong does go wrong... ...fine! Children in trouble. drug busts...the Sandman! Fine! Fine! Fine! I'll handle it all! I'll save the day! I'll beat the bad guy! And I will get to my blasted job interview! Because... ...I'm going to have a life!

My back-pack?! Where --? My costume and web shooters! They're... ...gone!

You'd think I could come up with some way to get my life in order so that I'm not always just scraping by. Why can't things ever work out for me the way they do for everyone else?

Hehh... I guess it's easy to laugh in the face of danger when you don't take anything too seriously.

So, uh... This friend of mine, he's a mime, an' they just send him to jail... ...it was a wheat field outside of buffalo with a big sign saying, "Pretend you are in prison!"

The memory of the man. I'm not hiding from anything. Not this time. I'll take care of her.

Remember me... Spider-Man... misunderstood hero. That's Hero... capital of H... also one of the good guys! And I do not kill people! Ever!

Typeface, huh? So, what does the "R" stand for? "Raving"?

Lady, you can call me whatever you want. Just don't hit me with that laser blade again, okay?

Okay, Arthur, big ugly monster guys and saving the world are my bailiwick. Did I fit bailiwick into a conversation? Cool!

C'mon, Typeface... Uhh... You really want murder and arson on your rap sheet? You don't strike me as the type.

I've been thinking of changing my name to something a little more millennial. Yeah... That's it... Millennial Man. He fights with the power of a million years.

Oh, sure... I can just picture it now: "Welcome to respectability, spidey. You owe us five squillion dollars in super hero back-taxes."

Tell you what: we're going to give this poor kitty a break. His life's been screwed with more than enough. We're going to let him live a little... hang out with his cat friends... get a girlfriend... live in peace. ...hopefully some place far, far away. Shoo! Go on... get! Make some friends... ...and let me get back to mine!

Y-You killed him! You finally did it... You killed my brother!

Yeah, I do. Funny thing is, I feel like she's still here, you know? I realize it's just because I want her to be. All my friends keep telling me it's time to let go. But I don't want to.

I already met that someone, Jill. And she was taken away from me.

I couldn't do it, Mendel. I mean, I beat myself up over this like you wouldn't believe. I must've thought about it a thousand different ways... ...but it's just not me.

I... I knew... I knew. I knew you were alive! Who did this? Why?

"Fusion," eh? You look more like a "Larry" to me.

Who am I? My name's Peter Parker. I'm the new science teacher.

Uhh...I know you better than you think, pal. You fit the mold perfectly: all your anger's driven by a series of convenient excuses --

...that there's a fine line between hero and psycho, I guess.

I may be quick -- I mean, you're looking at the dude who left Billy Pinder in the dust during a second grade sack race!

Hello, God... This is Peter Parker. Can I ask a favor? I know I've been your personal cat toy for the last few years...but can we not do that to me again for a while? Not real long, I know the odds on that are about zero...but just for a little while. Say...fifty or sixty years? I mean, that's not long in your terms, right? Just kidding, God... Just kidding. But I'll bet you knew that, didn't you?

Only madmen could contain the thought, execute the act, fly the planes. The sane world will always be vulnerable to madmen, because we cannot go where they go to conceive of such things. We could not see it coming. We could not be here before it happened. We could not stop it. But we are here now. You cannot see us for the dust, but we are here. You cannot hear us for the cries, but we are here.

And how she liked me -- they all liked me -- even though they knew I was Spider-Man. And about how that felt, knowing I belonged somehow. And how I didn't want to admit that I liked it. A lot.

That's what I love about you, birdbrain: you think you're really nifty-- --but you're really just the bottom of the cage!

If there's any way I can help, just... let me know. No strings. Honest and true. Deal?

Ooh. I love it when you talk fancy. Hey, I got one: "Cease and desist, you certifiable cephalopod!" Maybe you should've called yourself Doc Lobster.

Wait... "Crappy super-villain": Isn't that an oxymoron?

You're right: I can't. Not even to a stain on humanity like you.

Y'know its funny. I'd almost forgotten... how much I don't miss high school.

Burn Crisqó's old sheets. The celebrity beach house just got a new guest.

Heh. Well, I guess in the end, life's a beach!

Your name was Gwen Stacy. Mine is Peter Parker. This is the story of how we fell in love. Or, more appropriately, how we almost didn't fall in love.

But I got plans to meet a special lady at the airport tonight, and nobody's getting in my way. Especially-- --not-- you!

No, wait... I can see what you're trying to do. But I'm not biting, Norm. You're not worth it.

And I'm sure they're going to ask what kind of idiot talks about one beautiful girl to another beautiful girl...? And, uh, the answer is... this kind of idiot. Me. Peter Parker.

I won't have to kill you in return. I won't even have to send you in jail. Just being you-- that's life without parole.

And all I can think is, there's no way she could've gotten that far ahead. It's not physically possible. Not unless she's a mutant.

I don't need any promises, MJ. I'll wait for you as long as you need. Or until the stars turn cold and fall from the sky. Whichever comes first.

A million question and no one to answer them... very tantric.

Because you have to know-- --that it's not true. And I'm going to take care of it. One way or another. But it's not true, MJ. I swear it. I swear it. I--

Short answer, Shocker: you're selfish, I'm not. Or at least I try not to be. Now grow up. My organs feel numb and I'm going home. That's what us heroes get to do.

This is obnoxious. Even for me.

Do you realize how many crimes I could have stopped while I was jerking around, putting on a show for you guys?! Putting on a show for money!

Anybody ever tell you that you fight like a girl? I'm just asking in case there's anything you want to tell the group.

Maybe this whole beach is a Sandman factory, churning out idealized versions of yourself. Maybe--

I don't know how to make it make sense to you. I'm not even sure it makes sense to me. In the end, it all comes down to one, simple truth...I'm Spider-Man.

I'm not perfect, Flash. I've... done things. I've been selfish. People have died because of me. But I accept that, and I own it. And maybe in all this mess I'm able to stay strong... Because I know I'm weak.

Everybody in our odd little community would deny it, but we all watch each other when we cross paths, looking for weaknesses, in case that day ever comes. In case they ever have to stop me...or I ever have to stop them. But we never talk about it. Ever.

...hhh...I never sinned against you, Eddie. It's all about you and the suit, dude-- you two are like an old married couple.

Tell somebody you love them, or hit them, and you can't foresee all the possible consequences. You do "A" because it's a good thing. But "A" has consequence "B" which is a bad thing for somebody else. Sometimes I focus so much on what I'm doing right now to fix something, that I forget even bad guys have families.

I don't think it's Eddie Brock at all. I think it's the suit. It's looking for a new host.

What is it? Am I talking too much about the "Other Me", or maybe I didn't ask you how your day went, and I know how I can get caught up on one topic and talk for a long time without stopping in these really long run-on sentences and--

Yooooowchhhh!!! Hey. I think you fixed it. My shoulder. It feels bet--

I can't help wondering, what have I done? Did I just solve a problem, or create one? Did I just save Eddie Brock's life? Or did I just send him to hell?

And if you talk to any newspaper reporters, remind them that I've got a hyphen in my name! They always forget the hyphen!

Sorry I won't be able to oblige. I've been working on a new dance step. Oops. Now I've gone and put my foot in it.

Love is never silent, Mr. Davis-- and it never dies. It lives in us, in our hearts... ...forever.

Well, technically, Octopi have arms... ...spiders have legs. And toned, shapely ones at that.

Whoa. Have you been lifting weights, tubbo? Hey, fat bottom-- --one good 'feet' deserves another.

Jeez, you are the most anal-retentive super-villain of all time.

Your problem is, you're a dinosaur. Say it with me now: "Look everyone! I'm extinct!"

Out there, if I ever gave up, even for a second, it would all be over. But it's hard. I get tired. I get worn. Do you know what keeps me going? I know that I have to get home to you. I have to walk through that door.

Hey...by "gets any worse" I mean, like, hitting people an' stuff. Especially old friends who are trying to do you a favor.

And that's all she wrote!

Pardon me for interrupting, but do you people always run a background check on your new teachers?

Yeah, listen. I know you must have idiots showing up and doing this all the time, but it really is me, Jarvis. Could you hit the buzzer and let me in? I'm getting soaked out here.

Dude, you need to pick on someone your own size, species and/or gender. Say, what gender are you, anyway?

We had a deal, Eddie... And you broke it... So what are we gonna do now?

I'm sorry, Aunt May. Sorry for this stupid hobby that keeps killing people I love. Now you're gonna die just like Uncle Ben and just like Uncle Ben...it's Peter Parker's fault.

Uhh...jeez... I feel like I'm in high school again. Are you flirting with me?

Listen to Bushnick's editorial! "It's high time that the publisher of the Daily Bugle learns this valuable lesson...That the fourth estate wields great work, and with it, there must also come great responsibility." Couldn't have said it better myself.

There are some things in my life that you just don't touch if you want to walk away with your spine intact.

Actually, Eddie... I know three things. I'm faster than you... I'm definitely--smarter than you... And I've always been... Stronger than you.

I still can't believe you never told me we were having money problems. I mean what did you think I was going to do? Push you off a building?

I'm three days away from you finding me running around Times Square in nothing but my web-shooters and my mask whooping it up about power and responsibility.

I guess maybe there's a reason for everything in our lives. Even our mistakes.

