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Previously on Spider-Man.

Shoot now.

Shoot, then set us free.

Shoot.

Shoot.

Your mind is ours.

Join us.

What's your greatest fear?

Craven, remember what I said.

There are other ways to get revenge on Spider-Man.

Looking for someone?

Look out, move, move, whoa!

What?

Oh my God.

Hey, let go of me, you pig!

No!

Not very satisfying, is it?

She's dead and Craven just running off.

Wouldn't that anger you feel be better channeled into revenge?

If I had the chance,

I would kill him with my bare hands.

Revenge.

Good, he's ready.

He believes it all.

It is time to rise and seek revenge.

Go to Craven, avenge MJ's death.

Spider-Man must think she's dead.

And if that means having to really kill you, no problem.

I'm meeting with some high-level people.

Anyone tries to crash the party, shoot them.

Show yourself, coward!

My old friend, the amazing Spider-Man.

What a nice surprise.

I'm gonna rip you apart, Craven.

Craven's right where we said he'd be.

The fool should've stayed in his gulag.

What troubles you, brother?

Spider-Man isn't reliable.

He will be.

The same hate we feel for Craven

now burns in Spider-Man's blood.

When I think of what Craven did to our parents,

hunted them down like cattle

so the KGB could continue their faunted experiments.

Those experiments killed Mama and Papa,

but they also created us, these powers we have.

And now Craven will pay.

By the hands of another.

Craven's senses are too keen.

We'd never have gotten close enough to use our powers.

Or shall I remind you of the last time

you used your tiny little hands to fight?

You promised.

As did you.

Your bonds were just for show.

You're not going anywhere, are you?

You see, our power is undeniable.

Spider-Man will succeed.

Been quite a while since we tangled Spider-Man.

Yeah, like six hours.

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm not going back to the gulag.

Don't worry, I've got other plans.

You've changed, Spider-Man.

More ruthless.

No stupid comebacks or witty repartee?

What happened to the wimpy Spider-Man I loathe?

Goodbye, Craven.

This is for you, MJ.

What?

Been quite a while since we tangled Spider-Man.

What's going on?

When was the last time we met face-to-face, Cravenoff?

Go to hell.

Right before you sent me away, ages ago.

Ages ago?

What?

Don't take too much credit, Spider-Man.

We don't need vigilantes in this city.

This all seems like a deja vu.

You got something to say, wise guy?

Hey, if you could hold off on the Spidey-bashing

for a second.

When was the last time Craven was spotted in New York?

It's burned into my brain.

You two chumps trashed Midtown way back when.

How about Teradex?

Been in jail since you put him there six months ago.

And Silver Sable?

You saw her take a permanent swim in a river.

What's with the dumb questions?

Nothing.

Thanks, Officer Barr.

You've been a big help.

Damn.

Francesca, Francesca, Francesca.

I hope you don't think I've been ignoring you.

You know, after finals, I was thinking about

strong-arming the Oscorp jet,

checking out Barbados.

Interested?

Hmm.

Hmm.

That's what I thought.

Harry, hey, Pete.

Didn't care of some business here.

Do you know where MJ is?

Uh, we were supposed to hit a movie,

but she left me a note saying she was with you.

Now, don't be a good roomie in Hostelikister, Porfavor.

No cast on either arm.

Pete, lay off the books

and give that big brand of yours a rest, okay?

You know, once in a while you gotta loosen up

and live in the real world.

Exactly what I'm trying to do.

Kate, when you come over and use me like this, Peter,

what do you think I am, a piece of meat?

I promise this'll be the last time.

I'm looking for a warehouse.

A warehouse?

Yeah, I was strolling by this building

that I wanted to take some photos of,

but we're sort of daydreaming and now I can't find it.

You've got a lot on your mind, Space Case.

True.

So this database has every location

in town logged into its system?

Yup, anywhere in Manhattan,

E1 has to go on breaking news.

We know who owns the building

and how to sneak in the back door.

Hmm, I remember smelling the ocean.

Okay, something near the waterfront.

A church.

Can you make up your mind?

I thought it was a warehouse.

Right, next to a church.

A warehouse at the waterfront next to a church.

You remembered all this while you were daydreaming.

Just try running that search.

One hit.

That guy, I've met him before.

Frank Elson, he's the landlord.

Interesting, he owns half the warehouse base in Manhattan.

That's the place.

Not so fast, Peter Parker.

You take pictures of Spider-Man, not buildings.

You're onto a big story, aren't you?

Okay, look, MJ might be in trouble.

I have to find her.

Whoa, why didn't you say so?

Sorry, I can't talk.

Sources have confirmed police

have Sergei Kravnoff in custody.

Kravnoff, also known as criminal mastermind Kraven the Hunter,

was captured by Spider-Man after an altercation

at the Stark Industries power plant facility.

Ah, Spider-Man did not kill Kraven.

