Spider-Man 2023

Spider-Man 2 is a 2023 live action superhero comedy, drama, tragedy and adventure flick marketed as the official sequel to Spider-Man [2021 film] which based on the highly popular 2018 video game of the same name, and another chapter in the long-running Marvel Cinematic Universe and based of the comics from Stan Lee, Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko. With Marvel and SONY in a previous engagement regarding the future of the webslinger involving the previous film being based off the popular game from Insomniac, the collaboration worked well within both Marvel and SONY's favor as the film was both critically and universally praised and financially successful too, earning $1.36 billion over a $150 budget worldwide.

Talks for a sequel began almost immediately and with most of the cast and crew returning, principal photography began shortly afterwards once the sequel was greenly.

The film is produced by Marvel Studios, Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures and Columbia Pictures and distributed by Sony Pictures Releasing. It will also be produced by Kevin Feige and one of the original Spider-Man directors, Sam Raimi. Finally, the film sees the departure of Matthew Vaugn and the arrival of the director of The Equalizer films, Antoine Fuqua.

Main Cast

• Dylan O'Brien as Peter B. Parker / Spider-Man

• Chosen Jacobs as Miles Gonzalo Morales / Kid Archanid

• Katherine McNamara as Mary Jane Watson / Spinneret

• Bryan Cranston as Norman Virgil Osborn / Green Goblin

• Tyler Posey as Harold "Harry" Theopolis Osborn

• Samara Weaving as Felicia Hardy / Black Cat

• Constance Wu as Captain Yuriko "Yuri" Watanabe

• Michael Shannon as Hammerhead

• Katherine Langford as Morgan H. Stark

• Jennifer Connelly as KAREN [voice]

• Meagan Good as Liz Allen Toomes

• Chris O'Neal as Edward "Ned" Leeds

• Jasmine Cephas Jones as Michelle "MJ" Jones

• Amanda Seyfried as Elizabeth "Betty" Brant

• Brandon T. Jackson as Eugene "Flash" Thompson

• Joe Pantoliano as Dr. Mendel Stromm

• Phil Morris as Dr. Morgan Michaels

• Jason Isacc as Max Vargis 

• Dylan Baker as Dr. Curtis "Curt" Connors

• J.K Simmons as J.Jonah Jameson

• Michael Keaton as Adrian Toomes

• Michael Jai White as Lonnie Lincoln [Tombstone]

• Donald Glover as Aaron Davis

• Gina Rodriguez as Rio Morales

• Richard T. Jones as Robbie Robertson

• Hailee Steinfeld as Kate Bishop

• Seo Young-Joo as Ganke Lee

• Gwyneth Paltrow as Virginia "Pepper" Potts

• Jon Favreau as Happy Hogan

• Dawn Michelle King as EDITH [voice]

• Mark Hamill as Otto Octavius

• Tom Hardy as Edward "Eddie" Charles Allan Brock Jr. / voice of Venom

• Joan Celia "JC" Lee as herself 
• Gary Oldman as Walter Hardy [Flashbacks]

[More coming soon]

Synopsis

Months after the Devil's Breath plague, the invasion of the demon terrorists and the defeat of the Sinister Six, our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is about to face greater challenges and a new enemy. Hammerhead, the notorious crime boss brews a gang war to take the Kingpin's throne while his former Queenpin, the cunning Black Cat returns to resume her path of burglary but that is the LEAST of Peter's worries. When corporate members of Oscorp are found murdered one by one, he soon learns the face of the enemy that'll give Otto a run for his money. The weight of responsibility now triples for Peter Parker, gaining a new protege in Mile Morales, Peter's love Mary Jane Watson developing changes of her own that will alter her life forever and the sudden arrival of a new villain on the block: The Green Goblin. Not much can go wrong but when you're Spider-Man, everything can take a turn for the absolute worst.

Story

~Opening SONY Columbia Tristar and Marvel Cinema Studios~

New York City Hall

Where the Mayor runs the entire city that never sleeps a man who kept law and order firm a man who has worked tirelessly to keep crime and corruption at bay one man who inured everything in his power would never slip from his fingers until......after an instant caused by a gang of terrorists that nearly destroyed the city which City Hall was under construction from a tragic story that had gone public which has now forced the Mayor to an early resignation after months remaining indoors of defeat

The story that destroyed his position was the tragic story of Martin Li the head of F.E.A.S.T. homeless shelter of china town AKA Mr. Negative the leader of the Demon Terrorist gang

As a boy he was diagnosed with fatally disease which he recovered during the first test of GR-27 [Devil's Breath] but a a terrible price the process cost the lives of Martin's parents and fueled with power of negative energy transforming him into the vengeful and deadly Mr. Negative years later he brought the japan legend of the demon to life by creating an army of demons and set attacks on Osborn properties and eventually Martin Li would have succeeded on killing the man who ruined his childhood with the help of Doc Ock AKA Dr. Otto Octavius and the rest of the sinister six [Scorpion Rhino Vulture and Electro] who are all now in custody but Li had mysteriously disappeared not heard from for a year

Only a handful of his men remained in the city

But since Li's disappearance the city now knew the truth about their beloved Mayor he was who created both Li and Doc Ock and brought all this chaos into their fair city and the Mayor was now clearing out his office

Norman Osborn [Bryan Cranston] packed up his belongings from his office he looked at it with sad disappointed and defeat Norman closed his suitcase walked out of the office switching off the light

Once Norman was outside of city hall people who walked by him all gave him dirty looks and who can blame them Norman couldn't but he thought to himself: If they only knew

Norman went in his limbo and drove him back all the way to Oscorp the cooperation of tech and science and medical treatment Oscorp Tower was once the old Stark Tower to Avengers Tower until the now deceased Tony Stark AKA The legendary Iron Man until it was sold to Norman who build Oscorp there

Once Norman arrived he was called in for a meeting Norman entered the meeting room

Norman: Good evening everyone. Sorry I'm late. Let me just get my----

Norman opened his case gathering what he needs as the Board Members all looked at him firmly and serious and surprisingly the square head J. Jonah Jameson [JK Simmons] happen to be there since he was on the board for editing the Oscorp articles when he ran the Daily Bugle before the opening of Just the facts with J. Jonah Jameson that and he was promoted there by Norman given they were buds

Soon Norman sat down acknowledging everyone at the table

Norman: So.....as everyone may know.....Oscorp has taken a big hit due to last year's terrorist attack. I have signed in my resignation as mayor but.....Oscorp has survived worse than this as I speak the chemical war fares are still in order our tech is still high and our status has never been higher.

Max Vargas [Jason Isaac]: That's wonderful news Norman. Wonderful indeed. But.....I'm afraid your position as mayor isn't the only thing we expect you to turn in.

Norman blinks hearing that

Norman: Beg your pardon?

Max: Norman ever since the Martin Li story went public people have been loosing trust in us they demanded Oscorp be shut down.....unless you resign.

Norman: But that was an accident! Martin was dying and I was only trying to help him. I never meant for his parents to be killed. I never wanted that to happen. They were my friends.

Max: I understand Norman. But this is a lot bigger than you and me. The whole city is convinced you brought these disasters upon them. Many lives loss and they're blaming us for it. Mainly you. So the only way to earn back the city's trust was we had to uphold your resignation. Everyone here had to accept this term. If Oscorp were to go down then half of New York would too. We build years to insure Oscorp had the best medical currents this city ever needs and the chemical war fares hadn't been a use in nearly a decade. And with your past partnership with Otto Octavius the board expects your resignation in a month.

Norman: Otto made his choice! That was all on him! He was reckless before he ever met me! Yeah I took him under my term but his actions are all on him! I didn't create those metal arms! That's what Jameson said on his show! If he hadn't published it I----

Jameson [JK Simmons]: I stand on for my the facts! That's what I dedicated my entire life to it for this city. You on the other hand Norman provide power more than your own friends. That's probably what Octavius thought when he snapped.

[He's not wrong]

Norman: But I.....you can't just----after all I've done for all of you?! I build this company with my blood sweat and tears.......YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HAD TO SACRIFICE?!?!?!?!

Everyone went silent as Norman turned to Vargas in a pleading expression

Norman: Max.....we've known each other for years. Please!

Max: Norman. If there was any other way I would have taken it gladly but the board can't support your run for this company now that the Martin Li incident is public knowledge. I'm sorry Norman.....but you are here by.....fired. From Oscorp Industries.

Norman was just not believing this Li was bade enough but now his past had now come back to bite him and it seemed both Li and Octavius have beaten Norman after all not the way they tried to do it but......he was now out of business

Soon after a minute Norman came storming in his office in frustration and defeat yelling and cursing himself slamming his fists on his desk

Norman: Those ungrateful Goddamn traitors! The board can't fire me! After everything I did for them I build this damn company! How dare they?!

Norman pushes everything off his table and he heard a glass break Norman looked down seeing the framed broken family picture of him his wife Emily and their son Harry Norman just about teared up

Norman: Harry......Emily I wish you were here. All I've ever done was only try to save you and our son. Harry forgive me. I made a promise I'll keep trying I WILL find a cure. THAT'S a promise.

Norman walked to the window staring at the window with a broody but sinister serious expression

Norman: I'm not giving up on you son. I failed your mother but I won't fail you. We'll teach them a lesson they'll never forget.

Hehehehehe......

That laugh.....that echoing disturbing laugh Norman has been hearing in his head since the Devil's Breath Pandemic finally echoed in his head again after a month Norman jumped turning around hearing it again he was terrified at first but soon......he grew a small grin

Down into the contract deques labs Dr. Mendall Stromm [Joe Pantoliano] Norman's assistant in the lab was packing it in for the night he had heard of Norman's resignation himself and was planning to move on from the projects he provide with Norman but......as soon as he came to the elevator......

......they opened revealing a determine Norman Osborn

Dr. Stromm: Mr. Osborn? What'd you doing here? You're not suppose to be here anymore.

Norman: Screw it. I don't give a rats ass wherever I'm suppose to be or not suppose to be. This is my company! MINE! And I'm gonna make sure it STAYS that way. Even if I have to die trying.

Norman storms pass Stromm who was confused and worried what Norman was planning he seen him like this before that got them both in trouble but this time it was bigger than before he saw Norman take out one of the hidden serums design for chemical war fare.

Dr. Stromm: Mr. Osborn.....what'd you----

Norman: Never mind that. It's time we proceed with human trials on this.

Stromm: I---I---I'm sorry sir but I must have heard you wrong. I thought you said "Human trials"

Norman: You heard me correctly Dr. Stromm. This test is this company's and my son's last hope. If the board directors or Max take it I loose everything! Including Harry! Well not without a fight. Prepare the chamber for procedure.

Dr. Stromm: Mr. Osborn with all due respect......that much dosage would kill you.

Norman: Then I won't have anything to loose if I loose Harry.

Dr. Stromm: Mr. Osborn I understand how you feel but we can't possibly condone...

Norman: Dr. Stromm either prepare the chamber or your OWN resignation! Either way I'm testing this serum NOW!!

Dr. Stramm: Y---yes sir.

Through out the hours both men of science worked preparing the experiment Stromm's worries only grew more as did Norman's determination as soon as everything was in place Norman stripped out of his jacket collar shirt and tie with Stromm continuing to reason with him

Stromm: Mr. Osborn I must protest. With the proper medical record on this serum it hasn't been positioned as a safe procedure. Even if you survive it the damage could be server. It'll destroy your sanity. Your mental stage. Please reconsider sir!

Norman: Don't be a coward Stromm. Scientists all over the world have risked their lives in projects for generations. If they hadn't how would we have satellites and technician? Or even step on the moon?

Stromm: Look all I'm saying let's take time. The board only expects your resignation in a month. Just give me three weeks.

Norman: Three weeks?! Three weeks Max will already have more control over Oscorp than me. Sometimes you got to take the next step.

Norman now shirtless opened the hatch of the table and lies down and Stromm strapped him in injecting tubes in both his arms which hurt him like real needles and activated the chamber to pull him in

Stromm was still hesitant but he fallowed Norman's orders by pressing the commence rejections and the serum began flowing into the chamber where Norman now got a little scared as it was now injected into him Norman breathed heavily as the pain was overwhelming to him

At first nothing was happening.....

.....nothing but the rate monitors raising at it's highest and soon.....

Norman began to shake and yell from the procedure

Stromm: Norman? NORMAN?!