Seriously, I'm not the guy I was back in high school, you morons. First person lays a finger on me leaves the gym on a freakin' stretcher!

Well, uh... ...I've made a couple of changes.

What the Bleep is WRONG with you? I almost had Doctor Doom until I tripped over you and this stupid [Bleep] camera! Now stop [Bleep] following me! If I see you again, I'll [Bleep] you [Bleep] camera up your [Bleep][Bleeeep]!

Keep on trudging ahead. And if you should happen to fall at some point along the way, Pete-- Get up. Dust yourself off. Don't look back... And try even harder the next go 'round.

John Jameson. Spider-Man's your son, Jonah. I really am truly sorry.

Ahem. Like I was saying, I got two pairs. Two nines... ...an' two more nines. That makes four. Read 'em an' weep, fatso.

Yeah...that's me: I'm the cleaning lady. Always got some kind of solution. But it never really gets out the stain.

Why is it that every time I've ever tried to get my life together--it almost always ends up with me being late for school?

What am I doing? I've never lied to MJ before. Come on. Parker, that's another lie. You've lied plenty. But that was a different time. A different time.

Geez, let a guy plummet to his almost-death one time and you never hear the end of it.

Is it just me, or do you have a fascination with death? And should I be worried about this?

I mean "Gun-Toting-Maniac-With-A-Skull-On-His-Chest" crazy. I mean, REALLY. You and the Punisher would really get along. Well, probably not...

Why, if it ain't my pal, the human gasbag!

Just try not to blow up the whole neighborhood, okay? My favorite Indian take-out is around here somewhere. What? You don't like tandoori?

And I'm Spider-Man. Weird things happen to me all the time.

If I'm right...and I think I am..all those hits were just a diversion from their real agenda: to smuggle something very dangerous into the country.

Just remember: as my Uncle Ben once said-- --with great power there must also come great responsibility.

I'm sorry... ...but this whole adventure was ridiculous!

Logan, I swear to God... I think I'm going to kill them. Magneto. His stupid daughter. I'm gonna kill them with my bare hands. I'm not -- I'm not going to be able to stop myself.

Yeah, after all those years on my own, I could get used to this Avengers thing. I could definitely get used to this.

This slasherday thing's getting everyone nervous. I want Razorfist put away fast. Maybe then I'll believe you can teach your symbiote some manners.

Do you know how many rank amateur super-villains I've beat the stuffing out of today? You guys are stupider than the real Absorbing Man!

Well -- It was nice knowing all of you.

Paul...you may not have a wife...but I do. And she hates it when I'm late on dinner-and-a-movie-night.

Empire State University. Where Spider-Man was born. And, now, where he may die. Oh, the irony.

That's what I love about this city. Every time I need to hit someone really, really hard, some jerk steps up and volunteers.

MJ... May... I'll never leave you again. Never. Never. Never.

But now I think... maybe there's even more to the powers I got that day, and maybe I can use them to help people more than I ever imagined. Tonight, if I hadn't been open to those powers, I might never have reached that girl in time.

...someone wanna tell me where the naked guy came from?

It would be simpler, and more legal, if guys like me registered. If we were regulated, like the AMA or any of those other initial-groups. The problem is that after registration always comes regulation.

How did--? This... You... What are you? A ghost?

Somewhere, there's a one-liner about me "crashing this little party."

What have you done now!? What kind of crazy trick is this? And... what? They don't have carburetors in the future, with all the smoke that thing's giving off?

My name is Peter Parker, and I've been Spider-Man since I was fifteen years old. Any questions?

Richards was wrong; you're not a symptom, you're-- --you're insane!! You're-- nothing!!! A cold-blooded nothing that shouldn't even be breathing. Reality check, Stregon. It's not mammals or reptiles that rule the world--It's spiders!!!

Well, there's the whole thousands of mutant-controlled energy fields inside a mystery man in a place where millions of mutants died? Sounds bad.

Because everyone's picking sides, everyone's being recruited, but... that's not your style, I know. You're your own woman.

Huh. Maybe I should've dressed up like a bat instead of a spider. Strike fear into my enemies... Nah. Dumb idea.

If the cost of silence is the soul of the country...If the cost of tacit support is that we lose the very things that make this nation the greatest in human history, then the price is too high.

I've made you and MJ targets. Taken away what little semblance of a normal life we had. God, if the Chameleon had hurt you or... ...or worse...

Peter Parker, masquerading as your friendly neighborhood gym teacher. But that Arrow woman was right. I can't just abandon the kids. Not until I'm sure that I've thrown enough of a scare into the underworld...

Jeez. Mooney. Rhymes with loony.

And maybe you want to think about what you would call weakness-- and others, compassion-- isn't always such a bad thing.

So, White Tiger -- are you one of Hector's cousins or nieces? Because you have his NON-sense of humor.

Whether a law is right or wrong, moral or immoral, is an idea, a personal philosophy... but it always seems that fights over ideas skip over the barrier into the real world and become battles of real violence.

And now with all that's happened... The police, the army, everybody's after me... What was the point? What was--? Dammit. ⚞sigh⚟

We're the NEW New Avengers.

And the rest of you -- be careful, okay? The world's not... it's not so fun anymore, you know? I don't want to go to any more of these.

I will find them. And when I do--I'm going to kill them.

Look, Marko... I dunno if I'm going to be that much help to you anyway. I'm not a detective. All I know is this: There have been two Uncle Bens in my life. One showed up out of nowhere some months back, and then vanished.

Thank God. I wasn't sure Mr. Fantastic would help me since I'm not part of his so-called "Initiative"...

Just one thing, Mr. Fisk. You can die.

You're from the future. His future. It was the only way you could know that the other Spider-Man was from 2211. And since there's been a future Spider-Man... and future Hobgoblin... Why not a future Chameleon?

Hey, that look is trade-marked! Ya gotta pay ten bucks if you're gonna do that!

--the damage had already been done, Felicia, and... ...and Jordan knows how close he came. And now... ...now, he has to live with that part of himself, for the rest of his life.

End of the road, Fisk. You. Me. RIGHT NOW.

Because Flash Thompson is my friend! And if you think you're going to get away with him, you're-- --you're-- --absolutely right, apparently.

If you ever laugh, let me know so I can hide underground.

I've done something far worse than kill you, Fisk. I've beaten you.

Like hell. I'm getting showered, changed......and then Jonah Jameson and I are going to have a long overdue...chat.

You...You snuck up on me and my spider-sense didn't go off...Who are you?

And we shall be called... the Fellowship of the Ring.

She took a bullet intended for me, Stephen. If I'd moved just a second faster, if I'd seen -- I can't let her die like this, not when it's my fault. I can't live with that. I can't, I --- God...God...God...For God's sake, Stephen...help me...please help me.

Family, eh? Well, face it, tiger, you just hit the jackpot!

Oh, fought some crime, saved the world with a war-maiden in chain mail bikini, had my blood sacrificed to an ego-maniac with a skin condition... you know, the usual.

You would not believe the day I'm having.

And once again, the Spider-Cheese stands alone.

So, what's your story, sweet cheeks? Is there an introductory super-villain promotion going on? Because you're my third newbie this month!

Still, shooting the mutant with a healing factor probably wasn't the best use of your arrows. You're just going to make him...mad.

H-Have t-to admit, though...I'm s-starting to wish I'd b-been bitten by a radioactive p-polar bear.

You'll never make the Yankees with a swing like that! Or even the Mets! Of course I don't think they have a uniform in your size.

Oh my God. Cap's back.

Hello? Creepy waif girl? Sorry about the "paper doll" crack. That seemed to touch a nerve.

Thanks for the heads up "mystery girl". In fact, thanks for all of 'em. We made a pretty good team.

Whoa! I haven't seen this many villains, thugs, and lowlifes in one place since I watched C-Span's coverage of congress yesterday!

You can't arrest me. I'm the good guy

Devil Man, Devil Man, Dares whatever a devil can. Is he brave? Listen here. Just call 'im the Man sans Fear. Hey there! There goes the Devil Man!

Life sucks sometimes... but it's always worth living.

I'd take fifth home. I've been patrolling it pretty hard the last couple of nights.

Well, I never thought I'd say this...Spider-Man's gonna save me!

You did not tell a Skrull you locked in the freezer to "chill out."

You say you don't want the responsibility? Guess what? People like us...we don't get a choice.

But without a Tommy Gun and a "dirty rat"--you're not my Hammerhead.

If Johnny Storm doesn't jump out right now and tell me I've been super-punked, someone's getting hit in the gonads.

Kill him? Wait, you mean this isn't the Love Boat?! Dang, I was really hoping you and Charo could help me rekindle my marriage...I really got to update my references.

Is that Hoary Hosts with an "H" or with a "W"?

Stand back and, above all, ignore my girlish scream of anguish -- because this is gonna hurt.

I know who I am. Who are you? Gray Guy? Half-Tone, the Faceless Wonder?

Are you kidding? I just spent two weeks getting shot, buried alive and crawling through sewers. You bet your adamantium tuchus I feel like it.

My aunt lives around here, by the way. Do you know what the sound of gunshots does to her property value?

Too slow, Golden Boy. Me on the other hand? I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee...well, more like float like a spider, sting like a spider. Which is odd, because spiders neither float nor sting.

It's hard to face your fears. But sometimes, you must. Then... and only then... ...you can be at peace with them.

