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SPIDER-MAN: I would call this a nightmare,

but a bad dream is something you can wake up from.

An invasion of Venom-like symbiotes

-has infected New York City.

Guess who's the only hero left to stop them

from taking over the rest of the world?

Yep, overwhelmed and outnumbered... me.

Before I can focus on saving anyone else,

I've got to find Aunt May.

SPIDER-MAN: Mrs. Parker?

Your nephew sent me to find you!

May? Gone.

There's no sign of a struggle.

The Spider is so predictable.

SPIDER-MAN: Dr. Strange.

That name means nothing.

We are the Symbiote Supreme.

How did you find me here?

Tony Stark is one of us now.

He knows so much about you,

Peter Parker,

and about the ones you hold dear.

What have you done with Aunt May?

If you've hurt her...

We do not damage. We improve.

It is an honor to bond with us...

a way to be part of something more important

than petty humanity.

You'll never take me as a host.

We would never sully ourselves

by bonding with the likes of you.

You destroyed our brother Venom,

so we will utterly destroy you.

Aah!

I'm not letting you win.

Let us?

You deluded human.

You and your miserable species lost this war

the moment we arrived on your world.

Revenge is so satisfying.

SPIDER-MAN: Looks like someone's getting ahead of himself.

You haven't won yet!

You never had a chance, Spider...

What?

Down!

Yes, sir, stranger, sir!

No!

He's ours!

Run, kid!

Yeah. Already on it!

Get him!

SPIDER-MAN: Whoa! Bad aliens, good mechanics.

We need to stay down here, out of sight.

Lucky for you, no one knows the maze of tunnels

beneath New York better than I do.

They've been my base of operations for years.

And who exactly are you?

Name's Marc Spector.

Oh. Great to meet you.

- I'm... - I know.

Come on. Let's move.

Okay. So I guess manners aren't a priority.

Staying alive is a priority.

Okay. Your priorities are in order.

Where are we headed?

My safe house.

And then we'll work out a plan

to end this invasion once and for all.

Save the world?

Get this straight, kid. The world's beyond saving.

Hold on.

- You really believe that? - Not a belief.

A fact.

That's why I'm gonna lay low for a few years,

wait for the aliens to finish with Earth,

and move on to the next planet.

And if they don't leave?

Then I live out my days safely underground.

There are worse fates.

If you're just hiding down here, why'd you help me?

Because I need something from you.

Oh. I thought maybe...

That I'm some kind of hero?

Gee, kid, sorry to disappoint you.

What do I have that you could possibly need?

I've got to have enough supplies to last me years, maybe decades.

The best way to do that

is by raiding a secure Stark Industries warehouse.

So I'm gonna need your Avengers encryption code.

Well, I'm actually not a "real" Avenger.

Though apparently, there was an internship program.

I never put together my superhero resume.

And if I...

Do you have the code or not?

Maybe.

But I'm not using it to steal from Tony Stark.

Stark doesn't exist anymore.

Whoa.

Love what you've done with the place.

Cheery.

My phone?

The lines have been jammed since the invasion started.

Max? You okay?

Can you hear me? Spider-Man...

At my house... Need your help...

Solution to this mess.

Max? Max?

There was a symbiote with him.

Which means your friend's a host by now.

Or maybe he knows a way to stop all this.

Look, let's make a deal, Mr. Spector.

Guide me through this maze under the city

you know so well, get me to my friend Max,

and I'll give you that Avengers encryption code.

Clever, kid. As long as I get the code.

But if we're gonna do this, then you'd better stock up.

Weapons. Not exactly my thing.

That costume...

it's Moon Knight's.

I've heard all about him.

Supernatural strength and endurance.

He got his powers on an ancient Egyptian dig... Aah!

This is a Halloween costume, kid.

Moon Knight's not real. He's a myth, a lie.

Does this look like a lie? Same costume.

Same crescent moon dart things.

You're Moon Knight.

Or I could be wrong.

One more word about Moon Knight,

and our deal is off. Understood?

You know, I feel like living in sewer-adjacent housing

hasn't done wonders for your personality.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Now come on. Max needs me.

The sooner we can get this solution Max was talking about,

the sooner we can save the city and find my aunt.

