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Welcome to your lair, Master Planner.

Thank you, Tinkerer.

I still don't get it, doc. Why didn't you break out with Kraven and me?

Electro. Always so charmingly uncomplicated.

When building a secret empire of super-criminals...

...the safety and obscurity of a hospital bed has its advantages.

Beats prison.

Indeed.

Spider-Man searches for the Master Planner...

...leaving Octavius free to, well, plan.

And I assume, since you sent my arms to retrieve me...

...we are finally ready to begin?

Yes. All that remains is calibration and testing.

Peter, so glad you could make it.

Well, you're a hard mentor to say no to, Mr. Osborn.

What teenager doesn't like a little epic destruction now and then?

Once this old tenement comes down...

...we'll repurpose the property for a sparkling new OsCorp R&D Tower.

Peter, this is Morris Bench, our demolitions expert.

Nice setup.

-Wireless? -Completely.

When we're clear, I remote activate the countdown...

...and cascading detonations bring the building down in its own footprint.

Excuse me, sir. A word.

It's about Toomes. We've had no luck--

Peter, go get a good seat for the implosion.

I'll join you shortly.

Sure.

Your operatives scoured the city, but the Vulture is--

No. No, no, no.

Countdown's activated.

Thirty seconds to implosion.

Shut it down.

I'm trying, but I'm locked out.

We'll never get clear in time.

Who invited Debbie Downer?

-Comfy? -Wait, what about Peter Parker?

Oh, he does care.

Already safe. Your turn.

And I am out of here.

Ta-da.

Well, we tried, Adrian.

Osborn's time will come.

As will Spider-Man's.

Still, you must be pleased with the initial test.

Quite.

Just as my neurotransmitter chip allows me to control my arms...

...was able to activate the detonation countdown with a thought.

I didn't like the power fluctuations. I want more in reserve.

Working on it.

A minor problem, Phineas.

You and Adrian have done a commendable job...

...assembling the technology Mysterio stole for us.

The brainwork was all yours, Otto.

Brainwork, indeed.

My brain now has a working wireless connection...

...with nearly every computer in the city.

But of course that's only the beginning.

In less than 24 hours, the entire world will be at my mercy.

Just imagine the possibilities.

You two doing anything tonight for New Year's Eve?

-What, like, together? -We hadn't planned--

Together, separate. Planned, not planned.

You could head to Times Square and see the ball drop.

Well, now that you mention it--

And get me another muffin. Chocolate.

Sure, Flash.

Coming soon to a theatre near you:

How I Milked My Injury, starring Flash Thompson.

-One-seventeen. -Oh, that's us.

Nice try, Miss Subtle.

But it's hopeless. He's into Liz, not me.

He's just a little confused.

-Hi, Petey. -Hey, Liz.

Okay, a lot confused. Looks like Flash and Liz are getting back together, so--

-So I get to be runner-up. -No.

I wasn't supposed to say anything...

...but his aunt told my aunt you're all he thinks about.

That is, when he actually does think.

This isn't my order.

Oh, sorry, sorry. Computer's glitching bigtime.

The chip in this thing's whacked too.

I'm sorry, but I just need to ask everyone to leave.

Target's exiting the coffee shop.

So thoughtful of you to have GPS in your cell phone.

Now all that remains is to isolate you...

...for my boys.

All units, armed robbery in progress.

See Surplus Store, corner of People's Drive and 124th Street.

Dispatch, confirm.

You want Midtown units all the way up at 124th?

That's what my screen says.

And now, cue the chaos.

-Is anyone hurt? -I can't tell yet.

Move, nerdette.

No.

Package delivered. Go.

Vulture's long gone. But there's Electro's van.

If I didn't need him to lead me to Gwen...

Nothing but greens. Thanks, doc.

I'm afraid you're not home free yet.

The cursed arachnid is on your tail.

Not a problem. We'll ditch him.

Eat lightning, Spider-Man.

So much for quietly following them to the Vulture's nest.

Where'd he go?

Master Planner, our guest has arrived.

And she's kindly lent us her phone.

-Hey, Gwen. -No, not Gwen, Captain Stacy.

It seems you need help keeping track of your daughter.

Teenagers can be such a bother.

Who is this? How did you get Gwen's phone?

Oh, call me Master Planner.

As for the phone, why, from Miss Stacy, of course.

From Gwen? Where is she?

Dad?

Dad. Dad, Dad, Dad, help me, I'm--

-I'm-- -That's quite enough, I think.

Gwen? Gwen? Put her back on.

Don't bother checking her GPS on your computer. It's disabled.

And don't call for help. Trust me, I'll know.

Listen, creep, if you touch her, I'll--

Let's dispense with the ugly what-ifs and get to the business at hand.

What do you want?

The global portal codes stored at Homeland Security's New York HQ.

Forget it.

Those would give you access to every government computer in the U.S.

-Maybe the-- -The world? Yes.