He continued to yell as his skin color.....was soon.....changing.....Green Norman clutched his fists as he opened his eyes as they shift yellow and the yells turned into laughter

Norman: WAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!

Norman's strength even increased as he broke free from the holdings with his own bare hands Stromm had never been more terrified than what he had seen he shut down the procedure and Norman's laugh grew louder and louder

The laughs echoed and fainted cutting it to that evening at midnight one of the board members just arrived home at his apartment he placed his suit case down and tended to get settled

And two minutes when he was he was about to turn in for the night but then.....a noise outside caught his attention

The man turned from his bed and walked to his window and looked out he saw nothing but the noise got louder it sounded like a running machine

He assumed someone was running something at first only to remember he was 50 stories up so before he turned away he looked back out again with that noise getting louder.....and louder.....and LOUDER till it got annoying to him and soon......

BOOM!!!!!

The face of his wall was blown open sending the Board Member yelling and falling over the other side with his bed and furniture all blown over by the impact of the explosion

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

That laugh sounding like the laugh from Norman's head drew the Board Member's attention from the screen a P.O.V. was heading towards him the man was struck in fear and tried to crawl away but was grabbed by the figure of that P.O.V.

And.....was tossed out of the blown hall the man fell and screamed 30 stories and......

WHAM!

The screen cuts out to a blackout

Opening tite:

~SPIDER-MAN 2~

Every soul in this city lives in their own damn bubble, and sometimes…..it leads to some terrible choices. Not as much as what Otto Octavius [Mark Hamill] had committed, his bubble having long since burst.

One of the brightest minds in all of New York and perhaps one of the last reliable sources of science and research, Octavius came equipped with baggage that would later trample over everyone. Serving as an employer and mentor figure as a scientist, he and his protege at the time, Peter Parker were working on highly advanced prostheses/prosthetics, in the hopes of providing replacement limbs that could interface with a human being's nervous system just like any natural limb does.

In their vain efforts to help people, he had created an inept technological gadget tossing out the limbs and replacing it with an intracranial neural interface. And in that effort…..lost himself. His former friend turned bitter enemy Norman Osborn effectively revoked his grant purchases in a sheer act of spite, on top of his involvement in Martin Li’s transformation to a demonic parasite…..

And Otto finally snapped.

Taking advantage of the Devil’s Breath chase to release the faulty vial out into the city, it was the perfect playground for him to take down any and all institutions holdings within the city connected to Oscorp, the parent company he once shared, if meant making Osborn admit to his secrets.

Unfortunately, he didn’t take into account how persistent Spider-Man would be when it comes to the city he loves the most. And now……he’s incarcerated here at The Raft, set to live out the rest of his days in isolation before dying a whittled corpse.

He stood, looking at his reflection. Never looking away, never ceasing to recall his failures. He was a failure, he saw it in those pale grey eyes staring back. He was on the verge of greatness, yet he had miscalculated as he had always seemed to do. Staring into those sad eyes, he fumed with anger.

How could he have let this happen?

He was a renowned scientist always imagining the impossible to be possible through his scientific research. But now, now the people who once considered him a scientific genius now call him a monster.

It was infuriating. He continued to look into those pathetic eyes

.

"Monster", he scoffed under his breath.

The monster wasn't him, it was that thoughtless, self-seeking former mayor Osborn; and to think he once considered him his friend. His BEST friend.

Disgusting.

But like always he appeals to the people; it is, as they say, ignorance is bliss. He could tell the people he's doing human experiments on children and they'd still applaud him.

The man staring in the mirror inflamed with anger and began grinding his teeth as his thoughts trailed.

Otto: You did this.

The man once again whispered under his breath. Still tied to those eyes looking back, the man unhinged and tried to break the glass, but couldn't reach due to his limited mobility. Otto, still furious, saw the reflection laughing at his failed attempt. He clenched his jaw and snarled.

Otto: I will get my revenge, Osborn… oh you just wait. Doc Ock made a promise, and a promise I'll keep.

Another time for another day for another dollar.

Four loud knocks banging against his cell door reverberate through the cell, his ears barely picking up the vibrations echoing through the door. He could only stand to further crunch his back forward, twiddling his thumbs.

Reluctantly, Otto gives in to the sound, turning towards the two guards on the outside of his cell before unlocking the door and making their way in.

Guard #2: Rise ’n ‘shine, Octopus.

Guard #1: You have a visitor.

Otto could pick apart the sudden reluctance in both men to simply drag him off his bed and carry him with them. He couldn’t blame them; even he, himself, raised an eyebrow at the prospect of someone from the outside laying him a visit.

HIM.

Who the hell would be foolhardy to have a mano-a-mano chat with the mad scientist that brought this city to its knees and almost wiped New York off the map at the expense and the sins of the former mayor?

Peter Parker [Dylan O’Brien].

The former scientist turned Avenger had only just entered the Raft a mere minute ago with the waviest of welcomes: bloodcurdling screams.

Loud thumping against the doors that echo through the isolated, colorless hallways.

It had been months since the Devil’s Breath pandemic bled into what turned out to be a bleak, odorous, joyless Christmas and now having transitioned into the new year, his sixth sense could peek and poke around the innovations added to or taken away from the super-powered maximum security prison.

With the Raft having been the first step in Otto’s master plan, restructuring the foundation of that junction of the prison was priority number one. It had been well and truly renovated, being upgraded with a bio-energy dampening field surrounding the prison to suppress superpowers. Especially powerful inmates have inhibitors implanted on their spines. The waters around the island in a half-mile radius are infested with jellyfish that possess a powerful nerve toxin. The courtyard is protected by a force field and thirty ray-guns coordinated by a targeting computer.

Peter also took notice of all the guards wearing light armor with obscured faces developed by Mach-V, carrying electroshock weapons that only work when operated by a specific guard.

He refrained from cracking an obvious diss at Silver Sable and her guards, the first thing popping through his head being ‘They ripping you off, double S.’ But now wasn’t the time, place, or sustained the right mental framework for that. His attention mattered greatly today….

….and his priorities lied elsewhere.

Visiting center.

Propped up in the cabin available to detainees and visitors cropped up in the other side of that room, it left Otto crammed in. Two thick slabs of metal almost squeezed him in from the side while a wall closed him and other inmates off at a measly seven feet.

The only pariah in the prison complex, yet still fancying himself the only three-dimensional prospect amongst a sea of artificial constructs, all the commotion around him? He blocked it out.

Other inmates talking with their visitors on phones and through the windows were muted out; all that could be heard tapping his hands and thumbs together. All visitors who entered had to wear guest tags to differentiate from the others.

Eventually, he found solace in closing his eyes…..only to have that momentary relapse in concentration broken by Peter himself tapping on the window.

While not asleep, it was a tricky conundrum for Otto to crack to force himself to believe otherwise. Raising his eyebrows at his former student in his front-view, Peter plopping down to his seat told the former scientist everything he needed to know: Peter was his guest today.

The very man who put him in this hulking institute of a cage.

Otto squinted at Peter through hardened eyes that once had been a salvatious harmony in troubled times, but now they brought only the unfounded accusations of a…..jealous lover. Every muscle in his face was tense and without a word, he communicated intense mistrust, anger, despising.

In that renewed silence, Peter’s eyes only glow. They aren't yellow like a comic book cat, but the softest of hues - like they soaked in the spring sky only hours ago and are now letting it radiate out gently into the twilight.

Peter picked up his phone from his side and upon the ring being cut off from its monotonous pattern of dinging, breaks the silence. A moment passes before Otto picked up his phone.

A revered sigh enters and exits the microphone and earphone portion of the telephone on Otto’s side before Peter speaks.

Peter: Hello, Doc.

That’s the first thing Peter says to the monster octopus that almost destroyed the city after almost four months with no contact…..and it momentarily breaks Otto.

How was it that Peter, after all that, could still be so compassionate?

Otto: Peter.....I never thought you would still call me that. No more than I thought you'd ever see you again.

That’s awfully civil, Peter pipes in his head.

To the settled heart and wise soul, every face is an open book. Otto’s face only buried the parasitic resentment he held against Norman and ultimately towards Peter since his incarceration.

He had only gotten better at hiding it. No wonder he could only look down after ushering that statement.

Looking back over at Peter, Otto’s defense was breaking: his eyes now laid frozen over like the surface of a winter puddle, robbing them of their usual warmth.

No question that he was in there, at least that’s what Peter wanted to delude himself with that knowledge…..but it's like Otto just took a huge step back from life. He won't accept it. Rekindling his heat while his insides were too damp with uncried tears?

Unlikely.

Otto: Peter I....I can't tell you....how happy I am to see again.

Peter: I wish I could say the same.

Otto: I thought you should know my paroral is next month. If it takes maybe we can finally start over on changing the world again. Only this time Osborn won't----

Peter: Save it Doc. I doubt your paroral is gonna take not after I testified against you.

Otto's eyes raised in shock hearing that come from his former loyal assistant

Otto: What did you say.....?

Peter: I testified against you Otto. Because what you done got a lot of innocent people killed. And that goes against everything I stand for.....in my second job. You almost destroyed the city with the Demons letting out notorious super villains that caused utter destruction and you supported Martin Li and the Demons on their terrorism. Families lost many loved ones cause of them! My friend Miles lost his dad to them! And you.....you supported them with your mad crusade against Norman Osborn!

Otto: Because Osborn took everything from me! I did what I had to open the city's eyes for the real criminal he is!

Peter: Well they do now. He's resigned from Mayor and it's more than likely he'll loose his position in Oscorp. So in a way....you got your revenge so I ask you this: Was it worth it?

Otto: Yes. All of it was worth it. The lives I risked was worth EVERYTHING that would destroy Norman's name! And given the chance....I'D DO AGAIN!

Peter: WAS MY AUNT WORTH IT!

Now they both went silent as Otto was in more shock of the breaking news Pete just threw at him

Otto: What?

Peter: My Aunt May....the last parent figure I had....the woman who raised me and was the main reason I became what I am today.....is gone. The Devil's Breath the BIO weapon YOU unleashed on the city got to her! I had to make a choice either to save her....or the WHOLE city. I almost left town till a real good friend unlike you told me it should never be about how things end. It's how they lived. And when my eyes opened.....I saw I lost May.....because of YOU.

Otto: Peter I---I----

Peter: Sorry?! It's too late for that. And she's the reason I testified against you. So Otto Octavius.

It chilled him hearing him say his full name

Peter: I ask you again: Was your revenge on Osborn.....WORTH my Aunt's life?!

Otto: No! Peter no! Of course not! I know I let you down and I'm very sorry about May. If known about it of course I would have given you the Anti-Serum.

Peter: I told you she was dying that night on the roof. And then you said if she had to die for Norman to suffer.....then so be it.

Otto: Peter no! That was the Neural Interface talking. Not me. Peter please you have to believe me. You promised me you'd never abandon me. I ask you not to. I will make up for it.....because your secret.....will always be safe with me.

Peter: You believe what you want Doc. The promise I made to you was the promise I made to the man who wanted to change the world not the monster octopus who wanted to destroy it. This is goodbye Otto.

Otto: No Peter. Please----

Peter said no word as he stood up and hung up the phone

Otto: NO PETER!

He gave his former boss dash friend one last disappointed look and turned around and Otto became hysterical as he cried out to him drawing the guards behind him to pull him back

Otto: PETER LISTEN TO ME! I'M SORRY!

Peter just walked out of the room and the old mad scientist shouted

Otto: PETER PARKER IS SPIDER-MAN! HE IS SPIDER-MAN! IT WAS ANOTHER ONE WHO SAVED HIM! HE IS SPIDER-MAN!

Exposing him didn't draw Peter back he was already gone and it's not like anybody believed him anyway Otto was then thrown in the hole soon after

And that couldn’t even be more inaccurate if Otto had bothered to check the credentials and read between the fine print because going back on his promise to keep his secret, albeit a short-lived one, wasn’t even that good of a distraction to deter away from the point.

Yes, Peter Parker was the official Spider-Man. But that didn’t mean he was the only one.

Enter Miles Morales [Chosen Jacobs].

The only son of former police officer Jefferson Davis and teacher Rio Morales [Gina Rodriguez], Miles had already proven to be a true talent set apart from most boys, developing an inclination for technology at an early age, taking apart his family's TV at the age of five. At his current years, he created a phone app that allowed them to hack into almost any technology, even military-grade equipment.

But then came City Hall. And the death of his father.