Ya hear that, Chameleon? The President-elect here just appointed me... Secretary of Shuttin' You Up!

I'm not a serial killer! I like...nay love cereal! Fruit Loops is my favorite! Then again, Lucky Charms isn't so bad, either. Believe me, I'm a firm believer that every red-blooded American kid should start his day with a half-pound of sugar, magic marshmallows, and a spastic leprechaun who wants to steal your breakfast.

Oh, no. No no no. That's -- that's Venom. That's Venom as me. That's -- and it's not even the good one. It's Mac Gargan... the Scorpion... Guy used to fight with a scorpion tail. You know... he used to throw his butt at you.

Seriously, a clinic that super heroes frequent and you think, "That's the place I want to rip off next"?! Let me ask you, and be honest, are you stupid? Or really, really stupid?

I am the Spider. I own the night. I'm your worst nightmare come to life, punk, and you're looking right at--*Kof!* *Hack!* How can he keep that up for an entire movie..?

You're complaining about how you look? You've got a cool hood and cape...I'm wearing lime green! And I've got a star on the middle of my nose!

Wow, you know you're in crazytown when Osborn's the voice of reason.

I'm not your pal. And these? These aren't my clothes. This's my disguise. It's not who I am. This--this super hero stuff isn't my life! My real life's back on Earth! With my real friends and my real family...

Have I been wrong all these years? Is snark a spider-ability?

Bowl Psi-Isad Oosh (say it fast)

Check the rulebook, buddy! You're not allowed to bring automatic weapons into a super-people fight! Unless you're the Punisher 'cause, you know, who's gonna tell him it's against the rules?

You've worked so hard, Harry, to do the right thing in your life...You risked everything...to save me...a man you hate...Kill him, and everything you've built in your life goes away. I promise you.

Hey, do you guys realize that the acronym for "Anti-Spider Squad" is A.S.S.? So I can call you big A.S.S.!, and you dumb A.S.S. and if your team does a tie-in with Hershey's, you can each be a candy A.S.S.!

Man. I should start a blog. "Spiderfail.org"

Hi, Danielle. I Pida-Man. Spida-Mun. Spider-Man. I don't even know what I just blabbered. Just pick the one that made the most sense.

I let it all go by pulling her closer and everything else fades away. For a second.. the last second before my brain shuts off and I become all body, I can't help but think what a bad idea this is... And I smile. Bring it on.

You down to punishing strippers now, Frank?

She's a bad guy, folks. You should stop giving her attention and use the internet for what it was invented for...using the Googles to find Norman Os-porn. Everybody knows that.

Eesh! And I though I was obnoxious!

Yeah, well I need a Video Music Award, but you don't see me attacking Taylor Swift.

To coin a cliche: Face it tigress -- you just hit the jackpot!

I need to give myself a paper cut from an irradiated hundred dollar bill.

Sorry folks, Screwball's webcast is off the air. Please go back to watching monkeys on ice-skates or whatever else you do with the internet.

You think this is a lot of wreckage? This is nothin'! This one time, Doc Ock dumped his entire underwater headquarters on me! Water was rushing in...but I never gave up! I never gave in! I have to be equal to my strength -- or else I don't deserve it! NNNN! The strain -- NNNNN! -- it's unbearable -- but -- but -- um, yeah... Actually, I can't lift this. Little help over here? Please? Bueller?

Be right back. Gotta hit the little Peter room.

I'm talking to the guy who's filming, watching, and getting his jollies from every minute of this. You went too far this time, Mysterio! Now it's personal!

Jonah may be--is--the cheapest, most arrogant, most annoying carbon-based life form in the galaxy...but even he deserves not to be smeared.

What do I do now? How did I lose this badly? How much worse can my life get?

No, you want people to love you for being the good guy. It's not the same thing.

Y'think maybe we could move this relationship into another area? Personally, I think we're ready-- --let's swing, baby!

This...this won't please the Enigma Force.

Oh, God. You're finally going to do it, aren't you, Mac? You're finally going to kiss me.

Look, none of us sought the power we have. It just happened to us. We're all here by--accident!

Yep, that's me... just your friendly neighborhood Spider-God.

Yeah, business as usual. I'm just a "misunderstood guy with a good heart."

May...I...I know that I've been annoying you lately. And I'm sorry...I just...I need you Aunt May. Please, stop yelling...I need to know we don't all want to hurt each other...that can't be what's inside everyone.

Stop! Come back here! Or... Or I'll say "stop" again!

And that's why you and our mutual friend here have the same aura, flattop... you both believe just whatever you want to.

The wisest man I ever knew told me with great power comes great responsibility. The smartest man I know lives that. Every day. And I'm proud to call him a friend... ...and Stretcho.

I blew it, Strange, I did the one thing I promised myself I would never do. I put my family in the crosshairs and no matter how many times I go over it in my head, I keep coming back to the same thing. I need the world to forget that I'm Spider-Man.

Whoa! Either there's something wrong with the fluoride in the water, or the Big Apple has a vampire problem!

--so I was thinking...since you have the abilities of giant vampire bat, why not just take the name of Batm--

Hang on! Baby's first ride's about to get bumpy!

My ex-girlfriends becoming girlfriends? They're gonna spend all their time talking about me, I just know it. Good ol' Parker luck. You never fail to fail...

Remember me? From the fashion police? I'm here about all the white you're wearing after Labor Day.

This isn't good. Haven't seen him since the massacre. He was part of a crew of super villains that Carnage led through New York City, slaughtering as many civilians as they could. The worst part is the madness spread. Everyday people started rioting... murdering. It was mayhem.

Lucky that is exactly how I would describe myself, he said sarcastically.

--so I was thinking...since you have the abilities of giant vampire bat, why not just take the name of Batm--

You accepted each other for who you are. You were family. Just knowing that was possible...that it might be possible for me...it means a lot. It still does.

Everyone thinks your brother's an impossible act to follow. Between him and Captain America-- --there are some role models that always seem to be out of reach. Best the rest of us can do is keep trying.

What?! Oh, this?! It's how I do my best work! In the buff! Say! Isn't this a private lab?!

I get to call Rocket Racer and apologize making fun of his name...

And with all my gear here in my secure vault, for once my Peter-Parker-life is 100% Spider-Free

With my spider-strength, speed, and agility nothing could've stopped me from landing any sports scholarship-- or getting on any professional team I wanted. Nothing except a sense of responsibility. And a tiny bit of pride.

That's a crazy expensive way for things to end. I mean, even for Brooklyn that's gotta be expensive.

Logan. Buddy. If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake. But if you want at my little lizard pal, you're gonna have to go through me.

How are you walking like that?! At these G's?! You been workin' out, Mac?!

I'm done. Done accepting things the way they are. I swear to you... ...from now on... ...whenever I'm around, wherever I am... No one dies!

I can do this. It's not impossible. Not for me. I have great power, resources, and resolve. And I will make this work. Not for Uncle Ben, Captain Stacy, Gwen, Marla, or any of the others I failed in the past. This is for you, for all of the living, for everyone out there! I'm going to make you all proud. You'll see. I promise.

Oh, Spider-Sense, I miss you so mu-huh-huch.

Oy. With the guilt. Fine! Wanna be in the Fantastic Four, Spidey? Sure. What? Oh. We're the Future Foundation now. Bait n' switch if you ask me. Razzin' frazzin'...

Home sweet home! Dimensionally if not geographically that is...

Miss Frost, you've got to get to the machine. Make with the smashing!

This has got to be the worst alternate universe ever.

I don't even know how long I've been going. Fifteen, sixteen hours? Carlie is alright, thank God. I found her in her apartment with a knife, scared that every killer she ever helped put away was coming to get her. No one's heard from May, but everything's down now. She could be anywhere... But the one place she probably is, I can't seem to get to. Because no matter how I scared I am for her... ...I can't let people die.

Careful, Ben! The Sinister Six aren't pushovers -- believe me, I know! Terrible dressers? Yes! Intermittent deodorant users? Double yes! But pushovers -- not!

This is my fault. I brought them up against an enemy they're not even close to ready for. And now they're going to die. And it's all my fault... Just like Marla...Just like Uncle Ben. I didn't save him. He died because I was weak. Because I wasn't good enough. I made a promise to him that day that I could never be good enough to keep... But I swore I'd never stop trying. I know I'm not good enough. I never will be. That's no excuse to stop fighting. No matter how much it scares me. No matter how much it hurts. Ben Parker taught me that. And nothing scares me more than letting him down.

Nothing was going to stop it. And, like that, the Avengers were never going to be the same again. No joke.

Batroc? Let the leaping begin! ... The thing is, you're so mock-able. I'm sorry, but you wear a mask and use your own name? That's not a secret identity, Bats. That's just an identity. With a mask.

Not gonna happen. I'm not giving up on you. Any of you. There have been plenty of times I wanted to give up on myself. When just about everybody wrote me off. But there was always someone who didn't. Some of those people are still around... and some aren't. They believed in me. And there's no way I'd let them down. I believe in you. And this foot! I know you've been through a lot. Things nobody should have to face. But I'll show you there's always a better way.

