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That's right.

Spider-Man is none other than Peter Parker,

Max Modell's lab assistant.

What? What are you talking about, Connors?

That's... that's crazy.

Is it? Then prove me wrong.

Is he telling the truth, Spider-Man?

If you really want to protect Mr. Modell,

I suggest you be completely honest with us.

Yes. I am Peter Parker.

- What? - Parker?

Uh...

Wow! Who knew?

The fact that I'm Max's lab assistant doesn't change anything.

It only means I've seen firsthand

what a difference he's made at Horizon,

and how vital he is to this school.

Did you know about this, Modell?

About Parker being Spider-Man?

I... I did.

What this tells us is that Max Modell not only risks his own life,

but also lets his students risk theirs,

making him completely unfit to lead this school.

Max has nothing to do with me being Spider-Man!

He knew the truth.

Yet continued to let you put yourself

and this school in danger.

Why, your very presence here invited attacks from criminals!

Pending the outcome of this hearing,

I'll inform the police of the findings,

and make certain you're charged

as an accomplice in Modell's actions, Mr. Parker.

We've made a determination.

Mr. Parker,

we can no longer consider Spider-Man's testimony,

knowing that he... you assisted in the Venom experiments.

Max Modell, we have no choice but to immediately remove you

as principal of Horizon High.

Dr. Connors, your attention in this matter

demonstrates your commitment to this school.

The board would appreciate you working as interim principal

until the end of term.

So much for Spider-Man, star witness.

- This is all my fault. - I can't believe you didn't

trust us with your identity.

After everything we've been through, Peter,

masks on and off.

There are other things to worry about now.

I don't know how Connors figured it out,

but strangers know who Peter is.

Dude, your secret could get out.

You can't go, Max, the school needs you!

I'll find a way to make this right.

No, it's over. I'm done.

Maybe this is for the best.

Things couldn't be worse.

Hey, guys!

Remember how you had me monitoring that kid

who was recovering from rhino mutation?

Yeah, is he okay?

He's made a remarkable recovery!

Grady! Get down!

Ms. Stacy. Wow, I owe you my life.

I'd settle for a smoothie.

Hmm?

- Grady, what just happened? - Huh?

Yeah, I was monitoring his vitals

when he suddenly woke up and said,

"Oh, dear, I appear to be incapacitated.

"May I inquire as to our current location?"

There's no way he talked like that.

Uh... it may have been more like,

"Yo, dude, check me out, brah.

"What's the dealio? Where we at?"

That doesn't sound right either.

Move past it, Miles!

Just let him tell us what happened.

Ow! Dude, brah,

I'm gonna wig out as some gnarly monster dude.

Please don't. That's ill-advised.

"Roar. Roar, roar. Roar."

Then I ran to you.

Then Gwen saved my life most bravely.

Then you asked what happened.

- Then... - Yeah, we got it from there.

We need to get out there and stop...

Find someone to stop Rhino.

If only we knew how to get in touch with Spider-Man.

GHOST-SPIDER: I'm surprised Grady didn't already know

you were Spider-Man.

SPIDER-GIRL: Seriously. SPIDER-MAN: Uh...

You've been friends with him for, like, two months.

Hey! I bet the new Rhino's heading back to that lab

I found Swarm using.

Let's go. Hopefully we can get answers about where Aleksei is.

- Spider-Man? - Oh, uh... Hi, Officer.

I guess you got my call earlier.

So you've cordoned off Swarm's lab as a crime scene?

Not exactly.

There was nothing here.

Sorry, but I think you've got the wrong place.

So, this lab thing? Another lie?

Hostility noted.

But this is definitely the place.

Swarm must have gotten busy as a bee, cleaning it all up,

then buzzed off.

GHOST-SPIDER: Ugh, jokes like that...

how did we not know you're Peter Parker?

SPIDER-MAN: Wait, wait. There.

It's one of his... bee parts.

We need to take a closer look.

Let's get this thing under a microscope.

My house is close.

Spider-Man's house or Peter Parker's?

Or maybe we should just split up for a bit.

Spidey, you check out the bee. We'll patrol for Rhino.

GHOST-SPIDER: Good idea.

Don't worry.

They just need time to cool off.

I'll talk to them.

Whoa! Nice save.

Uh, MJ, hi.

Uh...

Oh! Uh...

Okay.

Catching you can do, passing not so much.

Up for some hoops?

Well, sportsball seems fun,

but I kinda got a thing and... stuff.

I think you're just worried I'll beat you at "sportsball."

Unless something else is on your mind.

It's complicated.

Two of my best friends are mad at me

because I was keeping a secret from them.

I thought I was doing the right thing.

- Did you tell them that? - Yes!

Or, well... not in so many words, you know.