A day in infamy worsened by the revelation that the culprit Mister Negative fled the city shortly after the Devil’s Breath pandemic wore off, Miles decided the best course of action to move on from the tragedy and truly to be better…..was to take his friends Peter Parker’s advice and apply for FEAST.

AND THEN…..In a memory that would later cement itself as one of the best days in Mile’s life, his decision to reveal his newfound abilities prompted Peter to do the same, revealing two Spider-Men now walked amongst New York City.

Not too long afterward, it left Peter with the maneuverably long and laborious process of actually having to train the young African/American. Unfortunately, that proved more difficult than expected…..mostly because Peter was reluctant to even go through with it.

Miles was training to become Spider-Man himself, calling Peter frequently for help with training. While Peter was initially unwilling to let Miles jeopardize his life by following in his footsteps, Deja vu to his predicaments with Tony Stark cast an unrelenting uneasy shadow over his head. While no longer that same annoying, provocative eager kid from before, he caught an early glimpse of Miles's untapped potential.

Outside of jumping off a bridge and breaking his toe in the process.

Peter was finally convinced to train Miles in the way in which he taught himself……but only before the big move. Around two months after the Devil's Breath crisis, Miles and his mother moved from Brooklyn back to her childhood neighborhood in Harlem.

Thus putting him closer to the action in Manhattan meant working with Peter became thousand times easier. And today was the day where he finally got his big, big break. All that he needed to do was wait for that call.

But even THAT was painfully slow and arduous.

Watching the blue light from his phone eradicate through his pupils as he scrolled from text message to text message trying to find where, when, or even if Peter left him a message regarding the big mission? In the subway no less?

A tiny part of him could’ve sworn Peter was trolling him. He had it in him.

He checked Peter’s phone number and messages. Nothing.

Then his social media account NYCWallCrawler. Nothing.

If only he could read his mentors' mind to find out he wasn’t on his phone. Peter’s hands were left firmly out to the side, preserved amongst the refrigerated chill of the complex crawling up and over around and down his spine. The burden he laid to rest over him upon placing almost every single person in here weighed heavy in the back of his head.

Whether tomorrow, the day after that, or the moment he walked out of the door, someone was going to escape. Something was going to go wrong. All he could hope was that after today, it’d be the last thing he’d have to shift his attention to for a while.

Walking out the front doors of the Raft, the weight of that responsibility only quadrupled as Peter’s shoulders, back, and posture slouched after a hefty sigh.

So thank god for Mary Jane Watson [Katherine McNamara], for actively being a support system and making sure she occasionally did more than just the bare minimum.

Situated on the other side of the dampening field of the prison, it set the two allies-turned-lovers-turned-exes-turned-partners-turned-lovers again six feet apart from each other. Six feet apart doesn’t sound like a considerable distance away…..and it wasn’t, but considering their last breakup painted a rather hasty portrait on just how badly one wanted the other…..

….neither felt comfortable in denying how much either’s company was required in situations like this. And judging from the lack of transparent indefatigable sparks in Peter's eyes upon walking out the building, MJ knew he needed a hug.

No sooner should the dampening field pry open shortly to allow Peter to walk out the prison confines, the two just waltzed up to one another and embrace in a tight hug, hurting each other’s faces into one another.

MJ: How is he?

Peter: Don’t even know if he’s all there anymore.

MJ: I'm so sorry Tiger. I know.....how much you looked up to him.

Peter: Doesn't matter. You know my bad luck with father figures. Not that I replaced Uncle Ben with him like I did with Tony Stark as a kid but......I really think the Otto Octavius I know.....is truly gone. His hate for Norman Osborn has really gotten the better of him.

MJ: Brings up my question from before IF the Otto Octavius you knew was even there at all. He has held a grudge since they were our age.

Peter: Yeah. May even wondered the same thing about Li. Saying whatever became of him that's not the same Martin she wanted to remember.

MJ: Well....given the bullet that was shot at the Mayor he's probably finished already. I hate to think what Harry will think of this whenever he comes back from Europe.

Peter: You still haven't heard from him?

MJ: Nothing. I even wondering if he even is at Europe. Cause his phone doesn't ring when I call. It just goes off the hook.

Peter: I'll have to check for any Europe records from him.

Peter looked back at the prison again and faced down and MJ didn't had to read his mind to find out what was still getting to him and placed her hand on his face compelling him to look at her

MJ: I truly am sorry about Otto Pete.

She gave him a soft kiss pulling him to kiss her back and Peter felt mildly cheered up but the moment was interrupted when he felt his phone vibrate and pulled out the same cracked up phone from before

MJ: You need a new phone tiger.

Peter: I need a new everything

It was a text from Miles: Is it time to go on patrol yet?

Peter: I created a monster.

MJ: Miles?

Peter: Yeah. Yuri's men are escorting our last super villain back to the raft: Rhino.

MJ: Oh my god. Peter you're not taking him out there are you? It's dangerous. He could get hurt. Even if he has your powers.

Peter: He's never stopped driving me crazy about it. I hope when he see's how dangerous it is....he might not want to do it again.

MJ: I hope so. He's a strong kid and reminds me of you in a lot of ways but.....Miles is still a baby.

Peter: I was his age when I first fought Rhino.

MJ: Technically you were two years older than him but still.

Peter: I won't let anything to happen to him MJ.

He kisses her again making her feel little better

MJ: Ok. At least let me come along. I promise I'll keep a distance.

Peter: I need you at the Bugle. After your last report about the latest Magia Activity we both know our favorite shark is eating the Big Apple again.

MJ: Hammerhead. Ok. But keep me updated tiger and BOTH of you be careful.

Peter: "Go get em tiger?"

MJ smirked and giggled

MJ: Go get him tiger.

Peter gave her one last kissed and ran as MJ watched him go till she turned away pulling up her perse unaware of the lab spinneret spider from Norman's lab still hiding on it as she hopped into the nearest cab

On a roof Peter suited up in his newest and advanced suit he dawned on the final battle with Doc Ock and entered.......

.......The Amazing....SPECTACULAR Spider-Man

Spider-Man: Karen. Call Yuri.

[Jennifer Connelly]: Good afternoon Peter. Calling: Yuri Watanabe.

Captain Watanabe.

Spider-Man: Hey Yuri. I'm suited up and ready for action. Are they moving him yet?

Not yet but they will soon. I'd join you but I'm investigating a recent case. Think you can drop by soon as you're done with the Convoy?

Spider-Man: No problem. What's the case? Magia?

I don't know yet. There was a murder last night. One casualty. Reports say he was tossed out of his apartment....out of a hole that was blown from the outside.

Spider-Man: Sounds like Donny's doing to me. I'll be there soon as Alex is back in his zoo cage.

The line cuts

Spider-Man: Karen call Miles.

Perfect timing.

Miles was now finally getting off the subway, entering 125th Street Station, Harlem.

Emerging from the train and up the stairs away from the subway station, existing as a microcosm of every waiting room in the world, take away the walls, the track, the metal benches and it could be any wait for anything anywhere anyplace. It was alive with the sound of a spirited violin.

But it wouldn’t be long before all that hustle and bustle would be drowned out by honking horns, birds chirping and a delectable link sunrise, the pinks, and oranges and reds glazing across Mile’s eyes only intensified the beauty of the two-way street.

Snow still perched on stairways and railings, gracing the ground. Christmas decorations still feasting the golly season despite Christmas having already passed.

Taxi cabs and Metro buses roam around the roads.

Everyone on the sidewalk either greeting incoming bystanders or just minding their own business.

Rocking his tan Timberland 6-inch waterproof boots among the sidewalk, Miles waves off to the side, more pedestrians piping in and greeting him, either as a newcomer or recognizing the aroma of Rio’s presence having been back in her childhood home, with her son around.

Not shortly before he walks off, he skims past the tail end of a Goods Move truck, specializing in domestic and international packing and moving. One such neighbor appeared to be almost done with his packing; only a few more boxes and a giant navy blue fabric couch.

Only the end tip of the couch was in the truck and he was struggling.

Sensing an extra hand was required, Miles effortlessly swooped in, his super strength easily helping the neighbor readjust his position and lift the rest of the couch in. Moreso, there was still room left over for the last of his boxes.

Neighbor: Gracias, chico [Thanks, kid].

Miles: ¡De nada! [No problem]!

They fist-bump, displaying gratitude for each other and then Miles takes off again. Teo’s Bodega was his next stop; his mom Rio was stuck at work and she needed some groceries for dinner later so she asked Miles to take care of the deed for her.

It was less than a hop and skip away, literally across the street on 4th. And yet, this was an area Miles wasn’t all that accustomed to the new ways of moving and adjusting to new things, whether it be not having his dad around or uncle around.

Or, to put it more frankly, being situated somewhere that didn’t feel quite like home.

But that skepticism eventually faded away, his eyes setting upon a universally familiar sight, let alone one that got him to remove his headphones momentarily.

Miles: That is so cool.

Think of the best way you can think of to honor your favorite celebrity: speech, letter, journal, meeting up with them in person, autograph, however you’d like to prefer.

How about a giant mural on the side of a building? And this was just one of MANY Miles had grown accustomed to seeing: the Spider-Man.

The orange was already bleeding well into the red and black and white surprisingly enough with just enough space to add a Daily Bugle headline on the far left, mocking Jameson’s rants. Only some blue was shown, barely eclipsing the edge of the building but reflecting off as a darker tint of purple in Miles's eyes.

Still under construction, a mural painter was left doing the deed with a young woman, dressed comfy for the weather was helping lift up the paint cans for him to use.

Miles: I got it.

The mural painter was nearly done with the mural but more paint was needed, so he did the favor of having to stop midway through by picking up the other can of blue from the side. And in doing so, he recognized the second face helping him out.

Hailey Cooper [Natasha Ofili], another street artist living near him in East Harlem with impaired hearing, uses her sign language to connect with others. She’d seen him around here and there, and vice versa.

Miles: [Hey, Haley].

Hailey: [Hi, Miles].

Miles: Hey, uh, you think you’re gonna add that new Spider-Man, too?

Mural painter: The kid? Yeah, maybe. Original’s just…..he’s my guy, you know?

Miles: Yeah, I know. Hey, wait…..is Teo’s Bodega nearby?

Mural painter: Bright yellow sign down the street. Can’t miss it.

Miles: Thanks. Maybe leave a little bit of room for the new guy, just in case though.

Having received his directions, Miles, with a wink, is once again on his way.

No sooner should he finally cross the street on 4th Avenue, his phone rings. Blaring off in his pocket to the tune of Jacob Banks ‘In The Name Of Love’, he finally gets the call he was waiting for.

Realizing it was Peter, he immediately picks up.

Miles: Peter!

Convoy’s leaving early. Let’s shake a leg!

Not another word was spoken before he hangs up, leaving Miles on one hell of a cliffhanger.

Of course, unexpected because he wasn’t expecting the convoy to move forward for about a few more hours. So this was a real step up. But what about the groceries?

Sorry, Mom, he thought to himself, actively choosing to not go through with the shopping at the designated time in which she preferred. But he could always make time.

This was, to some extent, more important. This was what he wanted…..and he intended to not let Peter down. So off he went, dashing off to the side….

….before sprinting up and off the top of Teo’s Bodega, sliding off one of the four heaters on the roof as the second Spider-Man.

Aside from wearing his personal blue parka and red hoodie, with the inner being Peter's old Spider-Man mask and upper bodysuit which was Tony’s personal gift to Peter the first time they met, Miles also wore a pair of fingerless gloves, black tight pants, black socks, and red-lined black basketball shorts.

The only thing that didn’t change was his Timberland boots.

Frosty.

After multiple weeks and months of being stuck strictly on training wheels, today was the day. The big one. The one where everything from this point onwards would matter significantly. And judging from how hastily he webzipped onto the top of the MTA subway cars on Line Route 6, nearly tripping over his own momentum against a moving vehicle….

….it was hard not to fault his optimism. But his spirit was unwavering.

And if his little sunset flip into a web-swing combo was nothing to be proud of, then his zipping definitely would. Regardless, he was off of the train and swinging his way to Peter’s location….

…..as the HUD display in the mask zooms in with a quick relay on Peter’s location on top of the MetLife building. Thirteen minutes away from him.

The wind brushing up against him and the snow sloshing against the vacuum seal of the suit under the parka, moving at rapid fast speeds in 34-degree weather a full week and a half after the new year wasn’t doing Miles any favors for his skin or temperature or potential colds.

