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And this could prove to be one of the most dramatic developments

in the history of medical technology.

The Hardy Foundation is now pleased to present

Dr. Michael Pingree and his argon matrix laser.

The argon matrix laser works on a sub-molecular level.

Which allows us to control the type of atomic nuclei the laser will affect.

In this case, I have designated that the laser cut only inorganic matter

the metal, leaving the organic matter, the pumpkin, untouched.

This laser could save millions of lives,

by targeting certain types of tumors and tissues.

The laser can be programmed with pinpoint accuracy.

Fools! You are applauding the wrong person.

I have a feeling this isn't going to be termites.

- Doc Oct? - Not him again.

Got to get out of here.

Not you, Parker. You stay and get pictures.

I'm staying alright, but I might be too busy to take pictures.

I can't let you and Mrs. Hardy take all the credit for my invention.

We both worked on it, Otto.

Pingree, you are merely my assistant.

And as for Mrs Hardy,

she owes me a debt that I've come to collect.

Sorry, Oct. This time your reach exceeds your grasp.

This laser will heal one problem I had for much too long.

The scourge of Spider-Man.

No!

Huh! Well, what do you know.

I forgot that it was set so it wouldn't cut organic matter.

Too bad Doc Oct tentacles are inorganic.

Out of my way!

- Spider-Man! - Are you alright?

Yes, but he... he's out of his mind.

Oct, you really made me mad.

You're not getting away, not this time.

That's the Medical Lab.

If they damage any of the research material in there,

it will take years to replace!

Why couldn't Spider-Man just let Octavius escape?

Because Spider-Man's a glory hog

who never thinks of the consequences of what he's doing.

No! It going to explode.

Great. Now I have to save this clown and myself.

- Freeze creep! - Hold it right there, Spider-Man.

Sorry gentlemen, but even with my present handicap,

I have all the hands I need.

What have I done?

How can I have been so irresponsible?

I let my temper get the best of me.

SPIDER-MAN TRASHES MED-LAB - I didn't consider the risk.

This town is finally going to see

that wall-crawling slime bucket for what he really is.

A menace!

He's wrecked everything from sewers to subways

and now a medical facility.

But Jonah, he was only trying to catch Doc Oct.

And who hired him to do that Robbie?

You, me, anyone?

It's the job of the police.

I'm going to use all my resources to ruin Spider-Man for this.

How does this always happen?

I mean well but in the process, I mess up everything.

The world needs Spider-Man about as much as I need him.

I'm through. I quit.

- Peter. Peter. - Huh?

Will you be seeing Spider-Man soon?

I don't think so, Mr. Robertson.

If I were Spider-Man, I wouldn't show my face in this town again.

Well if you do see him, give him this fan letter.

Some little girl's parents sent it to the paper.

I figured he can use all the support he can find about now.

"Dear Mr. Robertson"

"your newspaper always prints those wonderful pictures of Spider-Man."

"Would you please ask him to come and visit our little daughter?"

"She's his biggest fan in all the world"

"and we would love for her to meet... yeah yeah".

I don't need fan mail at a time like this.

At last. This is it!

My life as Spider-Man is over.

All I need is a superhero retirement pension,

and everything would be perfect.

- My dear boy. - What?

Who ever said that everything's supposed to be perfect?

- Who said that? - I did.

Who's there? Who are you?

Isn't the real question, "who you are"?

What's this? Some phoney fortune teller?

Phoney? Moi? Ha!

You are the phoney.

How did you know what I was thinking?

I know much more than your trivial thoughts, Spider-Man.

I'm not Spider-Man.

You are a terrible liar.

Please don't waste my time.

- What? - I am not your enemy, Peter Parker.

You are.

Isn't it strange that with all the power you have

you've hurt so many of those close to you?

Your Uncle Ben, Felicia Hardy, Mary Jane.

How did you know about them?

Come see me and find out.

My costume. How did it get on me?

Good going, Spidey. You walked right into a trap.

You are wrong, Parker. As usual.

How do you know who I am?

And how do you know so much about me?

I want some answers.