My advice?

Don't let things like that just sit.

Take a leap. Go talk to them.

Out loud. In person.

With words.

- You think so? - They're your friends, right?

Don't make this harder than it is.

Thanks, MJ.

Uh, how about we launch rings next time?

It's "shooting hoops."

And, yeah. Next time, Tiger.

Searching for Rhinos in Manhattan

is harder than you'd think.

I thought I spotted him, but it was a horse.

I've modified my scanners, but I'm not getting anything.

Huh?

Oh, look who wants to talk.

Sorry, can't do right now, Parker.

Ease up on him. He was just trying to protect the people in his life.

GHOST-SPIDER: Wait.

Rhino must have come into range, come on.

Look, Pete's the smartest guy I know.

Well, second smartest after me, obvs.

But there's no rulebook for being a superhero.

Just like us, he's doing his best to figure out this spider stuff.

Sometimes that leads to mistakes.

Mistakes like walking blindly into a dangerous situation?

- GHOST-SPIDER: Three Rhinos? - It's like a jackpot...

of pain!

Let's see.

Ugh. Something has to be different about this bee.

I'm just not finding it.

- Go for Gwen at the beep. - Gwen, it's Peter.

I tried Anya already, I need to speak with you.

Please call.

You've reached the lab of Miles Morales.

I'm his assistant. Please leave a message...

You don't have an assistant!

Gwen, you're ruining my voicemail!

Miles! None of you are picking up.

I guess Anya and Gwen are still pretty mad, huh?

Okay, just let me know if you found anything.

I need a fresh perspective on this bee analysis.

Well, I think I know just the guy.

Hi, Max.

I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd, uh...

Okay, I wasn't in the neighborhood, but...

Now is not a good time, Peter.

In fact, it's in everyone's best interest if I put some distance

between myself and students from Horizon.

Not true, Max. We need you more than ever.

There's a new Rhino somewhere who must have been exposed

to the same Rhino serum, serum you've studied.

Plus, Aleksei is still missing,

and the key to all this stuff is probably hidden inside this bee.

I need your help.

No.

No?

Like I told you at the school, I'm done.

Every time I think I'm helping,

I only end up hurting.

Good night, Peter.

So, he's thinking it over.

Ugh, no messages, no missed calls. Ugh.

Maybe they found something and are too busy to call back.

Guess there's only one other person I can turn to for help.

Thanks for the lab assist, Grady.

Of course.

Uh, sorry about Max, by the way.

It's terrible, him being fired.

What happened in that school board hearing?

Everyone is hush-hush about it.

It, uh, didn't go so well.

Look, we need to focus.

- Ahh! - Bee!

I'm terrified of bees!

Their stingers and their legs,

and their making of those hideous noises.

I told my grandma just because their spit is sweet

doesn't mean I want any in my tea.

Uh, okay.

I'll be the one to touch it.

I just need to pick your brain.

Ugh, some insects just freak me out.

I'm not a fan of spiders, either.

There still doesn't seem to be anything unique about this bee.

There's always tomorrow, Peter.

Whatever assignment this is, science takes patience.

It's not an assignment.

This is connected to the Rhino.

I was hoping it'd lead to finding him.

Oh! I thought the objective was examining the bee itself.

If our parameters are wider than that, we have other data.

- What other data? - For starters,

you'd assume that's pollen

on the horrible little creature's legs,

but it's actually microfibers

of a substance commonly used in shipbuilding.

What? I happen to know a lot about shipbuilding.

I like sailing.

Well, I like the idea of sailing.

Wait, so, microfibers like you'd find at a shipyard?

Great job!

Grady, I don't know how to thank you!

You can start by never bringing another bee

into the lab.

Stupid bees. I wish I could ruin your picnics.

Nothing.

And still no word from the others.

Ahh! Ah!

Uh, hey, everyone. I was looking for you.

- Great. - SPIDER-GIRL: Not great.

What with the giant cage and all.

Wait. Three Rhinos now?

Why not?

They go nicely with the three spider monsters over there.

(OVER PA) Good evening, viewers at home.

It is time for tonight's main event!

Let's have a warm welcome for Spider-Man and his team!

As they try to survive

the Underground Monster League!

Quit hogging the popcorn, Dad!

Now, I must thank Spider-Man.

Because of him, we have a record amount of viewers

for tonight's match.

It would seem the entire criminal underworld

has paid top dollar to watch tonight's bout.

And I can't wait to see which of my monsters squashes you.

Why is the bee dude calling me out?

He must think I'm the leader. Yeah. Yeah, I get that.

Remote audience, start your wagers!

How long will it take for my monsters to destroy them?

Let's add some weapons to make this gladiator fight

even more interesting!