Incoming call from: Peter.

Miles: Patch through. Hey Pete - headed your way! Did I miss the convoy?

Not yet. They got the big boy in, but they're still rounding up a couple of inmates.

Miles: Must be a relief, watching the guys who broke out get taken back.

The Raft’s an eyesore, but it’s secure. As long as the octopus-related flaws have been fixed.

His voice dipped saying that. He sounded sad, indignant….almost ashamed, and Miles caught onto that. It wasn’t often Peter became depressed.

But you’d be too if your former friend had an obsessive grudge building for years and you inadvertently gave him a tool to help exact such violent means on not only him but the whole city?

Miles: You alright, man?

I will after today. You getting close?

Miles: Closin’ in on you. Be there soon.

The line cut and Miles was having the time of his life while jumping and swinging from building to building to Peter's location he almost forgot to call his mom since she wanted him to pick up stuff from the store

Miles: Awe crap. Got so caught up in this first field work I almost forgot about calling mom telling her I might be late. Uh....Ms. Karen was it? Can you call my mom?

Calling Rio Morales.

Miles: That is so cool.

Miles. Que Pasa [What's up] Did you get the shopping list?

Miles: Yeah mom just.....

Miles turned his head for his sec and turned back to see he was heading straight for a building

Miles: WHOA!

He web zipped side ways in the nick of time

Miles? Estias Bien? [Are you ok?]

Miles: Si. [Yeah] Just almost tripped but uh....I called to tell ya the bodega was out of coconut milk. So I'm on the subway to down town to get some there.

Oh sweetheart that's sweet thank you. But please avoid Midtown the prison convoy is a nightmare. And stay way from the diamond district. I heard there was a murder there on the news and a lot of Magia Activity are happening close to Central Park.

Miles: Oh yeah. I mean...YEAH! everyone on the train are talking about it. I'll be careful. I promise. See ya at dinner.

The line cuts as Miles was now half a mile way through MIDTOWN

Miles: DAMN! How does Pete do it with this secret identity thing? It's completely stressing me out!

Peter expands his double life to uphold his secret his possible. When he was your age it was a more stressful.

Miles: Remind me to tell him that Karen. Really nice to have someone to talk to during this.

On the roof of the COLEX building Miles arrived an hour in a half later and he was out of breath he had to pull off the mask to catch his breath

Miles: Ok Miles. You made it this far. So be cool. Helping Spider-Man protect a giant prison convoy should be a piece of cake. You can handle this just breath in breath out. Be cool.

Miles looked around but no sign of Peter yet

Miles: Pete? You here?

Yeah just downin' some rocket fuel.

Miles turned to see Spider-Man with his mask half open and sipping a lunate

Miles: How are you.....drinking? Upside down?

Spider-Man: Very....VERY carefully.

Miles: I got to ask. Does this ever get tiring for you? I had to lie to my mom to buy time.

Spider-Man: Trust me I did the same thing in my time. It was stressful yes but you'll get use to it.

Miles: Stress---wait how do you---

Spider-Man: Karen is linked in both our suits whatever we say to her we both can hear her under our suits.

Miles: Wow.

Spider-Man: Now time to call the Guy in the Chair. Ned status.

The convoy's heading your way. Just entered Midtown.

Spider-Man: Good. Keep an eye on any calls from Yuri. I promised her I help her look into a murder case after this. Send anything you patch through to Karen.

On it.

Spider-Man: Ok....now are you sure about this Miles cause this isn't a video game or a Saturday Night cartoon this is major stuff. And what they're carrying in there is a thousand times worse.

Miles: I'm sure.

Spider-Man: Alright then. Just stay close to me and remember what we talked about. Let's take this by the book.

Miles: Yes SIR!

Peter smirked when hearing a helicopter's Pellars running and looked above them seeing the super prison helicopter carrying the giant secured crate flying above them

Spider-Man: Alright. Go time.

Can’t forget about recycling, Peter piped in his head, chucking down his coffee cup down the full 808 feet of the building. Luckily, a single THWIP from his web-shooters later and the cup was safely placed in the nearest garbage can.

No littering on his behalf.

And just in time too, as a dark grey Osprey twin router helicopter sourcing the skylines of the early New York blew past the two Spider-Men, with a single revolving prison crate suspended by four steel cables on the underside holding it down, coupled by a mini safety net. If anything was considered, here’s hoping the weight of that crate doesn’t buckle down and cause them to crash.

Underneath, there were about four vehicles with inmates and escapees inside passing by Midtown: two trucks and two vans titled Police Transport. They were left being led the way by some of New York’s finest in the NYPD.

That was their cue. Peter was the first to web-zip off the antenna with Miles somersaulting not too far behind him.

Helicopter Pilot: Helix 2 en route with heavy payload.

Officer: Copy, Helix 2. We have you on scope.

And on scope, it was a pretty big deal. The last remaining supervillain to be returned to the Raft before some degree of normalcy could return and after everything with Li, the Devil’s Breath, Otto, and just how much the former Mayor was involved…..

….the city welcomed that gracious, if not bumpy, return towards that delicate, uneven balance between order and justice. While not alive and lively with lights that echoed heavens stars, New York had lost semblance of its heart, rhythm, and beat.

It needed that back. And if the NYPD couldn’t muster that, the Spider-Men definitely would.

How they didn’t catch either Spider-Men swinging and zipping behind the twincopter in line of sight of literally anybody on a rooftop or who’d be willing to just LOOK UP was staggering. Nothing on their radars or even the bloody rear-view mirrors.

It was puzzlement in and of itself.

Miles: This is….a big operation.

Spider-Man: With hundreds of felons escaping the Raft months ago, it’s gotta be. Police aren’t taking any chances with bringing them all back in. Especially with our guest of honor.

Guest of honor: the most important guest at an occasion or, at least, the one where people pay the most attention to. One where that aura oozes out into the room and sets the tone in place.

Said guest was whoever was in that giant crate suspended below the twincopter. And given how large it was, there was ever only going to be one right answer as to who would fit such a massive metal crate.

Putting two and two together wasn’t hard for Miles. “You mean one of the guys who helped Doc Ock is in there?”

Spider-Man: Yeah, if isn’t Electro or Scorpion, then it could be—

A sudden jolt to the crate, shifting it to the far left forced that run-on sentence to stop immediately. Miles was left alarmed but Peter already expected shenanigans at the forefront coming from within a mile away.

He knew who was inside didn’t take too kindly to being caged and the prospect of escaping was too great for said detainee to ignore.

Spider-Man:…..someone bigger.

Miles: Bigger? You mean—?!

Spider-Man: Ok, look alive. We got a problem!

Unbeknownst to the NYPD and the pilots, the crate was breaking free from its holdings underneath the twincopter. Another jolt from within burst sparks from the crate and the far left end of the steel cable began to splinter and rip apart. While the other coils were keeping the crate in the air, it was just barely.

Already the momentum of the twincopter was shifting away from the projected direction ahead, tipping in favor of the loosening crate instead. The coil continued to rip and rip and pull itself apart.

To Miles, this was nothing more but a simple fix.

Spider-Man: Hang back, Miles. Let me ta—

Miles: Don’t worry, Pete. I got this.

Spider-Man: Miles, wait!

This was the trouble with trying to teach someone: plan ahead. Prioritize what might come before and after such an event and keep a close eye on who you have beside you. Miles's persistence on trying to prove himself had already put him in a sickly precarious manner that was only going to end one of two ways.

Assuming Miles did his job…..which he didn’t.

All he did was, upon zipping to the far end of the airborne crate, shoot a single strand of webbing at the decaying wire in hopes of maintaining structural equilibrium with the rest of the twincopter’s weight.

Spider dragline silk has a tensile strength of roughly 1.3 GPa. The tensile strength listed for steel might be slightly higher, but spider silk is a much less dense material depending on the alloy used, so a given weight of spider silk is five times as strong as the same weight of steel. Rather unfortunate, in this case.

For only a few seconds, the web held the crate securely and Miles saw fit to remind Peter of such, holding his hand out to him.

Miles: It’s secure.

But then….came…..badness.

One more jolt from within the Raft crate and Miles buckles off the crate. Seeing as this wasn’t flex tape, the webbing splintered into tiny microscopic pieces, further decaying the already loosening metal wire before it finally snaps.

The twincopter is left drifting off to the right as another cable snaps off the dangling crate, resulting in further weight imbalance.

Officer: You’re drifting, Felix 2!

Helicopter pilot: We have a weight imbalance.

Not even thinking ahead, Miles was already left shooting a web upwards to escape but short attention span failed him. Unable to think ahead to see where he would escape, he was left shooting his web upwards……

….and after an immediate thrust and pull, jolted him further up into the air to discover he was being pulled INTO the left propeller, the rudders having already caught fire from the fluids.

His eye lenses widened at the impending doom approaching; so derailed by the shock he didn’t find it in him to let go of the webbing, yelping loudly. Luckily, a hasty Peter rushes in, zipping him away from the left propeller…..

….just enough for the twincopter to lose further altitude.

Helicopter pilot: Rudders unresponsive. Brace for impact!

And brace they did.

The right rudder of the propeller slams into the closest building nearby, further exasperated by the dangling crate caving a hole in the building. Now the twincopter completely spirals out of control with both rudders on fire and the two Spider-Men on the side to watch it happen.

All while the civilians and bystanders watch the now-aflame airborne vehicle tumble down onto them.

Helicopter pilot: Helix 2 going down!

Co-pilot: Brace brace BRACE—-

Finally, it crashes onto the busy streets, the twincopters propellers clipping one of the two trucks beside it causing it to tip over before all the metal cables snap off the crate, causing the giant prison box to fall all while the crashed vehicle clips the tarmac underneath it and it’s massive hull curtails both vans and a police cruiser off to the side.

This left the 30 foot wide, boxcar-sized crate to tumble over the sidewalks hardly steaming rolling over three separate civilians before coming to a skidding halt, colliding with another police cruiser.

Sirens die down and the crate finally comes to a halt. What was left behind was complete and utter shambles.

One little mishap in his judgment and Mile infinitely made the entire scenario worse. If he didn’t think his presence could make things worse, Miles knew he’d be fired on the spot now.

Soon as Peter landed he checked for survivors with Miles pleading to him

Miles: Pete I'm sorry man I...I didn't mean to---

Spider-Man: It's ok don't panic. We got this. We just need to contain it before---

Spidey was startled by a tumbling noise and he and his newly pupil turned around to see the giant titanium box shaking and rumbling inside

Spider-Man: Ohhhh fuck....

The crate BURST open entering the Rhino AKA Alex Sytsevich [Oleg Taxtarov]

Miles: Before that happens?

Spider-Man: Before that happens....

Rhino stepped out all angry and copped he growled softly Miles was scared stiff remembering his last encounter with Rhino and was barely spotted by him

Rhino: Hel-lo tiny Spider. I see you brought another tiny spider.

Alex yelled smashing the bolt shackles off his wrist and he looked dead at the two young heroes

He charged at them yelling and Pete web zipped over him hitching a ride as Miles leaped side ways and they hit the crashed armored car letting out the last of the inmates and former Demons with Peter talking in the communication in Miles's mask

I'll handle Rhino. But I need you to contain the escapees. Not one of them gets away!

Miles: I'm on it!

And then begin Mile's first fight with a gang of criminals with Spidey holding off Alex as he ran around the area crashing into cars

Prisoner: HOLD STILL!

Miles avoided a punch and countered him off kicking him back he leaps a few more with a leg flip and punch another behind him

Miles: Ahh man Spidey's never gonna trust me on a mission again!

Don't assume Miles. You're doing great.

Rhino kept running thrashing cars away thankfully they were empty and near by civilians panicked and run with Pete on top of him

Spider-Man: Alexi wait wait wait!

Rhino jumped over the fallen armored car with police arriving and he smashes their car on another armored car freeing more inmates

Spider-Man: How's it looking out there?!

Miles: Nearly.....almost contained.

Some of the inmates got their hands on weapons and try shooting at Miles but good thing Pete taught him to trust his spider sense for it let him know when to dodge

Miles: Can't let Spider-Man down. Need to get this under control. Any ideas Karen.

Try web grenade.

Miles: Web grenade got it.