We have failed mother and father.

He could not have broken our mental programming.

But he did, and now he might be onto us.

No, he was under our control the whole time he was here.

Whatever, your brilliant plan failed.

Quit throwing tantrums and think clearly for a change.

Spider-Man won't let anything happen to her.

The plan can still work.

Hello?

Spider-Man, you poor thing.

I heard you had a bad dream.

Or should I call you Peter?

The Gaines family psychic hotline.

Here's a prediction.

You're going back to prison very soon.

Really, maybe you want to explain that

to your little red-haired girly friend.

If you lay one hand on her.

You know what we can do,

and it doesn't involve our hands.

MJ, leave her out of this.

Shut up and listen.

You're going to finish what you started.

Kill Kraven the Hunter.

Not a chance.

You want your worst nightmare to come true?

Thinking about what it feels like,

those thoughts we put in your head can seem so real.

We can make them real.

Let me ask you one thing.

Thanks for the ride, Bill.

In case you're wondering,

I'm trying to beat Peter Parker to his mystery warehouse.

Huh, steal a scoop out from under this news hound?

No way.

Whatever.

No, not whatever.

This scoop could be a big step for you too, Bill.

I might make you my sidekick when I get my own.

Wait a sec.

What does Peter Parker take the most pictures of?

Uh.

Exactly, Spider-Man. Follow him.

It doesn't matter how you do it, Spider-Man.

I just want him dead.

Come on, give me a hint.

You're evil.

Tear off his head and bring it to me.

Mm, messy.

I'll have to find a box to put it in.

Does this guy ever shut up?

Kraven better be dead when I call back in half an hour

or pretty little MJ dies.

Goodbye.

Wait, there's one more thing.

He's here.

Ah.

Finish him.

Keep the engine running.

If I'm not back in five minutes, you can go.

Comprende?

Okay.

Spider-Man, thank God you're here.

Those two are crazy.

Yeah, but I'm the reason.

They're always in trouble.

Mm-hmm.

I'm going after the Wonder Twins.

You okay to get out of here?

Stick to your brain.

You're useless with a gun.

That's not a suggestion.

No, I can fight it.

Look over the side, hero.

We have a surprise for you.

No.

Indie.

Indie, no.

What have I done?

Hold on, Indie.

Please, hold on.

Are you sure?

Have they run every single test?

That's what they said.

She might never regain consciousness.

How did this happen?

I'll tell you how.

Your pal Spider-Man pushed her.

A dozen eyewitnesses watching from a nearby building

saw the whole thing.

I'm sorry.

And now our guest commentator,

editor of the Daily Bugle, J. Jonah Jameson.

Thank you.

It's unusual for me to voice protest

via the airwaves of a competitor,

but this particular protest amends it.

You've heard me say it before,

and now we have proof.

Spider-Man is no hero.

He's a law breaker, a scourge,

a web-slinging troublemaker.

And now add to that list attempted murderer.

It's time for this creep to go help some other city.

Eat my lips, Spider-Man.

Do New York a favor and don't do us any more favors.

Hey, men, you should either leave town

or hang up as webs for good.

I agree.

But not quite yet.

Tell me where they are.

Tell me.

Parker's nosy news pal is flatlining

and the whole city hates Spider-Man.

You're a genius, Roxanne.

I told you all along,

Spider-Man would be discredited,

leaving control of the Manhattan crime scene

ripe for picking.

Of course, there's still the matter of craving.

Yes, but we must savor each victory as it comes.

Maman Papa would want that.

Roland.

You're not powerful enough without your sister around.

We'll see.

I am more powerful than my brother.

Really?

Try using your brain to block this.

Please don't hurt me, Spider-Man.

Indeed.

I beg you, haven't you done enough?

Hello?

Come in.

Sorry to barge in.

You didn't answer your cell and you weren't in class.

I was worried.

I'm so sorry about Indy.

I just wanted to make sure you're all right.

Thanks.

Peter, I know how much Indy means to you.

It's a bit more complicated than that, Mary Jane.

I understand.

I used to believe in Spider-Man too.

He let us all down.

Yeah, he did.

But you were the one who made me feel like I was more

than I ever thought I could be.

MJ, I just can't do this.

I'm sorry I bothered you.

It's been three days since New York City went into shock

after an innocent woman was thrown off a building

by the often controversial and now infamous Spider-Man.

No one has seen him since.

Is he gone for good?

Has he heeded the cry for him to leave this city?

Only time will tell, but one thing is certain,

the people of New York overwhelmingly feel

they will be better off without him.

They're right, of course.

Too bad no one told me that being a superhero

is an impossible game to win,

or that the ones closest to me would always suffer the most.

Some who hold a grudge against me,

and some who tried to give me so much,

only to lose everything.

I don't want to cause any more pain here.

I can't live with that burden any longer.

So it's time for me to say goodbye, Spider-Man.