You will get them. Now sit down.

I'll stand, thanks.

It is usually a good idea to have a seat

when your world is about to be turned upside down.

You are about to embark on a period of training for a mission

I will soon require of you.

The only thing I'm embarking on is a trip out of here.

Parker! This is one situation you cannot crawl away from.

In order to succeed in this mission,

you must first overcome

the self-pity that threatens to end your career.

What do you need me for?

You obviously have powers of your own.

Powers are nothing.

More important is your tendency to question yourself.

That is an interesting quality.

Tedious but interesting.

This is your card.

No thanks. I'm not what you call a believer.

Not so easy, is it?

It is telling you that you must believe in me.

And you must have the faith of a child.

What's that suppose to mean?

No, wait!

Did I just take a trip through the twilight zone or what?

This kind of weird stuff is why I'm quitting.

Hey, it's that letter Robbie gave me.

How did it get here?

Madame Web did say something about the faith of a child.

There Spider-Man. This is your best picture ever.

Thank you, Maria Taina Elizando.

Who... who's there?

Just your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

Spider-Man! Is this a dream?

No. I'm really here.

Just as your parents asked for in their letter.

They what? Wow, it really is you.

Can you do something for me, please?

Sure, Maria. What is it?

Don't call me Maria.

Only my mum calls me Maria.

Everybody else calls me Taina.

Okay, Taina. So now that I'm here, what did you want to tell me?

That I'm your greatest fan ever.

And I wanted to show you this.

My Spider-Man collection.

Look. I even have the first story the Bugle ever wrote about you.

You didn't believe it, did you?

Nah, he says a lot of silly things in there.

But the pictures are good.

Like this one, by that Peter Parker guy.

- Do you know him? - Sometimes too well.

I cut this ad for when you were on TV.

Oh this takes me back.

That's when I thought I could use my powers to make lots of money.

Where did you get your powers?

Timmy says you're from a dying planet

and your parents sent you here in a little spaceship.

I think Timmy has me confused with someone else.

- I'm actually an accident. - An accident?

Yes. It all started when I was in high school.

I was actually kind of a nobody.

Who were you?

I'm going to have to keep my name to myself.

But I can tell you what my life was like.

Hi Liz.

I was wondering if you like to go downtown

to a science demonstration with me.

Now let me see Peter.

Should I go to the big party with Flash Thompson

and have a really great time or

go to the science demonstration with you and be bored to tears?

Oh I just don't know.

Well, actually, this is going to be a demonstration

of an exciting new technology called neogenics...

Bookworm, Liz and I have some partying to do.

See you around, Peter.

But... but...

This is pitiful, Spider-Man.

You really let him get away with that?

Hey, I wasn't quite as strong back then as I am now.

The long and irritating saga of Spider-Man is about to end.

He will meet defeat at the hands of my new Octobot.

Its arms are powerful, agile and controlled by my very thoughts.

Two octopii for the price of one!

So, did you go to the demonstration?

Oh I went alright.

It was at Empire State University.

It was being given by a famous professor.

Wow, Professor Stillwell,

can you actually harness radioactivity

for genetic experiments with this device?

Of course. I'll demonstrate.

But unbeknownst to us, just as he activated the device,

a small spider drop down right in the path of the radioactive blast.

Ouch! It bit me.

Why is it glowing that way?

Is it radioactive?

I feel so strange.

Yikes! Did you go to the hospital?

No. I probably should have, but I didn't know what to do.

What's the matter, Parker?

Did our little demonstration upset you?

I ran out as fast as I could.

What happening to me?

I've been poisoned by that spider!

I'm... I'm turning into a spider myself!

Oh dear, a spider?

Aunt May, it's me, Peter.

I hate spiders.

Can't you hear me?

I know how to get rid of you.

No!

Where... where am I?

No, you don't understand.

It was just a dream.

A hallucination.

But my head was still throbbing.

So much so that I didn't notice a car coming right at me.

I jumped out of the way.

I'm sticking to the wall.

I can climb straight up.

Somehow, when that radioactive spider bit me

it must have transferred it's powers to me.