Miles launched two web grenades tying three inmates to the fallen armored car when they exploded

As for Pete and Alex Rhino swings his arm back to knock him off but Pete ducked to avoid it

Spider-Man: Whoa Alex! Great arm! You ever pitch?!

Rhino: Shuddup!

Spider-Man: Seriously: You're triple A easy! Whole new career just waiting for ya!

They crashed into a building with Miles finishing off a handful of the inmates

How are the streets Spider-Boy?

Miles: Spider-Boy? Really Pete?!

Couldn't resist. But seriously how are they?

Miles: Honestly......

He uppercut an inmate running at him

Miles:.....kinda terrifying.

I told you it would be. Just keep rounding them up.

Rhino crashed back outside still running with Pete still on him he yelled and crashed through another building and soon came running towards Miles as he wrapped up the last inmate

Miles leaped aside to dodge him only to notice some prisoners jumping into vehicles with guns and driving off

Prisoner: I got the keys! Let's move!

He would have stopped him but

Spider-Man: Uh....Spider-Boy? I'm gonna need a hand up here? You free?!

Rhino was just ear on shaking him off and Miles was forced to make one choice:

Stop the escaping inmates....or help Peter with Rhino

Unfortunately, he wasn’t given much of a choice then.

The next time he sees Peter dealing with Rhino, he’s barely hanging onto the latter’s back, holding two weblines over the horn as he slid close behind him. With the strength of his webbing, it would allow him to temporarily blind Rhino but redirect his steering at the same time which ended up making a ruckus out the entire area.

Somebody was guaranteed to be leaving today in much worse condition than it was when either of them arrived.

Spider-Man: Gotta say, your New Year resolution is proving to be a little overzealous, Aleksi!

That didn’t stop the former Russian mobster from making things worse. He simply takes off to the left with Peter on his back and simply charges towards a wavering pedestrian, who had the brilliant idea of taking a selfie in the middle of a mass breakout.

And he almost got run over for it.

Being the selfless hero he was, Peter zips him out of the way before leaping right back onto Rhino who, again, takes off. Miles knew he couldn’t stay there, for the regular inmates, he knew he could find again.

Rhino? Not so much.

So off he went after the two, with Peter and his adversary moving off deeper into downtown, while he was left trying his best to keep up with them by swinging and zipping to maintain his top speed at all times.

He still was far from the best at web-swinging from pillar to post. Sure, Miles got the THWIP-RELEASE tactic down pat but all of that momentum in real time? Aiming with his hips, looking where he wanted it to release? Not forgetting to follow through, not throwing out his back?

All of that information to process wasn’t going to cut it.

Especially with his mentor on the back of a former mobster with a war machine grafted to his body just casually rampaging through the streets and knocking over two oil trucks off the roads as of it was nothing. Should’ve known: with Spider-Man, things inevitably go wrong as they always do.

Miles: Uhhh, be honest, man: how good are we doing?!

10 for generating spectacle, 1 for minimizing destruction. Bugle headline tomorrow’s gonna be a doozy.

Miles: If the only thing coming out of this is a bad headline—WHOA! Yeah, Imma count us lucky?!

Lucky off of a bad headline? Maybe.

But that would’ve been the LEAST of their worries if either Spider-Men didn’t saddle up and de-horn the Rhino, the latter of whom was now dragging Peter towards and through the Winter Bash in Bryant Park.

Miles: Oh crap crap, the Winter Bash!

Pixie glass igloos being trampled over was the tip of the iceberg here. The lawn, now covered in 7 feet of snow, shaded walkways, and amenities such as a carousel, pétanque, chess and backgammon tables, more Christmas stockings yet to be taken down, and even a ping pong area…..all went ass over tea kettle.

Despite being located entirely over an underground structure that houses the library's stacks, the sheer weight of Rhino’s hulking charge trampled the library stacks underneath as well.

And still, Rhino charged on, merging onto West 40th and 42nd Street, leaving Miles just a few feet behind him yet again.

Miles: Pete, it’s starting to look real bad man!

Don’t think like that. We’re going to stop him. Speaking of which—Ugh! Mind if—ARGH! Mind if you give me a hand here?

Miles: Oh yeah yeah! Hold on!

And needless to say, he wasn’t sure how much he could take of Rhino leaping up to buildings - tossing parking signs his way that he needed to dodge in midair or risk taking damage and slowing him down.

He needed to rein in on this unstoppable charger.

Finally, six feet apart from the two, Miles leaps further up into the air and a single multi-laced strand of webbing later, now he was the one having to get ahold of the big man himself. Peter left his post, hoping Miles would be able to improvise on the fly.

Miles: Alright, Pete! WHOA! I got this!

Spider-Man: Take it away, cowpoke!

Pete leaped off of Rhino and Miles was now going for a ride and it was gonna be a drag.....literally

He then zipped up on Rhino's back and he took a jump UP into.....a mall

Spider-Man: Whoa whoa whoa whoa wait not the mall! NOT THE MALL!

CRASH!!!!

Miles: WHOA!!!

Rhino and Miles landed in the parking lot and continued running as Miles wrapped his webs around him to try and steed him like a horse

Rhino: Hang on tight tiny spider. We going for a ride.

Miles: Oh geez.

He ran tossing cars aside and CRASHES through the mall entrance causing a panic and people inside running and screaming and crashed into directories and Miles had to steer him away from near by civilians

Miles: Hey Spidey! Little help--

Rhino jumps off from the escalator and knocks over the sqaure shaped chandler and impacts on the flour causing more panics and people running

Coming in hot! Just keep him away from any people!

Miles: Gotcha.

Rhino keeps running with Miles steering him with Pete swinging in grabbing any people out of Rhino's way

Rhino jumps again off the top flour and lands on another flour and keeps running and Miles spots a baby carriage and the mother falling aside

Miles: Oh baby!

Rhino: Excites me!

Miles web zips to the carriage and grabs it and gets it out of the way and hitches a ride back on Alexis as he runs by him

Mother: Thank you!

Miles then KICKS him causing him to fall of the rail and smashes through the flour and ends up on the bottom flour Miles gets on him again as Rhino continues to run with Peter hot on their tail saving many people as possible

Spider-Man: Hey you know you're ruining a new year right?!

Rhino: Last year I was locked up 30 feet of steel!

Rhino jumps again and he and Miles crashes through another wall

In another room Jameson was in his broadcast room rehearsing on his episode tonight

Jameson: He's a MENACE! Nah too soft....He's uh....he's a LOW ENERGY menace! Nah too easy. Maybe: He's a WEAK MINDED----

Jameson and near by staff and producers were startled by the wall bursting and Rhino running in with Miles still on him and Peter behind them

Miles: Hey Jonah! Looking good jerk!

Spider-Man: Very festive.

Jameson: TWO OF THEM?!

They were soon gone

Jameson: MENACES! A COUPLE OF FECKLESS, TREACHEROUS, UNHINGED MENACES!! JARED, HE WAS RIGHT THERE! TWO OF THEM! I SWEAR TO—

Miles was mildly relieved to be out of Jameson’s crosshairs. The sooner he was out of his eyesight and his hair the better. However, it was a long way down from the mall back to solid ground, and given how quickly Rhino was falling, pulling Miles down with him was a no-brainer.

Even as Miles flips over him in hopes of the webbing actually doing the work for him and knocking him off his feet, all it does is disorient the youngster and leave him fully at Rhino’s mercy. With no intentions in slowing down, Aleski takes off again, jolting Miles with him. Now being squarely behind the mammoth….

….now he could say it was a real drag.

You know how the snow sleigh would be built with either a smooth underside or a separate body supported by two or more smooth to reduce the friction and help carry heavier loads? Not this one. Miles was left having to further adjust all his weight backward in hopes of getting Rhino to slow down.

He was lucky Peter was swinging alongside him trying to keep up but the carnage was very much afoot in the streets still.

Avoiding more cars, signs, the roads, and being hurdled through yet another building only to barely barrel roll through by the skin of his teeth and other obstacles merely helped him avoid damage - and that’s something Miles wanted nothing to worry about right now.

Not to worry about innocent bystanders, though. Just like before, Peter ran interference to keep them out of harm's way - though Miles was left with most of the hero work, straining his arms, legs, and back to steer Rhino away properly. She since there were no brightly colored mall directory ads to guide the path or steer around, he was left waiting until his senses came to fruition or Rhino made the move for him.

In any video game, this would be the directional QuickTime events that you’d have to answer within three seconds flat or you’d put the controller down and start drinking battery acid. Instead…..Miles got a phone call.

Incoming call from……

Miles: ANSWER!

Hijo, donde estas? [Son, where are you?] It’s been a while now.

Miles: Mom? Yeah, right. Coconut milk. Still trying to find it; it’s been, ehhh, an adventure.

Are you…..running?

Miles: Yeah, umm sorry. Trying to catch a train.

Hey ahora, no seas un mentiroso. [Hey now, don’t be a liar.] Grab the milk and hurry home, please. I need to prepare for later.

Miles: Si, mama. Te quiero mucho. [Yes, Mom. I love you].

He’s left hanging abruptly as Rhino jolts upwards, finally deciding to take the high road and slam him against the edge of the tarmac. The further Rhino runs, the more Miles's hips are scrapped alongside the metal and hardened concrete, meaning he was gonna need a lot of stitches after tonight.

But then another parking sign is hurdled at him from the side, thanks to Rhino leaping up and off the very edge of yet another indoor parking lot. Fed up with the constant debris, Miles twirls around his own webbing before flipping over the last airborne sign.

Finally, he somersaults forward, landing on Aleksi. Apparently, he didn’t mind the company.

Miles: Shit man! Do you have any non-destructive hobbies?!

Rhino: Fly fishing on the Volga!

Miles: That sounds, ehh……nice.

Rhino: The power over life and death….excites me!

Miles: Ok, less nice!

Speaking of nice, Peter finally came about, barely landing on the other side of the big man’s other shoulder. Again, apparently, he doesn’t mind company like he wants one to believe.

Spider-Man: We gotta bring him down FAST!

Miles: Yeah. Yeah, What do we do?!

Rhino: Let us raise temperature.

Now the dial was about to crank up to somewhere around shit-hundred and fuck. Aleksi was charging onwards, straight for the Roxxon Power Plant….

….and he was heading right towards the giant canister composed of flammable gas.

Spider-Man: No no no no! Bad, bad, VERY BAD!

They both shot webs but didn't take Rhino's strength was too much for them and then........

.....he CRASHES through the fence hitting the tank causing an explosion sending Miles shooting off hitting a near by wall and getting it together looking for Spidey

Miles: Pete?! Pete are you ok?

No answer

Miles: Karen where's Peter?

Five feet under debree. Oxygen 5%.

Miles: Shit he needs our help then.

Miles spots Alex still running crashing into things causing more explosions causing a blackout in Hell's Kitchen

Miles: Oh no. No no NO NO!

Miles! It's ok. Just recovered.

Spider-Man bursts out of the ruble tapping on his ear

Spider-Man: I got him. But we're heading your way.

Ok.

Miles was about to join in but soon spotted the escapees from earlier cutting them off from the other side

Miles: Yyyyyeah....might uh....need a minute. The cons are back. And they look ready for a war. And.....there's some other guys with them.

The ones with them.....were Magia for they met up with the inmates not long ago for they kept tabs on Rhino as the Spider duo was and they had bigger fire arms rocket launchers sniper rifles everything

Magia....Miles just stay focus on Rhino. These guys mean business.

Miles: I GOT THIS!

MILES!

He webbed zipped down which tingled his spider sense seeing one of the Magia's aiming the Rocket Launcher at him and fired but Miles easily dodged it

He web zipped to him and knocked him down and fought off the rest

Miles: Tip for the Police: Maybe don't bring RPG's to the prison convoy next time. Better yet: Maybe don't bring them anywhere!

Rhino and Peter crashed in running pass them

Spider-Man: That the best you got Aleksei?!

He smacks him off

Spider-Man: Ok.....that was pretty good.

Soon backup arrived and cops started firing at the Magia and remaining inmates all though not all were happy to see the Spider-Men

Cop: Get out of here Spider-Boy! You're making things worse!

Miles: Man cut off the Spider-BOY things! I'm trying to help you!

They kept pushing webbing up each one by one after a beating Miles spider sense went off to see Magia on a roof trying to sniper the cops

Miles: More guys up top!

He web zips up and fights them off

Magia # 1: It's Spider-Man!

Miles: Thank you!

Magia # 2: No it's the Night Monkey!