Why are you wasting your time betting on long shots, kid?

This isn't your responsibility.

If I can make a difference, it is.

My uncle used to say that with great power

comes great responsibility.

Yeah, well, your uncle was a fool.

Hey! He was a great man.

Wait, hold it. Listen.

Oh! Whew.

Just rats.

SPIDER-MAN: Why couldn't it have been just rats?

- Oh, that thing licked me! - Get clear!

That's not gonna hold them.

Move!

If symbiotes are on rats, they could be on anything.

Other animals, insects...

Yeah, hadn't figured that one out on my own.

So glad we're together.

Kind of hard to convince me Moon Knight's not real

when you're carrying that Egyptian doohickey.

It's called an Ankh,

and maybe the Moon Knight did exist,

but he doesn't anymore.

Then why keep the costume and the weapons?

Who discards weapons?

You elevate stupid questions to an art form.

Let's do this quickly.

- Hostile target! - Not hostile.

Not hostile!

Max!

Spider-Man, I'm so glad to see they haven't gotten you.

I wasn't sure you could hear me,

and I didn't know who else could help me with the subject.

- The subject? - You'll understand when I show you

what's in my basement lab.

Make it quick.

Who's this guy?

Moon Knig... Marc Spector.

You'll have to get used to his sunny disposition.

What is that?

Ha! Groot!

You know that thing?

SPIDER-MAN: He's my friend. Hilarious, actually.

Tons of fun.

Uh, usually. Anyway, he's an alien.

A different kind of alien?

Did I miss another invasion?

You missed a lot, sewer guy.

Is Groot who I heard over the phone?

He's inordinately fond of ice cream, it seems,

so I used some as bait.

- I've been studying him. - What for?

Because that small creature represents our last, best hope.

This guy's as delusional as you.

Something in Groot's DNA

processes the symbiotic infection

at a different rate than other species... more slowly.

Take a look.

Groot possesses native antibodies

that are resisting the contagion.

I guess his tree-alien biology

is giving him an advantage somehow.

Clearly not enough to stop it,

but if we can isolate those antibodies,

enhance them...

We might be able to process a kind of anti-venom,

cure the infection, beat the invasion!

If we can get to the Space Administration's main lab.

They've developed specialized equipment there

while working with the original Venom.

We'll get you there, Max.

- There's no "we" here, kid. - The cure...

Take a look at that world out there.

Even if you create a cure,

how are you gonna get it to all those people?

You think you're gonna beat that insanity?

Grow up, will you?

This hope you two idiots are looking for

doesn't exist.

Look, Spector, it's too risky for us to travel aboveground.

You're the only one who can guide us through those tunnels.

We had a deal. I take you to your friend,

you give me the Avengers encryption code.

I held up my end of the bargain.

How about you?

Moon Knight would never give up.

Not when there was even a shred of hope he could win the fight.

- You don't know me! - Ah!

Why, you...

You... You're...

You're right, Marc.

I don't know you.

So why don't you tell me what made you take off the costume?

Look...

Moon Knight failed to protect someone

incredibly important to him...

family, his only family.

And that failure broke him,

taught him a hard lesson...

there's no saving anybody but yourself.

Heroism and ideals are for fools.

All we can do is survive.

You think you're the only person

who's ever failed someone?

My uncle, the one I told you about, he died because of me.

But I didn't quit.

I used his memory as a guide.

Save it for your memoir. Give me the code!

Hey, Spector.

If you ever run into Moon Knight out there,

tell him we need him.

Now what?

We could try going beneath the city

to get to the Space Administration,

but we could be wandering in those tunnels for days.

That's time we don't have.

So I guess we take our chances outside.

Kind of cute, isn't he? Even like this.

Ah! Yikes!

Ah! Looks like his bite is worse than his bark.

A couple trips, and I should have all the supplies I'll need to...

Well played, aliens.

I am not in the mood for this right now.

Once you are absorbed,

you will leave the pathetic limitations

of humanity

far behind.

Not today, slimy.

Keep moving. Another symbiote patrol was spotted headed this way.

My supplies!

We've got to go.

Are you people crazy?

Why are you risking your lives for a stranger?

Wouldn't you do the same?

I've been searching for my nephew.