I can feel it, gnawing at me. The fear. It's so raw, so real... I see them all, everyone I care about, everyone I love. Carlie... dead. Mary Jane, dead because of me. Aunt May, dead. Because I wasn't good enough. I wasn't fast enough, I wasn't strong enough, I wasn't smart enough, and she's dead because of me. My fault. My responsibility. And I failed them. I failed them all. Please, God, somebody make it stop. The fear is so strong it's like I'm on fire. So powerful I can feel it.

There is no hope. I can barely stand. I can't feel my right arm. There's blood in my eyes, my ears. He's stronger than me. I can't even hurt him. There is no hope... but luckily... I'm too big of an idiot to accept it.

You are so related to Wolverine.

Hey. If you're watching this, you know what's going on. Some New Yorkers woke up today with spider-powers... And they're tearing the city apart. And all over the world, no one's asking "Why would they do that?" Because everybody knows... New Yorkers are loud, rude, obnoxious jerks! Well, guess what? The rest of the world is wrong! 'Cause today, like a lot of you, I found out that I've got spider-powers too! And I'm gonna do my part! My name's Peter Parker, I'm a native New Yorker... And when I look around this city, I don't see a bunch a' jerks. Know what I see? Teachers, nurses, cops, parents, neighboors, friends... Good people who give their all! Everywhere I look, I see heroes! Now lets show 'em this didn't just happen to the jerks, it happened to the real New Yorkers too! And that today, we're not just heroes... We're Super-Heroes!

I think when I went through that door I kept saying over and over in my mind... I need to go to Tahiti. I need a million dollars. I need a new girlfriend. What do I get? A Jarvis burger and a fruity drink.

Brrr... what was that? Something bad is going down somewhere. Something verrrry bad. But that wasn't my spider-sense. That was my Peter Parker-sense tingling.

They can chain her up, but they can't take away her bad luck powers. And if I know Felicia...She's not sitting still waiting for a rescue.

Well, technically... what we did was not blow up Manhattan. But, yeah, I'll count that as a win.

Why didn't I see it before?! Doc's ice pellet! It's the same tech I created for my cryo cube! And the armor he's using... It's based on my helmet design! His stealth satellites... are using the same principle as my noice reduction system! All my inventions for Horizon, everything I've put out into the world--Doc's modified it! Twisted it! I've given him everything he needs! THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!

Two minutes earlier, Silver Sable put her life on the line, with no weapons and no expectation it was going to work. It was one of the bravest things I'd ever seen. But now, it looked like Sable was back to her old mercenary self. Until I saw something no one else votadas to see... A smile for the princesas and her new husband. It was a teeny one. Blink and it was gone... But I saw it. And that's when I knew who Silver Sable really was. Incredibly brave. One of the most dangerous fighters I've ever seen...but she only pretended to be all about the money...because sometimes she put it all on the line for love. It's why she did everything. Love of her country. Family. Friends. Love of a rare vintage of champagne. And most of all, a love of adventure--Of life.

This is a hunt. I'm not here to fight you--- I'm here to end you!

It's been eight days since the fall of Wakanda. Eight days since we came here with our tail between our legs. And every day since. It's only gotten worse. It's gotten so that every time I hear that mystical portal start to open. My heart sinks. I haven't cracked a joke in weeks. There's just nothing funny about the end of the world.

Something else Ben used to say..."With great powers comes great responsibility." I learned the truth of that one the hard way...right here. An accident at the science hall gave me my powers--but in that old warehouse, I truly learned what it means to be Spider-Man. And now it's gone. But Jonah was right, it won't be forgotten. I can never forget. This site will always be a reminder of my responsibilites...my great responsibilites. I'm trying, Uncle Ben...and I'll always keep trying. That's my promise.

One scientific mishap, and hours later I'm sewing a costume. Déjà diddly vu. Okay, world, better hang on to your hat... Here comes Alpha!

And... And I guess he was right after all... someone is killing the Brooklyn Avengers.

My life gets pretty crazy sometimes. And... and sometimes I don't remember to thank the people who mean a lot to me. But this week reminded me that friends from the past are important. And also that good things can come...even out of tragedy.

Hate it whenever they say 'Plan B'. That's super villain code for 'blow everything up'.

Miles Morales. Miles Morales. I wonder if we have a Miles Morales? Oh my God.

Surrounded by a pack of vicious velociraptors. It's like this nightmare I had once...only this time I'm not naked.

My mind must be going. I brought super villains into this...almost freed the Lizard. I shouldn't be a part of any of this. I--I'm Spider-Man.

That was me, Otto. You can't hear me, can you? You don't even known I'm here. Doesn't matter. You don't get to kill. I won't let you. I don't know how, but I am still in the fight! I am Peter Parker. And I swear I'll find a way back!

One scientific mishap, and hours later I'm sewing a costume. Déjà diddly vu. Okay world, better hang on to your hat... here comes Alpha!

Figures. Fuzzball gets the hot cat-lady, and I get locked in the bathroom.

That's weird. The master plan was to drop me in the ocean to drown? Not likely. These guys never work like this together. So who's rallying the troops? To be this organized? They need a boss. A general. A Kingpin.

Each night has the same pattern. It begins with the hope that people won't need me. And each night ends the same way... Knowing there isn't enough time... That there's always more to do... That even Spider-Man can run out of strength.

Once the fighting began, instinct just took over. Carnage flowing through your blood...like venom.

I beg to differ, matchstick-- --but I'm not exactly sweatin' this one.

But sometimes fighting fire with fire isn't the answer...

I'm Peter Parker! I'm back! And this is just the beginning! Because I swear to you... I will be-- FREE!

And then I think I got it. As long as you have that one thing in place... the rest will take care of itself.

My name is Peter Parker. The real Peter Parker, that is. For a while I had been locked in this brain that Ock and I both shared. Call my role in all of this what you will: a participant in his life, an observer to his memories, but watching this particular Superior Spider-Man unfold has given me new perspective on Ock's actions. And while I don't condone the things he's done, I can at least understand them a bit more. To his credit, it was Otto's scientific findings that helped create the Goblin cure, so in a way he did win his battle with Norman. Because not only did he kill the Green Goblin as we know him, but he did it through science. The irony being that what finally enabled this scientific mastermind to become a Superior person, was when he stopped thinking with his head... and started thinking with his heart. As for me, I'm just happy to be back. A lot has changed in my life, and a lot of consequences need to be faced. But for the time being it feels good to look in the mirror and know that behind those Baby Browns is... Amazing Spider-Man

What do I do now? I've let you down, Uncle Ben. And now Aunt May too. Before, she was afraid I was a drug dealer. Now, if she knew the truth, she'd be even more upset. That's it. I'm through being Spider-Man! I'm done!

That-- that was one of the Watcher's eyes?! But the Watcher's seen... everything. Ahh! Millions of secrets! Things that were kept from me! Filling my head all at once! The spider! After it bit me-- --it bit someone else?! A girl? I--never knew! Who is she? Ezekiel?!

I didn't know where else to go... Clash is my responsibility. I inspired him. Helped make him. Spurred him on. And I couldn't stop him. I can't stop him. And on top of that, I've let everyone down. I've let you down. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry.

Today was a bump in the road, but I'm feeling good about all of this. One Super Villain's cured. A zillion more to go. I can do this. I've got my own company! All these resources. Good friends by my side. I can feel it. We're gonna change the worlds! This is going to work!

Hope you were watching, Uncle Ben. 'Cause I did that for you. Kept everyone safe. Kept them from being scared. And I made it fun. It doesn't matter that most of 'em wouldn't have lifted a finger for Peter Parker. That's not why you do it. You do it 'cause it's the right thing to do. Because it's what you would've done. You were more than a father to me, Ben Parker. More than a role model...You were my hero. Now it's my turn. Because from now on, I'm going to be yours! You'll see. I'm going to give it my all! We'll have fun! I'll never quit--and it's going to be amazing!

Jonah only goes after me because he loves this city. He genuinely believes Spider-Man is a menace to society. Always has. Look, I'm not saying you have to like everybody you meet. Or that you can't get mad at people when they screw up. Just that it might be worth a minute to try and see things from the other guy's side. Turns out most people--even the grumpy ones who yell--probably don't deserve blunt force trauma on the head.

I said, "You're welcome." Sorry, I have laryngitis.

Hey! You kids! I can hear yer party from the next block! Wit' yer beat or beat-like combos and yer glow-sticks! An' yer skinny ties! I work nights ovah heah! I gotta goldfish wit' an anxiety problem! Turn it down! Wait, wait, wait--wrong rant. What I meant to say was--break it up, okay? Please? 'Cause, I mean... okay, I came in a little late, but... We're not this. The Avengers are not this. Our job is not to bring walking tanks to do our talking for us. Or thunder gods, or big hair, or--or whatever else. It's not to wade in with overwhelming force to protect our authority when we're in the wrong. And right now you are in the wrong, Tony--Sam. And you know it. So... So back off, guys. Or you can come through me. Because I am an Avenger. And that... That is what we are. But, uh... Obviously I'm hoping you don't come through me...

Vile?! We're vile? You were about to cut open a baby! Know what, Great Hunters? Spider season is over! It's dirtbag season. Get 'em!

No contest, Otto. A real hero wouldn't have threatened Anya's life. Or risked the fate of the universe to save his own skin. The greatest heroes put others in front of themselves. One day you will understand that. On the day you sacrifice everything. The day you give up that body. The day you finally accept that I am the Superior Spider-Man!

Avengers Assemble! What? It's a better battle cry than "Geronimo!"