I gained a whole new equilibrium.

The agility of a spider. And strength too.

And a spider's craving for dark corners and new heights.

Too cool. Is that spider still around?

No, and it's just as well.

That spider also caused me a lot of grief.

- Impressive. - Is that all you have to say?

I shall reserve further judgement until I see results.

And you shall see them soon.

When the spider is directed,

my Octobot will find and crush Spider- Man and anything else in it's way.

When that spider bit you, did it give you powers to make webs too?

No. I did that myself.

I make web fluid and store in small pressurized containers,

that load into these web shooters I built.

Wow! You must be super smart to think this stuff up.

I think when I was bitten,

the spider passed on an instinctive knowledge

of how to combine certain enzymes to make this strong sticky webbing.

The trigger is this sensitive electrode located here in my palm.

It requires exact pressure from these two fingers

so that I don't accidentally activate it when I make a fist or grab something.

By adjusting pressure at the nozzle, I can fire a thin strong web line, see,

or a fine wide spread.

This is great! Think they'll let me keep it?

I'm sorry, but like real spider webbing, it's biodegradable.

It dissolves in about an hour or so.

No wonder I've never been able to find any.

So you made your web shooter

and then went out and started catching bad guys, right?

Not exactly. First, I tried show biz.

Show biz?

Yeah.

I made this very costume so I wouldn't be recognized,

and I went on a television show.

Even though I was wearing my costume,

I felt like I was showing off to all those creeps in my high school

who thought I was just a nerd.

Then I met an agent who made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

Hey help! Get him. Don't let him get away.

Hey, sorry pal. I'm a wrestler, not a cop.

Figured why should I get involved?

All I cared about back then was taking care of number one, me.

The police were at Aunt May's.

Aunt May, where's Uncle Ben? What's happened?

I have bad news for you, son.

Your uncle tried to stop him, but he was armed.

No, not Uncle Ben! Who did this?

The punk who did this has been chased to a warehouse.

We'll get him.

Whoever it is, I want him first.

And nothing's going to stop Spider Man.

No, not you.

It was the crook from the arena

the one I should have stopped.

I've never forgiven myself for letting my Uncle Ben down.

I had no idea.

And now I've done something just as bad.

You heard about that medical building?

That was an accident.

You'll be more careful next time.

There won't be a next time, Taina.

I'm not going to be Spider-Man anymore.

No, you can't quit.

Just be more careful.

You can do that. You can do anything.

I wish I could do anything.

Like rebuild the Medical Center or cure people's diseases.

I wish you could too.

But you can't quit just because you did one bad thing.

You never quit. That's why you're my hero.

It's the difficult choices I'm always having to make.

I just can't handle it anymore.

You're not going now, are you?

No. I just need to clear my head, do some web slinging.

Not without me you're not.

No Taina, I couldn't.

Please?

Just once, I'd like to see the world like you see it.

Just once before...

Alright. I suppose it won't hurt for you to come along on a quick trip.

- But you have to dress warmly. - Alright!

Wow. I'm a hundred stories high!

Hang on.

Now, my pet.

Go to your prey.

I want to show you something.

Remember I told you about my spider agility?

Watch this.

Tada!

Spider sense?

Oct's tentacles moving by themselves?

Taina, hide.

Do you like my newest design, Spider-Man?

Autonomous telepathic tentacles.

I call it the Octobots.

What's the matter Oct?

Afraid to face me alone?

You had to call in second stringers?

You brought a little friend. Where is she?

Let's just make this one-on-one okay?

Delighted. Crush him.

Did he say telepathic?

As in controlled by his thoughts?

It's too much for me Doc.

Did you steal this from Pingree too?

Pingree? He had nothing to do with this! Nothing!

It working. He's losing his concentration.

They're loosening!

Nobody can give my due.

- I give you your due. - What?

- You never learn, do you? - On the contrary.

I have learned a great deal from our encounters.

Sleep well, Spider-Man.

It's your reward for underestimating my power.

This time you lose.

Spiderman, no!

TO BE CONTINUED...