He's an advanced science student,

the one who gave me this weapon, and he's missing.

And them?

We found each other,

and realized the only way we'll survive is to stay together.

Chances are this nephew of yours

has already been taken over.

I'm not giving up hope.

That's a weakness.

No, it's our greatest strength.

And even if...

I never find Peter,

I have this.

This weapon has tremendous power.

And as my husband used to say,

"With great power comes great responsibility."

What did you just say?

My Ben... he liked to give advice.

He knew that if you have the ability to help others,

- you have to use it. - Yeah.

I've heard that before.

Ben's gone now, taken from us.

There was a time when that made me want to pull away from the world,

but I know he wouldn't have wanted that.

He'd want me to be strong.

Now...

do you want to be strong, too?

The Space Administration's close.

Oh, no.

I've been locked up in my lab for so long,

I didn't realize what the city had become.

All of this is because of me.

Because of my Venom experiments.

It's not your fault.

There's no way you could've known, Max.

Come on. We can still change all this.

No!

Without the equipment,

there's no way to process an anti-venom.

Maybe we can salvage some of this.

Uh...

Or not.

There you are, Venom-slayer.

SPIDER-MAN: Oh, great. Aven-oms assemble.

Huh?

How'd you find us?

My host's enchantments have tracked you.

Magic is new to my kind.

We travel worlds.

We combine with hosts,

borrow skills.

But I like these powers best.

Yeah, well, so does the hero they actually belong to.

We are symbiotes.

This is our nature.

You cannot blame us,

but we can blame you

for destroying Venom...

our brood-kin,

our hunt-brother,

our family!

Ah...

Stay here, Max.

What are you doing here?

Someone told me you were just a myth.

I could leave.

No, no! I love myths!

They're regrouping.

It's gonna take more than us to hold them off.

Then it's a good thing I didn't come alone.

SPIDER-MAN: She's alive.

That sonic weapon!

I recognize those components.

That's Space Administration tech...

the same tech we were hoping to find here in the lab.

We could use it on Groot.

Enhance his natural antibodies.

And come up with a cure. But will it work?

You won't know till you try.

The rest of us will hold off the symbiotes.

- But they need the sonic gun to... - You need it more.

Fire it, Max!

I am Anti-Venom!

Seed pods? Of course!

Groot's plant-based nature is manifesting the anti-venom that way!

Without you two, this world would be lost.

We didn't do it alone.

Many brave New Yorkers

put themselves on the line today.

I am Anti-Venom?

Don't worry. We'll get you home so you can cure

Star-Lord and the other Guardians.

Then we'll get this anti-venom off of you.

I am Anti-Venom!

Hey, web-head. Sorry if I hurt you.

Let's hang out sometime and grab a muffin.

SPIDER-MAN: Definitely.

We'll hold you to that, Spidey.

- Friends of yours? - I guess they are.

SPIDER-MAN: Max?

I've got to be going now.

Have to make sure my nephew's all right.

Let me go with you. Keep you safe.

No need. My friends here have promised to see to that.

But you...

Did you see the way she fought those things?

- She'll be fine. - Yeah.

So I thought heroism and ideals were for fools?

Then I guess I'm a bigger fool than I ever realized.

You asked me earlier

why I held on to the costume and the weapons.

And you didn't really answer.

Because I didn't really know.

But I guess there was still

a tiny ember of hope burning in here.

And it took you and your aunt to turn it into a fire.

My aunt? I don't know what...

Okay. Yeah.

My Aunt May's something, isn't she?

So is her nephew.

With great power comes great responsibility.

Ben Parker really was a wise man.

If you could lose someone like that and keep fighting,

then so can I.

Aunt May? I'm home.

Peter?

Oh, Peter, you're all right.

Was there any doubt?

It was only an alien invasion.

Yeah, well...

I can't say you didn't warn me.

So I don't know about you, but I'm starving.

Let me tell you about the night I had.

Can you imagine me fighting aliens?

- You'd never believe it. - Try me.

Well, there were these goopy symbiote pigeons...

I mean, pigeons!

And then we teamed up with that hero, Moon Knight.

Oh, he's great. And Spider-Man was there, too.

Spider-Man? Really?

Yes, but maybe I should start at the beginning.