Spiders versus spiders. Time for battle!

We haven't even read the Monster League rulebook yet!

What do we get if we win?

I think we get to live.

Monster League presents

the ultimate spider smackdown!

Sir, I recommend you log on

to the Underground Monster League server.

No! That underling.

Spider-Man is mine.

He could ruin my entire plan.

We can't hurt them!

I know! They're too powerful!

No! I mean they're innocent victims,

mind-controlled to fight us like the Rhino.

Innocent?

Ahh!

Hey, these monsters are playing dirty.

I love it!

Oh, so much luck!

They've survived longer than expected.

But can that spider stamina last?

Listen, I know this is a weird time to talk,

but I want you both to know I'm really sorry!

But we might not even be in this stupid arena

if I just communicated better with both of you

and we stuck together as a team.

GHOST-SPIDER: Is he really choosing now to apologize?

SPIDER-GIRL: He's never had great social timing.

GHOST-SPIDER: Look, we're sorry, too.

I just thought we were closer friends.

We are. And I don't have a lot of close friends.

At first, I thought I was just trying to protect you.

Once you got your powers,

I really should have let you know, so I'm sorry.

SPIDER-GIRL: Well, guess what?

We wanna protect you, too.

Great! Friendship saved,

now save me!

SPIDER-MAN: Let's make this one on one, guys,

stay focused and bring them down.

What garbage is this?

Those hero mooks are winning?

Totally unrealistic!

Don't worry, vile viewers.

You spent top dollar to see Spider-Man wiped out,

and Monster League will deliver.

Hey! No fair!

Sure, it's gladiator combat run by a super villain,

but still! No fair!

Oh! Oh!

Huh? I know how Swarm's doing it.

No! Uh!

He's controlling them with bees,

stuck on the back of their necks.

Hypnobees?

- Sure, why not? - Of course!

This is all about communication.

SPIDER-GIRL: Yes, we get it.

We'll all work at communicating better.

SPIDER-MAN: No, the bees.

For individual drone bees to operate as one collective being.

Ha! Bee-ing. Ha!

Wait, stop it.

The bees have to be coordinated, communicating.

And that can be disrupted.

Ghost, let's cut this signal off at the source.

We're canceling this show, Swarm.

Get back in there!

Don't disappoint your public.

Worked great. Got another plan?

Actually, yes, I do. You and Miles defend.

Spider-Girl, let's use these energy weapons

to build a surprise for Swarm.

You got a plan? Great. But do it fast.

Ha! Whatever you're doing, I'm sure it's cheating.

I can cheat too. Bonus round!

Increase your payment, and you can watch

Spider-Man destroyed by his own friends!

Dad! Send them more money!

Ah! Oh.

Ahh!

Here, this should...

Guys?

Is this because of the timing of my apology?

Thanks for the most viewers

in Underground Monster League history, Spider-Man.

Too bad you won't be around to see me enjoy my profits.

I've got an ending of my own in mind.

Ha! Your webs? Useless.

Actually, with this little device we cooked up,

each one of those useless web balls

has been transformed into a tiny sonic transmitter.

Try holding yourself together now, Swarm.

No! No...

Guys!

I once heard Grady rant for, like, 20 minutes

about how much he hates bees, and I thought "weird."

But now? Not so weird. I get it.

We'd better get the Monster League back in their cages while they're still out.

Last thing we need is a stampede before we can get them cured.

We won?

I'm totally getting an endorsement deal out of this.

So Aleksei was one of those Rhinos in the cage.

- How's he doing? - Good.

The individualized cures we developed are changing

all of Swarm's victims back to normal.

We were just going through the samples of altered DNA from the Monster League.

Care to guess the one thing they all have in common?

They're all derived from Jackal's work.

I hope my uncle's not at it again.

Don't worry, Gwen.

If Jackal's out there still, we'll find him.

And stop him. Together.

And now that we're not in an arena facing certain doom,

I just wanted to apologize to all of you again.

Peter, we've forgiven Spider-Man,

which means we've also forgiven you.

Mr. Parker, may I speak with you?

Peter, I wanted to inform you that the proceedings

of the school board hearing

have been sealed, and no one will legally be allowed

to reveal your other identity.

However, we do not want to see Spider-Man here again.

His presence is too dangerous.

So I'm warning you, only once,

Spider-Man is not to be on school grounds, period.

Understood. And, uh... thanks.

Hi, MJ, can I shoot some hoops?

Hey, you said that right.

So, did things work out with your buddies?

Thanks to you they did. I appreciate the advice.

That's what friends are for.

Parker lines up the shot.

Only three quarters left until home run!

Hmm.

Good thing science is your thing, Peter,

'cause I don't see a basketball scholarship in your future.