Miles: WHO?!

And they fired at him with Miles fighting them all back

They were more of a handful than the escapees but nothing Miles couldn't handle-ish it was getting intense

Miles: Spider-Man it's getting hairy out here! Police Escapees and Magia are shooting it out.

Back up the police. I can hold it out a little longer.....but don't screw around with the Magia they mean business.

Miles: Karen Pete's counting on us. We gotta stop these guys.

Activating enhance combat mode.

Miles: What combat mode?

The system in his suit increased the mode to take out three Magia's at once web up four to the wall and lunging kick five more

Miles: THIS IS AWESOME!

Turns out not much else needed to be done there. Enhanced combat mode very well annihilated every walking imp with a gun near his vicinity. Good on him, cause that meant he could finally focus on helping Peter….

….amidst all the fire and brimstone leveling the power plant.

He couldn’t get an exact location so he had to check every building in that area that didn’t have a 40-foot tall hole in the wall or just completely ash-ridden to the moon and back. So he was left searching from scratch.

For the first few minutes, no such luck.

The last building in that power plant facility that was unscathed on the exterior was near the right edge of the plant. Landing downside, Miles couldn’t say his luck had really improved that much. No matter how strained he sounded or desperately he called, Peter wouldn’t pick up on the other side now.

Hopes were dwindling quickly.

Miles: Peter? Spider-Man? Hello?

But finally, his spider sense rings off in his head. Danger incoming from behind; the wall collapsed from behind him and something bolts through.

Flipping out of the way, Miles then discovers, to his horror, that Peter was the one being flung from out of the building, crashing into the electrical substations. Back and shoulder first into a circuit breaker, Peter sparks a few crackles out of the circuit breaker before slouching down to the far end.

No grunts. No moans. Not so much as a peep from Peter. He lied there, motionless.

Dropping everything, Miles dashes to his mentors' aid, desperate to wake him up.

Miles: Hey Pete, get up! C’mon man, you gotta wake up!

Again, Peter barely moves.

Miles: Get up man! Please, stay with me! C’mon, Spider-Man! C’MON!

He could hardly even hear the sound of protruding metal kicking off the leftover bricks from the wall before stepping back out into the sunlight behind him. The massive footsteps grew larger in quantity, indirectly drawing Miles's attention back towards Aleksi.

Miles could hardly keep his eyes straight towards Peter anymore, the latter finally slinking down to a horizontal basis, almost resting on his right. Cold, shallow, hazy breaths perforated through his mask, barely achieving the bare minimum survival tactic in staying alive.

Of course, that wouldn’t mean a damn thing if Rhino had anything to say about it.

Rhino: This Spider-Man is broken. I would like to exchange for new one.

For once, he actively, willingly turns his attention to Miles.

Rhino: Ahhhhh. This one will do.

Spider-Man: Miles—get—get out—of here…..

No point in listening now.

Miles quickly bolts back up to his feet, staring Rhino down, unwilling to allow this inkling of a previous Deja Vu to repeat itself. The last time Peter fell into a state of disrepair was against Doc Ock and the Sinister Six and he had to literally be stitched and patched and pieced back together fragment by fragment like Humpty Dumpty.

Peter may not be dead but he was in no condition to compete anymore. Miles wasn’t going to take that lying down.

Now he was going to have to fight Rhino head on, in Peter’s stead.

Miles: Bro…..

Little did the young man know that he had an equalizer up his sleeve, finally unleashed. Bringing his arms out to the side, he begins fizzling with pure energy with his hands radiating an invisible force field with yellow bio-electricity.

Balling up his fists tightly, Miles could hardly feel the energy building up with each voltage spike. But he hardly paid any attention.

Miles: Back….the hell….

Rhino: ARGH!

Miles: OFF!!!

Sprinting up towards one another, Miles takes the effort, leaping forward with a single punch. Rhino’s plan was to simply pluck him out in mid-air but the enhanced control of bioelectricity in Mile’s fists, allowed Miles to both stockpile huge amounts of electrical energy and release it at will.

One step forward later and BAM!

Immediately, Rhino was taken off his feet, with Miles rolling on through. No matter how he almost tripped over himself upon finally looking down at his hands, watching all of that energy.....explode out from within.

Miles: What—what is this?

No time to wonder. The ground once again trembled at Rhino’s anger and frustration.

He couldn’t hope to ponder about the how. He just simply had to use it.

And he would have to figure it out soon cause Rhino soon stood back up and he was MAD

Rhino was just about to attack till Miles reached back charging up another super punch and UPPERCUTS him in the jaw forcing him back and he was stunned enough for Miles to start beating him down

And would have if Rhino hadn't smacked him away Miles flew across the area and then Aleksi leaps forward throw a giant punch at him but Miles got out of the way in time and Rhino punched through the ground

Rhino: You survive while your mentor perishes! How unexpected.

Miles: And you're using words longer than "Crush" and "Smash".

Rhino ripped out a chunk of concrete from the ground throwing it at Miles but dodged it and Miles charged up another punch and this time was able stun him more and get beat down again but this time Rhino grabs him slams him around and smashes him through wall to wall

And they end up in a boiler room

Miles rolled on the ground and Rhino charges but Miles leaped over and web zipped on his back again and began running

Miles: Whoa....hey!

Rhino: GET OFF!

He hit a boiler forcing Miles off

Rhino: You are.....worthy but small opponent.

Miles: Flattery's gonna get out of this Aleksei!

Rhino: You will not stop me.

Miles: You destroyed half the city! Don't you care?! What about the people you nearly killed?!

Rhino's only response was knocking him down and throw down his fist but Miles held it back and forced it back and web zipped kicked him back

Miles: Gotta tell ya big man chasing you through the city kinda like uh....you know the word? Wild.....GOOSE chase.

Rhino stopped and thought back unknown to him that was him he was looking for at the dock when he last said that

Rhino: Wild....goose.....that was you I chased at docks?!

Miles: Uh oh.

Uh oh was right thankfully Rhino doesn't know his name but pointed him out as who he chased then

Rhino: No....NO! I HATE CHASE OF GOOSE!

Fortunately Miles did meant to piss him off cause that way he be out of focus as he charged at him Miles did a charge of his own and the THIRD electric punch now KNOCKED Rhino completely down hitting another wall

Exhausted Alex threw crates at him but he dodged them and then Miles delivered the final blow smashing through the wall and sending them both back outside

Rhino was finally down for the count and Peter was finally recovering and Miles ran to him

Miles: Hey man you alive?

Spider-Man: Kind of.....

Miles helped his mentor and soon police arrived to Uptain Rhino

As minutes went by they barely secured back Rhino in a new secured crate as one of the cops talked to the Spiders

Cop: Wow. Just....WOW. Officer Stacy. Captain of the of the 37 precinct. It's an honor to meet you. Both of you.

Spider-Man: You too. Listen Cap uh....sorry our ball landed in your yard.

Stacy: No you actually did us a favor. If not for you two who knows how much damage our large friend could have done. And cause of you both there were no casualties. Want to thank you. Both of you. Taking down Rhino....especially you....solo? you are going places bud.

Miles: Thanks. But he's still dangerous.

Stacy: Don't worry we'll keep him contain till we can move him. Thanks again. To be honest I thought those silver troopers last year were over kill till.....something like this happens. Oh duty calls hey really great to meet you both. Future's looking bright.

The officer went on his phone as Peter placed his hand on Miles's shoulder

Spider-Man: Come on. Let's clear out and police can do their job.

Miles: Yeah....yeah alright.

They webbed zipped up and later both sat on a roof having leo's pizza Peter however was amazed when Miles told him about the bio electricity

Peter: Bio electricity? Wow. If you want me to be honest I'm jealous.

Miles: Hey look. I still got nothing on the OG. Think we should run more tests tomorrow before the next mission?

Peter: Ohh....man. Yeah. Sorry I've been meaning to tell you. There's not gonna be another mission for awhile.

Miles: That some kind of Pete joke I don't get?

Peter: No just.....with the Magia back in town things are gonna get messy more messy than this morning so until we put Hammerhead away I'll need you to sit everything out. Including training. Besides I promised Yuri I help her solve a murder case and MJ and I have a school reunion tomorrow. So I gotta tie up the remaining loose ends tonight.

Miles: You’re telling me I can’t help with that?

Peter: More or less, looking out for your safety.

Miles: Peter, is that a ‘can’t’ or ‘won’t’?

How could he answer that? There was no real easy answer to what was a simple question on the surface. Only reason why such an inquiry was questioned has a lot to do with the embedded lore of superhero’s and their travels.

Already mirroring that fatherly-son bond between him and Tony decades prior, Peter quickly saw himself falling into that rabbit hole of skepticism and worry. With worry, there must also be balance. Is it keeping him safe or too safe? There must be safety enough to live well and thrive. There must be not so much safety that necessary risks cannot happen.

Worry is fear but love can manifest as worry as well, the same kind of love that can be overbearing and force one to leave the other: the latter of which Peter was all to fixated towards.

Liz.

Michelle.

Felicia.

MJ.

Too many times, this skintight durable uniform, the legacy it withheld, the burdens this symbol had to carry proved to be too much for the subconscious to handle. Yet, that same love is wanting others to live their best life, to achieve what they were born to do, to rise up into their passions and feel the exhilaration that brings.

For after, there is real self-respect, and satisfaction of living up to full potential, of being a true hero, of making a positive impact upon the world. Miles had well passed that threshold….

….but events from earlier today mirrored Peter’s own recklessness when he first started out.

Quite the double-edged sword.

Peter: I’ve been at this gig for almost 20 years at this point and I’ve spent almost half of that time on my own. You’re going to make your fair share of mistakes along the way; we’re only human…..and that’s how you learn.

Miles: So….?

Peter: You floundered and then picked yourself back up. The journey matters as much as the destination and in my eyes, you did well.

He says as he casually passes Miles a clothes box wrapped under six different sets of crumbled newspapers, all of which are old Daily Bugle headlines, lambasting his personal over the years.

If Miles wasn’t mistaken, he’d call this an after-Christmas present.

Miles: Christmas present?

Peter: Didn’t want your Mom to be in on the secret, so I decided to postpone it. Was gonna wait ‘till later but…..hey, you delivered big time today.

And he was right.

Already, he was seeing Peter as more than just a friend or a mentor; it was hard to dispute how much his life had already changed because of Peter, and his gratitude graced no bounds.

He had to take the gift. Being the kid he was, though, he couldn’t help being curious.

Miles: When do I open it?

Peter: Whenever you like. You still got ‘till the end of the day. But first…..

The awkward silence stretches from that second onwards with Peter holding out his hand to him in the webshooter position, and up close…..it looked stupid.

Not that either one of them was going to point that out. Both were fully encompassed into this moment.

Peter:…..you gotta take the oath.

Miles: Ummm…..ohhhhhkay? Should I hold out my hand?

The original Spidey only nods.

How this thing worked back then with MJ has since then evolved into more than a two-man job. And once Miles mimics that famous web-slinging motion outwards towards his friend and teacher….

…..Peter recites a decade-long oath.

Peter: Repeat after me: I make a commitment to take a stand against injustice. I will treat others with respect and kindness. I will have the compassion and the courage to not be a bystander. It is my RESPONSIBILITY to help others and I promise to do everything in my power to protect this city.....and those closest to me.

Nodding almost vigorously, the young man follows suit.

Miles: I make a commitment to take a stand against injustice. I will treat others with respect and kindness. I will have the compassion and the courage to not be a bystander. It is my RESPONSIBILITY to help others and I promise to do everything in my power to protect this city.....and those closest to me.

Peter: That's it.

Miles was dumbstruck that it was only one monologue for an oath and couldn't help but to chuckle

Miles: Man be honest that oath a real thing?

Peter: Totally. Definitely didn't just make it up. I mean MJ took it.

Miles: But she didn't had powers. Does she?

Peter: If she did or not she still did. Anyway....you better go pick up that milk for your mom.

Miles: How did you---??

Peter: Karen.

Miles: Right. Right.

Peter: Well I'll see you at F.E.A.S.T. this weekend. You did a good job today.....Spider-MAN.

Miles's heart skipped a beat finally giving him the MAN title instead of boy they fist bumped and Peter pulled his mask back on and leaped off swinging away

Miles: He called me Spider-Man......he...called me Spider-Man. Please don't screw this up.