Seriously, what is it with New York? Would it kill you to invade Denver once? But no. You've always got to destroy Central Park or eat the Statue of Liberty... Bad guys are such tourists.

Choices matter. Fate is fragile. I know because I'm not just a physicist. I'm your typical Friendly Neighborhood Web-Spinner. And I have a very bad feeling Yuri Watanabe just made a very bad choice.

To me, my X-Men!

We're not just our failures. As much as they hurt, we learn from them. Then we go out there and do our best to make up for them-- Even though we never will. We save people. We save as many as we can to make up for the ones we couldn't. That's all we do.

I trusted you, Yuri. I trusted you!

The Yuri Watanabe I knew was a passionate cop and reluctant vigilante. This woman--I'm not sure who she is.

The world turns, people turn, everything turns. And it never turns. What can you say? It's the circle of life. But it isn't really a circle. Not really. It's a Spiral. The thing about spirals? So go up. Some go down. And some just go 'round and 'round.

We're not here to build a fortune. We're here to build the future. We live in a time where heroes save the world every day. But what are they saving it for? My greatest hero was my Uncle Ben. He saved so many people's worlds, you wouldn't believe it. Helping a neighbour with their mortgage. Another with his groceries. He barely had anything, but he did so much with what he had. Running a global company like this is the most power I'll ever have. And in his name, I'm gong to do it responsibly. Create jobs. Equal employment. Green technologies. A chance for all of us to work together... not to save a world, but to make a world worth saving.

Spent most of my life paycheck to paycheck. Always late with the rent. Now look at me. Name on the building. Forty-seven buildings actually. And gotta say, loving the view.

The way Peter tells it, May, you're not his aunt. You raised him. You're his mom. And I know if he had to... he'd stop the world for you.

Has Silk gone bad?

All of Parker Industries' greatest discoveries have come from helping Spidey out. That is how we work here. We help him save the world, then we repurpose that tech to make that world a better place. You'll see. It's all for the best.

Just hate him... hate him. It's easy. You've been doing it for years. Just... I need so much therapy.

All right. That was actually a pretty smart -- though completely evil -- move.

...Happy Valentine's Day, Spider-Man. You get to resuscitate an old man you just pulled up from the sewer.

You know exactly who he is -- he's Spider-Man. And he just saved everyone's butts so show a little respect. At least more than you show me.

Just be straight with me, Crystal. You wouldn't keep showing up by these things if you hadn't found anything. And hey -- I'm the guy who third-wheeled your dates with Johnny Storm while the Inhumans were still a secret society. Whatever it is you're keeping from the world at large -- you can trust me.

So long, Santies. The next time you need help... ask somebody else.

I know you grew up as isolationists, Crystal... but you don't have to go it alone anymore.

I don't know where you are. Or what you're planning. But I know it's big. And I know if we don't stop you, it'll be our fault. So yeah, I'm ready to lose it all -- if it means taking you down!

Did I just get rescued by two girls? Awesome.

Which is why I wanted to get you started early. Understanding your powers... and the responsibility that comes with them.

I don't know... super hero movies are getting so gloomy these days. All the heroes want to do is fight each other... shouldn't comic book movies be kid-friendly?

Roman got so obsessed with his "mission" he let it take over his life. Probably a lesson in there for guys like us.

As Spider-Man. And I don't always win. And people die. But look at this and imagine... what I could do with it as Peter Parker.

Oh crap, he's right behind me, isn't he?

I'm going to ignore Mr. Sunshine, Ulysses. Anyway, as for what to do about the things you see... leave that to the rest of us.

No, Brain. It was a good thing. Your old master did something noble that day-- and humble. He admitted that I was the Superior Spider-Man. He asked for help. And out of love he wiped his own brain.

Hey, it's the least I can do for you wrapping me up but not murdering me.

Regrown body parts. Creepy lab. The Jackal. This is all one of his stupid frickin' cloning experiments! Again!

Fine! We'll stop the fake war between made-up peoples in the fanfic universe! Happy?!

Hey, I have a lot of friends who are clones. I'm not questioning whether you're a thinking, feeling human being with a right to life, liberty, and all that. But you're not Gwen.

It's not the science. Ned Leeds. Nick Katzenberg. Captain Stacy. Gwen. You brought them all back. Without hesitation. But not Uncle Ben. And I know why. Because he'd look at you the way only Ben Parker could. And he'd tell you... you're wrong. Yes. You have the means. The power. But no responsibility.

Uh... Cap? If you were about to say something like "Thank goodness, there was only one," you might want to hold that thought.

Unless the Lizard is on Mutant Growth Hormone, this looks like something out of your rogues' gallery, Herc!

He was a friend of mine, you... you monster! Well, not a friend exactly. More of a nuisance, if you must know. But he was my nuisance! Prepare to--

Aleksei! Listen to me! You're wrong! I've lost people too! But that pain -- that hurt -- that means they are still there! You carry them with you! In everything you do! And with the person you are! They're a part of you forever! That means you honor them, Aleksei! By being the person they would want you to be!

You have no idea. What I've been through. What I've lost... I need a win, Bobbi. I want Osborn!

End of the day, this company gives me power I've never had. And if I can use it to save people -- and help Spider-Man stop a bad guy? It's all been worth it.

You're done, Shiklah. Leave before the vampires make you leave. Let us rebuild.

Okay, when I said everyone was Hydra now -- I did not mean that.

Is anyone else having a dream they're in a geodesic dome made out of some dude's arm after getting beat to a pulp by some creature snapping its many, many fingers?

Don't you get it yet?! Why I win? Why I always beat you in the end? Because I never give up! I always find a way!

Otto Octavius is coming. He wants to raid this place, and loot it of all the hard work we've done. I can't even begin to think what he -- or Hydra -- would do with our intellectual property. I have a plan, but I'm going to need your help. You're some of the most creative thinkers I've ever met. I know we can do this together. Are you with me?

I had more than one opportunity to get you to stop being Spider-Man and I... I didn't do it. Even after I found out who you really were. You have no business being Spider-Man. None of this should've happened.

Parker Industries Shanghai, this is it. I didn't want to have to make this call, but we're facing a hostile takeover. Literally. Not by investors or another company. By a super villain... who's working for Hydra. And we know he's listening in. Tonight, he's knocking on our front door, but tomorrow, he could be sneaking in through the back. If he does, all the great work we've done here... would be twisted into helping the worst people on Earth. We know what we have to do. It's time. It's been an honor to build up this company with you. Now, let's tear it down! You hear that, Doc? I'm calling it -- Parker Industries no more!

All right, you giant pimple. I'm here for some answers. You've been outfitting criminals with phones. Phones that are untraceable and unhackable. A network for criminals.

My God, Wade. That's the worst pep talk I've ever heard... but it worked!

Man, I really needed that. For all my complaining and whining, it's all so clear to me now... things are looking up. Not for Peter Parker. But y'know what? Forget that guy. Who needs him? 'cause whenever I want, I can be the Amazing Spider-Man.

No. Something's still wrong. My spider-sense says we're still in danger.

It's like, I'd finally gotten everything right for once, y'know? I was pushing science forward! Helping around the world, as both Spider-Man and Peter Parker. This is what I'd been working toward my whole life! Of course I managed to blow it all up.

I can't believe I'm doing this. Fine. You have one hour, Jonah. A deal's a deal.

You've gone too far this time, Wade. Too. Far. It's bad enough you're the most wanted person in the world. But now this?! I'm gonna track you down, turn over every stone. There's nowhere you can hide from me, nowhere i can't find you. You're as good as done --

How did they block my spider-sense?!

Hey! I'm here. I'm helping. My life is a hot garbage fire and I am here. But you're chasing answers to a question about you and your place in the multiverse, or whatever, that might not be able to be answered on -- on our level. This is all -- it's just a reminder that we really have no real control...

Unbelievable. Flash Thompson thinks I'm being a bully.

Mintz is the problem. We've got to take him down no matter what. If I can draw him out, I will. And if I can't, then the one person who probably knows where he is and what he's up to is the Tinkerer --

Hm... clearly we aren't wearing the right costumes to this party. So let's say my pal and I just kinda back out slowly, and all of us can forget this embarrassing faux pas ever happened.

Tinkerer. This. Ends. Now!!!

If Scorpio hasn't come out by now, maybe he never will.

Go figure: I leave Betty's fake psychic... to go after a real creep... because he didn't set off my psychic powers. The irony here is not lost on me.

You saved everyone. So why are you so happy they're here now?

I'm not Mysterio! No amount of effects can fake this level of handsome! It's really me -- you! From the future!

Me? I'm trying to keep it fresh, topical, make sure everyone's included -- all while a bunch of people are trying to kill me! Can you imagine?

I couldn't last three minutes in the ring with you. Spider-Man's tapping out. But that's where you made your mistake, Norman. Because I'm still here. I'm Peter Parker. The Man in Spider-Man. And I'm the one who's going to take you down.

I messed with time. We couldn't affect our present. So I tried to make things better for this world. I thought it was safe. I was wrong.