And you will provide them.

Look, it's impossible. I attend briefings at Home Sec.

But I don't have clearance for the codes.

-I couldn't get them if I wanted to. -Oh, I think you could. With a little help.

And the proper motivation.

Vulture's gone, Electro's gone. But you'll tell me where to find the girl.

Or else what, boy scout?

We both know the hero won't do anything rash.

He called my bluff.

So I'll have to bluff better.

See? See? I knew you wouldn't really let me fall.

That's strike two.

-Care to try for--? -Okay, okay, I'll talk.

Nice and easy, captain.

Why do you need this guy? With your brain, you can hack in anyplace.

I appreciate the vote of confidence...

...but the codes are kept in an isolated system.

I've no means of access without his help.

Excellent, captain.

Your daughter's halfway home.

The secret entrance to the Master Planner's lair.

But since there's no way I'm getting in the front door...

I so need to invest in a spider-themed wetsuit.

I'm somewhat occupied at the moment.

I'm on it.

By now, captain, you'll have reached their monitor room.

Agent Wade, Agent Briggs.

Monitor duty?

Drew the short straw, huh?

Yeah. Dullest detail in the FBI.

Let's find out just how secure the Homeland is.

-I'll call it in. -This is a federal facility, Stacy.

We'll handle this. Wade, go.

All security personnel, facility under external attack.

External attack, indeed.

Squad one to the roof, squad two, the street. Move.

Nice downloading, captain.

That virus has given me access to all Home Sec systems...

...except the proprietary mainframe containing the portal codes.

But I've increased your security clearance.

You may proceed.

Look, Stacy, maybe I picked the wrong time to get territorial.

-Spider-Man. -Don't worry, G-- Girlie.

I'll have you out soon.

-You're finished, web-freak. -Look out.

No! Let go of the bars.

No!

Electro, take this conflict elsewhere.

Sure thing, M.P.

So the Master Planner doesn't want all this tech damaged.

Max, don't tell me you're scared...

...of a second-rate schemer with a funny voice.

First, I'm not scared of nothing.

Second, Master Planner ain't second-rate nothing.

And third, don't call me Max, or I'll fry you into nothing.

Electro, stand down.

Retinal scan recognizes Stacy, comma, George.

Clearance confirmed.

Max. Maxie.

Maximilian. Maximum.

Shut up, shut up. Shut up!

That's for zapping Gwen, twice.

Nice uploading, captain.

Now insert that drive into any other computer.

I'll have my codes, you'll get your daughter.

I wanna talk to Gwen.

This is no time to test me, captain.

Stow the threats.

I'm not doing anything more until I know she's okay.

Miss Stacy's resting at--

I talk to her, or you get nothing.

Fine.

Great. Even the walls have arms.

But at least one mystery's solved.

Hey, Master Planner, some secret-identity advice from an expert:

Don't sign your work, Doctor Octopus.

Yes, Spider-Man, it's spectacularly clever of you...

...to have guessed the truth after I revealed it.

Yo, if you're gonna dance with my date...

...then I'm totally dancing with yours.

Bingo.

Okay, that was almost worth it.

If you want something done right...

I thought the arms race was over.

Oh, I've still got a few up my sleeves.

Without server to route signals...

...It's too much.

Too much.

Must destroy connection.

Congratulations, arachnid.

My lair, my master plan, all ruined.

Thanks. I specialise in foiling.

Only one option remains.

Farewell, Spider-Man.

Enjoy your tomb.

Can't budge it.

So cold.

Muscles stiff, numb.

This is it.

Fought the good fight.

Did my best. Even foiled Doc's plan.

No one could ask any more of me.

What am I doing? I can't give up.

Not with Gwen depending on me.

Cold. It's cold.

It'll get colder if we don't get out of here. Hold on.

What about him?

So gonna hurt me more than it hurts you.

Called that right.

Don't touch him.

He's still juiced.

Abort mission.

Understood.

Planner? Planner, are you there?

-Listen, Planner-- -Dad, it's me.

-Gwen? -I'm okay, Daddy.

Spider-Man saved me.

-Are you--? -I'm fine, honey.

Just fine. Now.

One minute to midnight.

I'm gonna try her again.

I'm sure Gwen appreciates your perseverance.

-Hello? -Hi, Captain Stacy.

It's Pete again. Peter Parker.

Yeah, I know who you are, Pete.

But I've told you, Gwen's been through a lot and--

Dad. Is that my phone?

Not tonight, it isn't.

Don't you give me that look, Gwendolyn Stacy.

Now, who could that be? Peter?

-Hi, Petey. -Liz, what are you--?

I mean, it's almost midnight.

-Shouldn't you be with Flash? -Ten, nine, eight...

Thing is, I'll always care about Flash, but tonight I told him it's over.

Really, really over.

See, I wanna be with you.

--Zero.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, Petey.

Hello?

Anyone there?