Miles pulled on his own mask and leaped off himself

On the way to the Diamond district Peter was finally on his way to the murder scene Yuri was looking into he called her through Karen

Spider-Man: Yuri. The convoy was a disaster but Rhino's been recaptured and on his way back to the Raff. How's the new case coming along?

It's hard to make out better you see for yourself. It's a real mess.

Spider-Man: Heading your way.

The line cuts

Incoming call from Mary Jane Watson.

Spider-Man: Patch her in Karen. Babe what's happening?

You haven't called me that in awhile.

Spider-Man: Feeling was mutual on "Tyger".

Hehehe anyway I was calling to tell ya I think I got a lead on the Magia. Where you at now?

Spider-Man: Heading to the murder scene Yuri's looking into. She hasn't found any leads but hopefully I'll find some when I get there.

Is Miles still with you?

Spider-Man: No. He's on his way home.

Thank God.

Spider-Man: But he took the oath.

You mean the same oath I took after I moved here from San Fransisco?

Spider-Man: Bingo.

Hehehe....anyway call me soon as you and Yuri are done. This lead is really big I think the Magia might strike later tonight.

Spider-Man: You got it babe.

Hehehe talk to you soon....babe.

The line cuts off

We come back to the same apartment from earlier when that Oscorp Board member was killed by an unknown assailant

Captain Yuri Watanabe [Constance Wu] was on the scene few assisting officers taking pictures

Yuri: I want this whole flour under lock down till we find any further evidence. Jesus falling off a 50 story. It's madness.

That why you called for Spider-Cop chief?

Yuri: Hell no.....

Yuri turned around with a disapproving smirk seeing Spider-Man spin a web lowering upside down from the blown hole

Yuri: Last time you had Spider-Cop on a case he officially retired.

Spider-Man: Well he still has some loose ends to tie up. Especially after we busted who was behind the Chinatown Crime Tower crises who was really trying to bust Fisk out.

Yuri: Fair enough.

He hopped down

Spider-Man: So what'd you find so far?

Yuri: Nothing that will ID a suspect. But we did ID the victim: One Andy Powler. He's one of the head board directors of Oscorp. A real respectable one. A divorced father of three. Been in Oscorp since after....the blip.

Spider-Man: Snapped out or lucky?

Yuri: No way to know for sure. All I do know the attacker came in from that hole....blown from the outside.

Spider-Man: My money's still on the Magia. Earlier today they tried to assist Aleksei with bazookas.

Yuri: Maybe but till we know for sure we'll need more evidence. I have my men will work on the clock but with the Magia making their moves we're short staff as it is.

Spider-Man: Hey whoever they are we'll catch them like flies.

Yuri: Isn't that your theme song?

Spider-Man: Didn't know you listened to it!

Yuri: I don't. But....my colleagues do. But serious note we need to find out who's responsible for this so we can put them in the Raft too.

Spider-Man: Yuri....you say the victim was an Oscorp Board Director didn't you?

Yuri: Yeah why?

Spider-Man: How do we know it's not Li? We never found him all year for all we know he could be back to finish what he started. He could have killed this guy to get to get to Osborn again.

Yuri: We can't be certain. He's been ghost since we put away Octavius. But if Li is back then we need to stop him and fast. We just stopped his gang war now that Hammerhead's moving in to take Fisk's thrown Li could jeopardize everything all over again. I'll warn Osborn and anyone in Oscorp. But as soon you find anything you call me.

Spider-Man: You got it Milady.

Yuri: What have I told you about calling me that?

Spider-Man: Couldn't resist. But note: I'll call soon as I find anything right now one of my sources is looking into Magia Activity. I think we got a lead.

Yuri: Alright. You go look into it and don't do anything stupid.

Spider-Man: I try but.....stupid is as stupid does Cap. Later.

He dived out of the hole with Yuri nodding at his direction

No guesses on how quickly the anticipation scale for this case just skyrocketed. So many scenarios, so many outcomes, way too many possibilities….

….and yet, all of that was undermined or, better yet, unveiled thanks to all the dirty little secrets the former Mr. Negative, Martin Li snuffed back out into the light; yet another man who fell prey to his literal inner demons thanks to what Norman did to him years prior. He came so close to following through on his conquest as well despite Norman having already lost the fight along the way, that him being gone didn’t matter much anymore.

His aura still soured the soil of the ground every citizen walked, talked, and breathed on in this very city; a city he was willing to cripple to its knees and sacrifice for the sins of just one man. The fact that Otto was just as, if not, more crucial in his crusade already painted a cascade of choices and possibilities that far outstretched his reach….

….and deemed themselves too good to be true.

Was Li actually back? Did Otto find a way to breach his way out of the Raft too? Did either man’s reign of tyranny act as a signal for others who feel similarly to try and finish what they started?

Could the Magia really be in on this? Is there a new villain on the block?

So many options and so little time. The best alternative to legitimately find out was to get his hands dirty…..like always.

But not before tying up one more loose end, just to make sure. A quick detour was needed.

Peter approached the door to his former place of employment, scanning the key card to enter for the last time. Given how he couldn’t exactly muster the courage to trudge through this shallow blanket of old memories alone, he had to call his guy in the chair, Ned Leeds [Chris O’Neal] for an emotional wing.

Not much of the place was left as the two of them entered, blowing past the yellow tape. A quick survey of the place revealed to Peter that, luckily, Otto was nowhere in sight.

That’s one crisis averted.

Ned: Very surreal nowadays.

Peter: Not bad, huh?

After the grant committee and the owners of the building contacted him about collecting the belongings he had at the lab before everything else was taken away, Peter had initially planned on going himself. However, as he thought about it more, he felt it would be good for Ned to tag along.

As much as he would’ve liked Miles to tag along, knowing he’d have an appreciation for the tech that would be there, Peter desperately needed someone other than MJ to see the good man that Otto had been before being consumed by vengeance. As bright as Miles was, he was still emotionally tainted from his dads' death.

Of course, Mary Jane had tried to offer her help as well, the two of them fresh off of getting back together.

She had told him this should be something for just him and Miles someday, which he had accepted before she told him how proud she was for how he was pouring into the boy's life. And yet Peter couldn’t bring himself to follow through.

Ned quickly moved over towards the metallic arm Peter and Otto had frequently utilized in their work.

Ned: Is that one of your prototypes?

Peter: That was before we had fully developed the intracranial neural network. Here, let me show you.

Peter grabbed the remote control for the arm, which could be synced up with it. Placing a coffee mug on the table, he began to manipulate the arm over towards it, the fingers gently grabbing it and lifting it up into the air.

Ned: Wow, not bad. You guys were really doing some good work here, weren't you?

Peter: We were…..

Peter replied, his tone nostalgic but his voice now less enthusiastic and more somber.

He didn't have much that was actually his own at the lab; mostly just his own shriveled-up labcoat, repair equipment, and some basic analytical materials. This did allow for some extra time to let Ned see some different areas of the lab as they went and try some more of the equipment out.

As they finished up gathering his things, Peter glanced up at the board in one of the rooms that contained the final designs for the mechanical arms that would turn Otto Octavius into the menacing Dr. Octopus. His mind wandered back to all the time he and the doc were working together, all the signs he should've seen.

Maybe, if he'd just paid better attention.…put his foot down more….

That being said, the feel of Ned’s hand on Peter's shoulder brought the latter back to the moment.

Ned: You good?

Peter: What? Oh, yeah. Sorry, man. Just…..reflective I guess. He carried a lot of hate in him, but I still have to believe that, somewhere inside of him, there's still the good man I came to work for. He was like a father to me. I think all the time about what else I could've done.

Ned: Hey man, what happened to him wasn't your fault. You can’t keep blaming yourself.

Peter: I know. Well, when I'm really, really honest with myself, I know. That doesn't mean I don't stop thinking about it.

The guy in the chair can only nod in response.

Eventually, they finished packing up the rest of the stuff there, and Peter told Ned he needed a minute and he would join him shortly. Ned silently nodded, grabbing a box of materials and walking out the door.

For a moment, Peter just stood in the center of the room, looking around at everything, taking it all in one last time. What had started off as a hopeful place filled with possibility had become a bitter reminder of the tragedy that was Otto Octavius, a horrid example of what happens when vengeance and hate consume a man. Still, despite all of that, Peter knew he couldn't forget the good times that happened here as well; honestly, he didn't even want to forget.

No matter what, he would always cherish the memory of the kind, caring and determined scientist that the man had once been. His white spider outfit was a reminder of that every time he put it on; it was a testimony to his kind and generous nature.

Finally, Peter grabbed the final box he needed to take and walked over towards the door. Grabbing the handle, he turned around so the lab was in full view.

Peter: So long, Otto. I'll never forget you.

Peter then turned and walked out, closing the door behind him for the last time. They confronted me in the day of my disaster, but the Lord was my support, he thought to himself.

Psalm 18:16-19

Not too long after Peter closes the doors on the lab for the final time, he collects himself hoarsely breathing on automatic.

It’s not that he noticed, unfortunately.

Ned suddenly grinned at him.

Ned: You are breathing... on automatic.

And so suddenly that process Peter was unaware of is there in his thoughts and as his breathing pattern changes, he chuckles mildly in the same way he did as a little child. So Ned laughs too, and then there they are, two idiots thick ’n’ thin laughing together on a sunny day.

Time for laughs quickly ended.

Incoming call from: MJ.

Peter’s phone picked up an intense vibration in his pocket, a sign Peter couldn’t ignore, flipping his mask back on.

Spider-Man: Accept.

Finished?

Spider-Man: So far, yeah. I’ll have to circle back to that with you later. Right now, just tell me what’s going on with the Maggia. I thought they went out with swing dancing, both times.

They were. But we know how these scenarios play out. With Fisk and the Demons out of the picture, La Costa Nostra is making a comeback.

Peter couldn’t refrain from a mild chuckle there.

Spider-Man: I love it when you talk dirty.

Easy, Tiger. So you know the Feds raised the Maggia a couple months back, right? Well, one of the Dons had this lost masterpiece painting called The Maria. And now they’re displaying it over at Manhattan MOCA.

Spider-Man: I’m gonna take a gamble and say one of the families plan to steal it back?

Yep. It’s going down later tonight.

Spider-Man: Sounds like there’s more to this than just art appreciation.

The line cuts and our hero swings his way for Central Park making his way towards the museum

A minute later when Pete arrived looks like the Maggia beat him to it and it look like a break in in progress

Few men trying to crack the lock and armed Maggia's pacing the area

Spider-Man: Karen. Look's like MJ's source was correct. There's a small army of Hammerhead's goons trying to break in. Keep MJ on the line while I take a closer look.

Sure thing. Be careful though. According to my data files these guys play for keeps.

Maggia # 1: Hurry up come on! Boss wants that panting now. He's already on to us that we didn't get that giant human Rhino earlier. We should have been in and out by now.

Maggia # 2: You want to try? Be my guest.

Spider-Man: Jesus. Some people will do anything to avoid paying full-price admission.

He webbed zipped around planning out his tactics imagining himself playing Batman Arkham Asylum and scanned for any goons by themselves and picked off one by zip kicking him down knocking him out

Spider-Man: These guys have to learn how to appreciate art during business hours.

Soon spotted the next one and webbed him and sticking him on the statue he was on

The next one he lunged down to

Spider-Man: Nap time!

And didn't take long for the Remainers to notice some of their comrades were missing

Maggia: Zito any trouble over there?

No answer

Maggia: We got a problem with Zito. He's not responding check it out.

Soon as they sent one of them to check it out they found Zito the first goon taken out on the ground

Maggia: MAN DOWN!

And then he got knocked out by Pete and was spotted by all of them

Fourth Maggia: IT'S SPIDER-MAN!

Fifth: BOSS WANTS HIM DEAD FOR LAST TIME! WASTE HIM!

Spider-Man: Time for a little demonstration of the fine art of subduing criminals.

Peter fought them all off one by one dodging their attacks webbing them up and knocking them out pulling a crow bar out of one's hands and web zipped him to him and knocks him down

He uppercuts one in the air and beats him up in the air the next he zipped down knocking him out and slid under the last one and kicked him from behind knocking him out

Spider-Man: Whoo....what a workout. Karen call MJ.

Already have her on.

Spider-Man: MJ. I subdued the Maggia. A lot of them I know from before. The first one is Frederico Frezelli.....the second is Sal Partillo.