Hey, Flash-Man. Always so cool. This guy? He knew a waltz from a cha-cha. Who am I kidding? You were a bully. My bully. When I think of all the lockers you shoved me into... but here's the thing... bullies don't come out of nowhere. Someone always hurt them first. Didn't find that out about you, Flash, until years later. Then one day, everything changed. You told me you found a hero to look up to. And you started a life of service. Helped your fellow man. Saved so many lives. Protecting others in ways people will never know. You became a man we're all so proud of. And me? I've found myself to be a bit of bully now and then. Making fun of others. Rattling their cages. Telling myself they deserve it. I want you to know that I want to change. Because of you, Eugene "Flash" Thompson. I hope you can be proud of me. I know you're my friend, but there's something I never told you. I'm your number one fan. You're the hero I look up to.

I'm just not used to being, uh, helped by anyone... especially not by J. Jonah Jameson. It'll... take some getting used to.

This is my fight, guys. And we've wasted enough time--

Hey! I'm here. I'm helping. My life is a hot garbage fire and I am here. But you're chasing answers to a question about you and your place in the multiverse, or whatever, that might not be able to be answered on -- on our level. This is all -- it's just a reminder that we really have no real control...

We tell ourselves stories to get through the hard times. And, yes, how we tell them matters. But the truth is, there's only so far they'll take you. You can play the dream in your head over and over, but if you want things to change -- if you want that story to be your life, you have to wake up. You have to make it real. This is my story -- our story.

So yeah, it's official. Peter Parker is Spider-Man no more. Or Spider-Man is Peter Parker no more. Depends on your perspective.

Our lives and our futures depend on the Master Matrix being and doing good.

Look, I'm not -- I'm not here to start anything... I just... what's going on? You're... you're Sandman! Is this some kind of... extreme dust allergy?

Oh man, I have officially spent too much time with you, Wade.

I'm back! I can already feel myself trying to be funny again! And there's that overwhelming sense of guilt and regret I missed so much!

Hey. You, uh. I heard -- word on the, uh, street is... you're making -- a documentary? On me?

That was me, Otto. You can't hear me, can you? You don't even known I'm here. Doesn't matter. You don't get to kill. I won't let you. I don't know how, but I am still in the fight! I am Peter Parker. And I swear I'll find a way back!

The other spiders need your help with the rest of the Inheritors. I'm in no condition to lead anybody. But you are. The priority is stopping them. All of them. You can do that with the rest of the spiders. And I can handle Morlun. But we have to be smart. It works to their benefit to have us act out of emotion and fear. So instead we got to be smart and do what's going to give us the very best chance of beating them.

Well, it was a fun trip. Let's never do this again.

Seriously, guys, we're here to locate an extradimensional creature named Gog.

If you want us to be friends... talk to me, not them.

Only with you would a road trip end in prison.

Morlun. Morlun. Morlun. What is this, four times now? Four times I've beaten you? How does this keep happening? It shouldn't be. You're stronger and faster than me by a mile. I know that. But what's more important, is that you know that, too. So because you know that, you never plan anything. You just show up and assume you're going to win because of who you are and, what, some birthright? And then when it doesn't go how you thought it was gonna go, you have a little fit and think the world is conspiring against you or some nonsense. You don't think things through, because you think you don't think you have to. You think you are all that and a bag of chips. But in actuality, Morlun... ya basic.

Oh God. It's a museum of Jonah. This is my worst nightmare.

I'm Peter Parker... I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. And this is my neighborhood.

Truth be told... I don't know how Aunt May put up with me.

I wish I could ask Aunt May. She'd know what to do. She always knows what to do.

Something's wrong. My human sense is tingling.

Just skip to the part that helps me understand.

Oh no... Gibbon!

Don't you ever give up, Moon Girl?

You liked being Spider-Man for a day?

Please, Doc, you have to wake up. Not just for me. For Billy. Yes! There you are! -- get up! Your son needs you!

You're a mess. You're in trouble and on a suicide mission. And I'm here to tell you... you're done.

We fought for hours. Maybe days.

"Love yourself." It's become such a cliché in our society. People say it all the time. Like it's supposed to be easy.

Yeah, I guess it's not exactly a fair fight. But that still doesn't mean we should go easy on her.

If I try to stop the Lizard, I'm risking a real shot here -- a real future at a major university! The future my Aunt May... and my Uncle Ben always wanted for me. But I can't stand by and do nothing... Uncle Ben taught me that. Great responsibility wins again.

Existential crises are my specialty. I have three before my morning bagel. But you always had a very healthy ego. And you've been doing great. So seeing as I'm obviously not good at the delicate approach, I'm just gonna ask. What's wrong?

I mean... gods, Eddie? When did you start fighting gods? And Carnage? You come to me with gods and Carnage but with, like... god powers? What happened to... evil businessmen and digging robots and sewer dinosaurs and fun stuff like--

Life is full of unintended consequence. Some are easily brushed off. Others haunt you forever.

You said you took up Prowler again because it was the only way you could work out how to help. Hobie, this is how you can help. Put Prowler aside. Maybe show Mindy you don't have to live in a super villain lair to make a difference. Show the world what Hobie Brown can do.

I don't know how I got so lucky. Being bitten by a radioactive spider and getting super powers? That's a scientific improbability. Meeting someone like MJ? That's a freaking miracle.

One question. Just one. And please don't lie to me. Where do I find Kristy Watson?

So you have a choice: you want to save lives? Or "uphold the law"?

You know, trying to hurt innocents to get to me. Well, there aren't many things that get me properly angry. You found one.

You're not getting those kids, Norman. Not as long as I'm still here.

How are you liking your first day? Any issues?

He's hunting everyone who's ever hosted a symbiote.

Lights out. And that, Agent Fury, is the last thing I remember.

Where did he get the power to change the world?

What if I just... tell him the truth?

We can't get what we want if we don't use our words, Morbius. Unless what you want is to fly around eating people. That's a big no, even if you ask nicely.

Maybe this is the better world to live in.

Jonah, are you -- are you seriously still trying to interview me right now?

You called, I'm here. Please tell me you have some good news.

This entire adventure barely makes sense to me. And the same goes to you, your world, wherever we are right now and this exact moment we're sharing. The only thing I do know... the one thing I can't deny is that you're a hero, Ham.

Me and Boomerang, we had a deal.

Look he said Ant-Man -- the younger one, not the good one -- is trying to impress his daughter. I think that's worth a little bit of our time. Don't shake your head. Imagine falling so far down the ladder of relevance you land in Florida. On paper that sounds like a loser. You can't blame the guy for feeling that way. Why are you still shaking your head? Oh cool. The absolute worst reason.

We're being extremely generous calling this a plan. Kang is a heavy hitter. We can't go toe-to-toe with him.

The Sin-Eater is back. And wherever he goes -- death follows.

I have to do something. These people are my friends. Some of them put that Spider on because of me. A couple of them are kids. My point is-- this is my responsibility.

Norman Osborn! You and I need to talk.

It's ALWAYS because of you, isn't it? Just another victim for the Green Goblin.

There's no getting around it. These last few days? I've been to Hell and back. Scratch that-- I'm not back at all. Now it's just all around me. I take it with me, everywhere I go. My sins are just lingering-- like old ghosts, haunting me. No, not ghosts-- Demons. And it's time I faced them.

Who's the greater fool? The fool or the fool that follows him? Star Wars quote. You're a space guy, so I figured it was appropriate.

It goes without saying that no one likes wakes, but I despise them. Wakes are the platypus of social gatherings. People mingle and chitchat like they're at a party. Some people outright laugh and tell jokes... ...while someone you know lies dead and embalmed at the front of the room. There's crying. Sniffles. Tissues. So you're supposed to be sad and social at the same time... Platypus.

I'm exactly where I should be. Between the monsters and the people who need me.

I was flown here by a talking raccoon and an Avengers villain... to a place where the head of security is a talking dog... and a troll brother is ritualistically hunting his sister! All to fight a villain who thinks he's my brother! Forget seriousness.

I don't even need your name-- This is my city. I will find you and make you pay!... For my pants... Whatever your name is.

You think you're the only one to make bad choices? Whatever you did, you don't have the market cornered on selfish. I've dabbled... and it... cost me. You think all this is some type of prison? Maybe. I've thought like that too. Turned out I was the jailer. And I was the only one who could break myself out. Doctor Connors wanted me to make you see that, but the truth is... I can't make you do anything. No one can stop you from doing nothing and sinking deeper. Whatever you're scared of... You can take responsibility for it. You want to control this thing? Want to make Man-Thing more than a prison? That's where you start. You made a bad choice, Sallis. You did it. So what are you going to do now?

Hey, I get it--this isn't good for the brand. But as someone who struggled on that front for years, take it from me--the public change their minds all the time. Just focus on doing your job--and give 'em a good show.

My God.... is this it? After years of Doc Ock, the Goblin, Electro... this is how I die? In some mudhole in the middle of nowhere?

Hard to believe that this night started with a celebration. Where my biggest challenge was working up the nerve to ask MJ to... Well, to ask a big question. Not trying to survive a battle royal with every single baddie who's ever looked at me sideways.

It's hard when you're around Ben. It really is. It feels like I'm being asked to share my life. And I don't know that there's enough of that to go around in the first place. And that makes it real easy to ignore that this is all even harder for you. Because you deserve to be who you are. You deserve to do what makes you happy. And you deserve to be Spider-Man.

Daredevil just exposed killers in your system. Helped capture a mass murderer. And that was just today. What have you done?

We've only got one shot. It all comes down to this...! Go forth, my Spider-Bots... and retrieve for me the legendary bacon, egg and cheese sandwich from Rocky's Deli! The fate of my relationship... depends on it!

Look, I'm sorry. You were right. I'm not used to counting on people. I don't have many friends. This is new for me. I've never had anyone watching my back.

Are you still there? Are you still reading this? I'm going to need your help.

I remember Amazing Spider-Man #33! I had to get a serum to Aunt May... or was I ... trying to catch the Vulture? It's too much... I can't bear it. I don't understand... was it all fake? Just drawings?! And why do I look so different? And in different years? They all feel real!

Maybe he needs bigger repairs than just his arm.

You know how Parker Luck works. Whatever fortune is granted upon Peter Parker -- an inverse misfortune will be bestowed upon Spider-Man.

Go!! Hero Cats!

Franklin, Valeria, can you watch the cats for a while?

It's just that Spider-Man was telling me the other day how he doesn't have a lot going on. How he's been dying for something to do. So yeah. I'll tell him you're coming. And he's gonna love it.

Keep going Peter. This is the kind of fight you don't get to stop. Not until it's done. And everybody is safe.

I'm so sorry, MJ. For how I acted-- how I've been acting.^[1] That wasn't fair to you. I understand why you don't want me calling. That won't... that won't happen again.

Some guy? You think you're just some guy? You think the crimes you commit don't matter? That nobody's ever gonna get hurt because of you? Frankie, buddy, I'm here to tell you... I know different. So yeah, the world might be going to Hell. Alien slime monsters might be eating the Empire State Building. But until you stop what you're doing, I'm never going to stop finding you and putting you away. Because to me, you're not "just some guy."

Aw #$%&. We're doing a Spider-Verse again, aren't we?

I wouldn't have activated the signal if I'd known what would happen next. But I did it in the name of science... and for the cause of progress. As I look up at this supernatural demon bear, I wonder--is progress always the best motivator when we're charting unknown waters? Because progress always leaves blood on the trail... a trail where we can never know the real cost of our actions... until it's too late!

Demon Bear tells me we woke it with our experiments when we weakened the junction between its world and the real world. The psychic sickness in our world is so intense, Demon Bear needed to feed after its long hibernation. Which is why Mr. Toad's Wild Ride has come alive.

It's like I never... Everything I ever was... All those people I saved. Will they be okay? I'm sorry--⚞ ⚟

I submit to the crows and trust them to be my guide. I become one with the murder as a burning rage pumps through my veins, flowing from the stone heart. The Demon Bear is about to feel the full fury of this deadly neighborhood Spider-Man!

It's not every day you get to see if you can beat the snot out of the Avengers... and not have any consequences.

Spider-Man isn't some separate entity. Something that exists outside myself. For better or worse... mask on or mask off... I'm Peter Parker. And I've struggled, all my life, to do my best. To help people. Have I failed? Yes. Sometimes more than I've succeeded. But it's the trying, I think, that defines us. That makes us human.

You installed remote kill switches, right?

I love her. I always have, and part of me always will. But... I think... that love has changed, you know? Like capital L to lowercase... or the other way around. Whichever makes sense.

I'll miss you too... Dream-Spider.

For the record, I'm not into "horror stuff." Y'know, scary stuff. Creepy stuff. And I know you're saying, "but, Spidey... spiders." To which I say, yeah, sure, they're a little unsettling, but spiders are natural. A product of evolution. They're science. And, besides that, I feel like public fear of spiders has diminished since we all found out we don't really swallow four of them a year. I dunno. Maybe you do. Anyway, what I do know is that when I see certain stuff, I get a tingle. Not my Spider-Sense. A primal, uncomfortable jitter. Like a visceral rejection from my science-based spider-body of incomprehensibly horrible things. Werewolves by Night and zombies and Cthulhus. Stuff like that.

It takes time to begin to shake off the trauma and tragedy of that awful encounter. And even as we mourn Orisha's passing... we're grateful that Gregor's toxin presence is gone. But we can't help but wonder: what other monsters from Spider-Man's past will come slithering out of the shadows to terrorize us? "We live our lives," MJ said. And so we do... going back to our jobs--me with my science students at the college, Mary Jane with the theater kids at the high school. Her production of Les Misérables is a wonder to behold. I'm so proud of her. And I know that... as long as my wife is by my side, I can face anything. And, with our baby--this tiny wonder, this living miracle--on the way... I can't, I won't, surrender to the shadows--out in the world or in the corners of my mind. If I've learned anything in life, it's that even in the darkest times... especially in the darkest times... love... will always light the way.

I guess we'll have to do it his way. Let's show him who we are!

For me? This is the end of the Spider-Verse. You see, I've recently been reminded that I have great power and great responsibility... for this world. And for this friendly neighborhood, now and forever... I am their Amazing Spider-Man!

It's not a question of "can." With great power there must also come great responsibility. People get that wrong all the time. They leave out the "must" part. If I walk away, I know what will happen. So I don't do what I can. I do what I must.

How long has it been? Since Ms. Marvel... Kamala... gave her life to save MJ? To save all of us? Black Cat is right. She'd want us to go on. Keep fighting the good fight. And I will. For her. Eventually.

There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you. Here's Chewie!

The battles you can't win are the most important to fight.

Mr. and Mrs. Khan? My name's Peter Parker. Your daughter was my hero.

I convinced myself Randy could join the Lincolns' world... that it could be safe. I won't make that mistake again. Because I have feeling something started today that's far from finished.

Pretty damn fine day.

Aaaahhhh... this feeling... it's why you did everything, isn't it, Norman? I thought it was a fluke when I buried Kraven alive. But it's not. The people who hurt you... it feels so good to hurt them back. I'm going to get all of you. I'll throw Otto into a nuclear reactor... feed Eddie his own brain. But first, I'm going to pay a visit to Paul and Mary Jane.

A Multiverse full of, well, me's. And it feels like ol' 616 Peter is gonna be the very last one to figure this whole life thing out.

Powers gone. Apartment different. Friends and family forgetting me. Something's gone wrong.

Once, I was a hero with amazing powers. Some people even said I was brave. But my powers are gone now. And staring at that old house, I forget what bravery is.

WHOA--! Wh-who turned off the heat--unleashed the dogs of war--and stole my lunch?!?

Someone's attacking New York. No. Not someone. Everyone. It's war.

Wolverine was right... you guys are the worst!

So at the end of the day, the you that is here now... is an Otto Octavius who never sacrificed a thing. You're no hero. That was someone else.

I... I just broke an unresisting man's jaw. I didn't mean to, I just... reacted. I've been so afraid these past couple days. It felt... it felt so good being the scary one instead. So now I'm wondering... did the Jackal win?

Anna Maria doesn't need a Superior Spider-Man. The hero she needs is Doctor Otto Octavius.

A friend helped me cook up a way to fight your atomic fire... with fire! Check it out. The power of the sun... in the ball of my fist!

Reckless terrorism never seemed your speed, Grizzly. What changed? Did you run out of honey or something?

Well, if it's any consolation...There's a great big Multiverse' out there, Grizzly. There might just be seme version of you who ended up on top of the world.

My name is Peter Parker. The story I'm about to tell you took place a long time ago. Less than a month after my Uncle Ben's death. I've pieced it together from my own memories. Firsthand accounts from some of the others involved, news reports--and, yes, unsubstantiated rumors. It may not be one hundred percent accurate, but that doesn't mean... it isn't true.

Did she just "sick aunt" me? "Sick aunt"-ing is my thing!

Er--Hi there! I'm Spider-Man. You might remember me from such adventures as Kraven's Last Hunt and Spider-Island!

Okay! See you at the next Secret Wars or whatever...

Wait, you want me to help Rabbit by staking her through the heart?

I suppose I could have stayed. Had that talk with May and then gone looking for Harry. But my delay... could have meant his life. I already had Uncle Ben's death weighing on my conscious. And I wasn't about to add another. No, family would have to wait--till Spider-Man's work was done. It wasn't the first time, and I'm sorry to say... it wouldn't be the last.

Buddy, I don't have time for this. In case you haven't noticed... someone turned off the sun... and we're currently neck-deep in vampires.

Doc Ock's brain in Aunt May's body. I'm gonna need so much therapy when this is over.

One Piggy down. WHO'S NEXT?!

If the Green Goblin wants the spear, I'm going to give it to him. Right through the heart.

So do you have a cosmic backstory, or were you just bitten by a radioactive clock?

Nothing has changed. We helped a few people, but it's still this. A band-aid on a gunshot wound. His cure synthesized with my webs are a good combo. For the small percentage of Hemoglobin vampires. The people who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time... they have another chance at life. And people willing to help make sure they survive long enough to appreciate that. Another chance? That's closer to happily ever after than most of us get.

Please! Who programmed your speech patterns? You sound nothing like Spider-Man, you pathetic bot! Guess I'll have to wipe your motherboarding motherboard!

It's easy to look back across the years and say, "I could have" or "I should have." But regrets, I've learned, are not just useless... they're toxic. All we can do is try to to learn from the past, from our inevitable mistakes, and move on. Have I been able to do that? Honestly? No. I live with a lifetime of regrets, a mountain of guilt. But on my best days... I've made peace with it. Norman never did.