I know them too. They're part of Hammerhead's crime family. Why would he the Maria? Doesn't seem like his thing.

Spider-Man: Beats me. I'll have Karen do a quick scan around the place make sure no one got in a different way and I'll send it to you. Meantime send the information to Yuri. She'll want in the loop.

No problem.

The line cuts

Spider-Man: Front door seems secured. Better check the other entrances. Karen activate vision scan.

The P.O.V. of his eye lens opened a vision scan to pick up anything out of the ordinary and KAREN did picked up something on the right side of the museum

Peter I got something head for the back parking area.

Once he did he picked strange marks on the wall

Spider-Man: Wait what's this?

He got a close look on the marks and the scan picked up.....FAMILIAR traces they were claw marks....and Peter seen these claw marks before

Spider-Man: Uh oh......

Peter had a sinking feeling about what he was gonna find later and he found more of those marks heading up the roof he walled crawled found a door but the marks lead up to another wall

Spider-Man: Nope. No one got in through here.

He ran up to the wall landing on the roof and found the skylight with a cut circle opening into the building

Spider-Man: Please tell me we're not about to run into who I think we're about to run into.

There's only one way to find out.

Spider-Man: MJ, someone cut a hole in the skylight. I’m gonna find out who.

He says before diving straight through, landing directly on the inside of the museum, opposite the front door the Magia guys were trying to crack open.

Wait, so while Hammerheads guys were trying to break in through the front, someone else slipped in through the roof?

Spider-Man: Looks that way. So far, no sign of anyone. At all. Aren’t there supposed to be guards here at night?

Good call, maybe check the Security Booth near the entrance. If there’s cameras there too, it’ll see whoever broke in.

The line cuts off, leaving Peter to his tunneler-encrypted misery.

First off, the Manhattan Museum of Modern Art plays a major role in developing and collecting modern art and is often identified as one of the largest and most influential museums of modern art in the world. The MMoMA's collection offered an overview of modern and contemporary art, including works of architecture and design, drawing, painting, sculpture, photography, prints, illustrated books, and artist's books, film, and electronic media.

A.k.a, too many goodies that some low-time common crooks would like to get their slimy claws on…..especially since there were one too many places to perk in and view.

A library, an archives room, four exhibition houses, and a presentation that oozed out the worst signs of Deja Vu for the veteran.

Secondly, all MJ was doing was further stoking Peter’s reluctance to follow through on the task. He was hoping one of the Maggia had already gotten a headstart and grew an extra pair of balls and brain cells to actually go up through the roof and get in early for the rest of his colleagues. But that, right there?

Way too hopeful.

Deep down in his subconscious, that nasty little earworm he’d done stopped trying to wiggle out was practically screaming in his ear screeching the obvious out in his head. Peter had a bad feeling about who was behind this….

….and he prayed for his sanity, and most MJ’s, that this wasn’t at all who he thought this was. The best chance at combatting that theory was checking the security booth.

And as he waltzed over to the said booth, one fact quickly came to light: it wouldn’t be easy to get into. The door was locked, meaning the room was secure.

But he’d need a palm print to get in. Getting the confirmation required to override the lock to get in meant scouring around for fingerprints and he was no Batman…..

….or was he?

Spider-Man: Off I go.

There was a painting room on the extreme right of the building. From the main door, he took the stairs; yes, really, on the sides of the front desk. Going up and then an extreme right, he reached a room with paintings.

There was a small table kept near on the wall with a walkie-talkie brimming the edge. Picking it up, Peter immediately rotates it around and finds another partial fingerprint from his HUD scanner: the thumb and one half of the index finger.

Luckily for him, he didn’t have to go far to continue.

Exiting the room and returning back to the center area, there laid a flashlight and a notepad on the floor towards the right. Odd, considering none of the guards was seemingly inside tonight. Made it embarrassing for anybody who thought it’d be a good idea to count sheep in here and get lazy.

The flashlight was his concern.

Another rotation later and on the button used to turn on the flashlight, he gets the second partial print: the rest of the index finger, and both middle fingers.

Then came the time for him to take the entrance in the front-left where he originally found the flashlight. Looking up for the MMoCA sign over the entrance, Peter quickly turned left and reached another room with more paintings.

On a small couch on the right wall, there lied a coffee cup near a clipboard with yellow paper clipped underneath. The cup was still warm. Luckily, a few widescreen zoom in’s with his eye lenses later and the final partial print was collected.

Spider-Man: Ok, got the prints. Now to for the booth.

The booth was far from the main course with this obstacle. But it gave him some luck in trying.

It had certainly been a while since he ran any circuit testing since Otto’s arrest. Nowhere near rusty since the man needed to keep himself updated on his material and such but the circuit minigame? It was welcome!

Placing his hand down upon the scanner, as expected, it shut him out since his fingerprints weren’t in the system. But even with a backend port found, that meant Peter could reconfigure the scanner so it could take his data.

He needed to get to a voltage of 5, and some of the circuits were already locked in - evidence of a break-in, indeed. Just not all of them. By highlighting the ones that don’t have the screws on the borders and removing them all, the friendly neighborhood wallcrawler got to work.

Since the two +3 voltage circuits couldn’t be manipulated, and he didn’t have a -1 voltage circuit, Peter ignored the upper path and instead charted a course down and to the right through the other empty voltage slots. He now had a +3, +4, and +5 circuit to choose from, as well as a -3 and -4 for the negative voltage slot in the middle.

He needed a target of 5, so he added +3 and +5, and then a -3 in the middle, and snaked a course along the bottom right, back left and through the negative circuit to the goal.

Spider-Man: Got it.

The handprint was analyzed and ported into the scanner, essentially deepfaking his fingerprints as someone else’s. But hey, it opened the door for him finally.

To which he discovered……an ordinary security booth with the missing guards found. Unconscious but alive. Red flags were quickly raised.

Zooming in on a closer look at the guards, he eventually found an answer regarding their sudden disappearance: both were tranquilized from the neck down.

Spider-Man: MJ, we’re in.

Nice! What do you see?

Spider-Man: Guards we’re dragged in here, tranquilized from the neck down. Still breathing, yet no signs of a struggle.

Definitely not Hammerhead’s M.O. So if not him…..who?

Peter felt cursed withholding the obvious from her……again. But hopefully, that threat would be neutralized soon.

Luckily for him, cameras were nearby.

Spider-Man: There’s a camera feed.

And said camera feed to his right consisted of a large flatscreen above three other computer monitors on a metal desk beside the cabinets. It only highlighted four displays of CCTV Network distribution sights of four separate places of the museum.

Well, make that three.

One of the feeds, Camera 5 had no input. Someone disconnected the feed.

Spider-Man: Someone disconnected Camera 5.

Well, isn’t that ominous.

Spider-Man: Hold on, I’m turning it back on.

Peter quickly scrambled to bring back the feed in a vain attempt to seize ahold of whatever who’s inside didn’t want anyone to see. All signs pointed to the painting Mj briefed him in on earlier. But if he kept his fingers crossed long enough, it probably wouldn’t be a big deal.

In both scenarios, they were both right.

The feed re-established, the camera picked a singular wide lens, semi-dutch angle at a contemporary painting, one whose grace and eloquence in its style, hue, tints, and setting echoed the brilliance of the Mona Lisa. All lights were on, no glass was broken, no marks were present anywhere.

It seemed the coast was clear.

Spider-Man: Camera was pointing at one of the paintings.

That’s gotta be the Maria.

Spider-Man: And nobody’s touched it yet. Looks like a pretty normal painting to me from the looks of it.

Because it is. Honestly, there’s way more valuable stuff in that museum. Why’s the Maggia got their trunks in a knot over this?

Sounds pretty open and shut, right? Who was in here wasn’t looking for the Maria specifically and something less…..obvious. But even then, that wouldn’t help matters since there were just as many more priceless, valuable items in that museum so…..

….not so lucky.

Undeterred by being interred, Peter decided to find out. A closer look was needed, see what was so special about this piece of modern pastoral and expressionism. Luckily, the painting was only a slight jog away in the center of the upper floor.

As expected, not much changed when he got there.

Even as a double security measure, he checked his HUD display for any thermal layering underneath the bulletproof glass protecting the painting.

No fingerprints.

Any luck?

Spider-Man: The security wall’s intact and bulletproof.

Solidifying his point, he simply taps on the glass twice before turning his back away from the painting.

Spider-Man: Don’t know if they were even after it here but they’re not getting near the Maria anytime soon.

So we find the intruder and mission accomplished, then?

Spider-Man: I hope—

He found himself cut off by falling concrete: a circular hole in the wall collapsing within the protective barrier keeping the Maria in safe havens. No sooner should he turn around, nothing but a swirl of dust coats itself around the fake trees and pours out from the rest of the wall.

A perfect circle in the wall.

And a perfect circle on the roof as well.

As if the day couldn’t get worse already, his fears were founded once the former Queenpin, Felicia Hardy aka the Black Cat [Samara Weaving] leaped through the hole and onto the branch of the fake tree.

The instant she lands, all fours on the artificial branch of that tree, her green eyes direct towards him. And then came…..that damn smile.

Felicia bit her lip, eyes nowhere else but on Peter. Then he moves closer towards the glass again, through no fault of his own, with those eyes that look so deeply into her own, "Hey, it's me." Her breathing becomes softer, the pensive look melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. Her body squirms just a little as her muscles relax.

There is something about that gaze of his she'll never find in another man as if in that moment their souls have made a bridge.

As for Peter, his heart sank. Not only was someone after the Maria, after all, but it was also another old flame from his past fishing for it too.

He’d really REALLY hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with her again after their last predicament…..and with MJ back in the fold, that was a powder keg just waiting to burst.

Spider-Man: MJ, someone’s coming. I’m gonna have to call you back.

Why? What’s going o—

He cuts her off before she could finish. She shouldn’t have to hear any of this.

Black Cat: Sexy exy. Looking good.....

Spider-Man: Oh god.

Black Cat: Love the new suit. Didn't you get the one I made for you?

Spider-Man: Only used the design for this.

Black Cat: Either way you look good.

She flips over landing on the ground

Black Cat: Been working out....Spider?

Spider-Man: No! I mean you know---a little. But it's not your business.

Black Cat: You mean....not anymore?

No words but her chuckles

Black Cat: So....you swinging solo again. Or back with that annoying red head ex of yours.

Spider-Man: Leave MJ out of this!

Black Cat: Whoa Pete honey watch the temper. I was only asking.

Spider-Man: Well you ask a lot.

Black Cat: I'm just curious.

Spider-Man: And I hear that's bad for cats. But my turn to ask questions: Why you really here? You with Maggia now or covering for Fisk again?

Black Cat: Neither. Just waiting for the right moment. Look behind you stud.

He did and saw two more mobsters with rocket launchers like before coming at him

Pete webs him in the face only to shoot the rocket up top blowing the hanging art off and falling on them then more of Hammerhead's goons came running in with more rocket launchers and fire arms

Pete fought them all off as Cat turned to the painting growing a sinister smirk

Spidey dodged every rocket fired at him and knocked them down as well as the fire armers and fought every single Maggia from top to bottom all over again

Soon as Felica took the painting off she watched her favorite man spider fought off all of the remaining Maggia

Soon they were all webbed up beaten down and the last ones retreated

Soon after Pete went back to the window seeing Felica carrying the painting he tapped at the glass and she turned to him with a smile

Black Cat: Love your new tricks.

Spider-Man: And I've had it with your old ones. Put it back now.

Black Cat: But I didn't hear you say "Please" like a gentleman.

Spider-Man: Ugh....please put it back? I can't believe you're still stealing art after you broke your promise you wouldn't anymore!

Black Cat: Who said I was after the art?

She busted it in half with her knee which was a shock to him

Spider-Man: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

She pulls out a drive from the top half forcing Pete's eye lens to widen

Black Cat: Think I'm the least of your worries right now. Don't you have lives to save?

Pete turned and the hanging statue was about to fall on the maggia trapped under the debree Spidey web zipped to them and webbed up the falling giant ball which nearly hit them but held tight

Pete looked back to the glass and the Cat.....already prowled off

Spider-Man: What the where'd she go?!

Incoming call from---

Spider-Man: Accept Karen.

Peter is everything ok? I was worried sick when you cut off!

Spider-Man: I'm sorry Mary Jane. I didn't mean to worry you I just---ran into....an old friend.

Who?

Peter happen to notice carved writing on the glass: "Missed you