It'd be nice if that were true, wouldn't it? It'd make things easy. Trouble is... I've seen you do the right thing. I saw Flash make you a hero. I saw you and Eddie save the world. So you don't have the excuse anymore. You're not some mindless monster. You're not so alien you don't know what good is--if you ever were, you've learned. So now you're stuck with the choice. Do good things, do bad things... even doing nothing is a choice. And it sucks, obviously! Nobody asked for this! But the price of living is choosing how to live! Every day! Every moment we're alive! That's the only power any of us have! And power comes with responsibility. My uncle taught me that. And we can't turn away from it. We can't turn away from the choices we've made. Can we pal?

I'm on a date, okay? It's not going great. And you guys aren't helping! You don't know me from Adam--and I don't know how this stuff works for super villains--but I can't imagine meeting someone is any easier for you than it is for me. I've already screwed this up twice, and this feels like my last chance. Like, I show up for her tonight, or she's gonna walk, you know? And... I like her. I feel like myself around her, and she smells nice and laughs easy and... and I can't show up for her if you guys keep this up. So please, just once, for tonight... can you two knock it off?

You, my friend, have been apprehended by the Amazing, Spectacular, Sensational, Spine-Tingling, Tangled Web of the Astonishing Spider-Man!

Can't wait for them to arrive...I'll have to get May to the emergency room myself...

There is hope for everyone, and if you have my memories... then you know your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is all about the hope.

Okay, byeee, criminals! Catch you later. Literally.

Congrats! This guy won an EGOT! (...'e got kicked in the face!)

You shouldn't joke about my parents.

I wasn't just saving her, Lonnie... you were gonna kill your daughter... I... I was saving...

Don't worry about it, M.M. I think I can get a rec from someone...

A social-media-themed villain? This is quite possibly the stupidest fight I have ever been in...

Oh no -- It's that woman I had that awful blind date with. Can I deny it's me? Maybe I can say I'm Ben Reilly or something...

I can't believe I almost let such a stupid super villain take me out

Wishing to go back. Such a small thought. Unchecked, it becomes all-consuming. The pull of it, the strength of that desire, only becomes greater with time. I feel it too. Yet it's a thought I must always run from. A Spider-Man stuck in the past is no good to anyone. I must be willing to move forward. And hope that, along the way, whatever good I do will outweigh the bad. One way or another, we all have to find our place in the present.

Juliet has four power sets. And you four have similar powers, more or less... so you teach fire. Benjy, here, handles earth. Mr. Fantastic takes water. And the Invisible Woman covers air.

I usually just hold up crumbling buildings while thinking about all the people I will let down if I let it collapse on top of me.

Hey... you know what the hardest part about being Spider-Man was? At least for me when I first got started? Day after day I'd put on my mask and try to do the right thing. Nobody saw it though, right? Or even worse, they'd think I was doing the wrong thing. But I'd put my mask on anyway because that's what Spider-Man does. Which is why when you came onto the scene, I made a resolution to myself... that I'd be that guy for you, Miles. The one who sees you.

I know I can win. But how do I stop dying?

Deadlift's gauntlets have already robbed me of my strength...if I don't do something soon, they will rob me of my life!

You don't happen to see my jaw, do you? Oh, here it is--still attached to my face.

Who are you to talk about grief? I'm not the one risking my life as Jackpot just because the fake kids I was taking care of ceased to exist.

I'm going to figure all this out eventually! I'm not called "The World's Greatest Detective" for nothing!

Whatever this van is up to, I'll find out... ...or my name isn't Spider H. Man! (The "H" stands for "Hyphen.")

Oh, you're such a Miranda. Me? I'm a Samantha. Although I did get into a fight with Mr. Big once, so I suppose that kind of makes a Carrie...

It felt like nothing mattered, but it does. How could I forget that? Every death I experienced during Cyra's trial hurt less than the grief clawing at me now. What is wrong with me?! I've been having a pity party while lives are at stake. Real pathetic, Parker. I'd rather fail than do nothing at all!

Whatever happens, I'll suffer the consequences.

That's what I've been separated from...all of my spider-powers are gone!

From now on, there will be...no more Spider-Man!

...this is maybe the happiest I've ever been.

My life is better now. I'm finally the person I was meant to be.

Despite the magical craziness of the last few days... this is the only life I have. Most of the time, it's hard... it's not fair. Sometimes it flat-out sucks. But it's my life... there's not another one like it anywhere. It's beautiful exactly because it is so fragile. Every life is like that. Even if in a thousand years, my life and anything I ever did won't matter... it matters today. Today is worth fighting for.

A person died! A--a little boy! And you're acting like it doesn't matter!

This is bigger than just them. All of the people out there who need me...strangers, whose names I don't know or never even learned...I have to do this for them!

This isn't a bottling facility... it's a drug lab.

Logan... I'm going to kill you!

Your Spider-Boy days are done!

No problem! I'm just not used to being the guy the Avengers call to bail them out of sticky situations. I'm usually the one causing the sticky situations. (With my webs.) (Because they are sticky.)

My powers are expanding so much...I'm growing bigger than the multiverse itself!

You drugged Queen's Cola to spread "anxiety in a can." But unless making people miserable is your new thrill, there's no play there. So there has to be a phase two. I'm thinking... first, you make people sick... then you sell them a cure. I bet there's a wonder drug already on the market that will counter the anxiety like magic.

Hey, so... you got the right rooftop? Neither of us doordashed an Elder Scrolls NPC--

Adoma. Congratulations. You just became the first winner of a Parker Industries college scholarship.

But maybe if I wasn't there... Maybe in this reality someone else thought they could stop the thief. And maybe they actually did it.

But maybe if I wasn't there... Maybe in this reality someone else thought they could stop the thief. And maybe they actually did it.

And Flash Thompson! An olympian!

Not sure what forgotten-foes-of-Spider-Man vault Foreigner and Chance dug Slyde out of. A chemical engineer turned super-thief decked out in a super slippery suit.

And we shall be called... the Fellowship of the Ring.

Gwen? No. The real Gwen died long ago. This is nothing more than a clone...

Kaine came down here to get away from the insanity of Spider-Man's world. But then he put on a costume and fought crime anyway. He wanted all the power, and none of the responsibility. But he took it on anyway. He found a home here. He had friends here. A city that counted on him. And while he may not have liked it... turns out Kaine is every bit the hero that I am. Wherever he is... I hope my brother has found peace.

Seriously, a clinic that super heroes frequent and you think, "That's the place I want to rip off next"?! Let me ask you, and be honest, are you stupid? Or really, really stupid?

Actually, my friend, I should be the one thanking you. For making the choice you made. And not forcing me to make one I didn't want to.

Two men. One in a gray Armani suit, the other in Italian leather pants and silk poet's shirt.

MJ's film career has taken off. Look at her! A leading lady!

Max Modell's one of my heroes. Scientific pioneer. Founder of Horizon Labs. And all-around good guy. And this is going to sound selfish, but... seeing him tie the knot with his partner Hector... being welcomed back into his extended family, for this moment in his life is one of the best moments in mine.

It's not a weapon that's going to win this fight, Gregor! It's the strength that comes from Mary Jane's love for me--and mine for her! It's the hope for the future we both share! Our child's future! And I'll see you dead--before I let you take that away!

Is "May the Fish be with you" a good pun? I can't tell. I'm going to use it anyway.

Aunt May did mention needing a chew toy for her dog, Ms. Lion…

Whoever said photos don't lie never met Nick Katzenberg.

Unless... if he never had Spider-Man to focus on... maybe he got help? And he stayed true to his work instead of focusing on killing me?

I'm looking at me, older. Much older. And somehow I know that this is the end. This is my last stand.

I learned this a long time ago. Never listen to Mysterio. Not because he tends to go on and on (which is true)... He's got illusions, the gas, but the helmet gives his speech pattern some crazy mind-bending properties.

I've seen you a couple of times over the last few weeks, and I think you have what it takes. You're going to make mistakes, but just do what you think is right and you'll be fine.

I know that look. I had it a lot when I was your age... There's no stopping you. I want you to run because you don't have your armor. But you won't... 'cause you're a hero.

And that's when I knew who Silver Sable really was. Incredibly brave. One of the most dangerous fighters I've ever seen... but she only pretended to be all about the money... because sometimes she put it all on the line for love.

...is that a frog in a Thor costume? Because that's way cute!

I'm not just going to walk away from my partner.

Listen... Spider-Mensch, whatever your name is...

Terry Sorenson, also known as Equinox, the Thermodynamic Man, a guy with all the powers of Iceman and the Human Torch. In the past he's been both a hero and a villain. So it can be a little hard to gauge his temperature.

Two men. One in a gray Armani suit, the other in Italian leather pants and silk poet's shirt.

Don't forget he's not just a werewolf, he's a PhD!

An entire century goes by, and you're supposed to be the next level of bad guy? Give unto me a break.

You're a geneticist. You're telling me you believe in some bearded guy standing on a cloud?

You'll never make the Yankees with a swing like that! Or even the Mets! Of course I don't think they have a uniform in your size.

Ferretland. You know, I always wanted to come to this place when I was a kid. Aunt May and Uncle Ben said it was too expensive, but to be fair--fronts for science cults with plans for world domination must have a lot of overhead.

If I've learned one thing, it's that you could not pay me to swing around in costume with this kind of humidity. Houston apparently shares weather with Vietnam.

He's got illusions, the gas, but the helmet gives his speech pattern some crazy mind-bending properties.

By the way... great costume!