"My master has wronged my brother," said a man in a black and red lycra costume, "and I was directly involved. Now that he is deceased, I can finally right those wrongs." He walked out of the room.
"The Itsy-Bitsy Spider went up the waterspout." sang a red-haired woman to a baby no older than three months, "Down came the rain and washed the Spider out."
"Are you going to finish the song, Mongraine?" said the man.
"What are you doing here, Kaine?" she replied.
"I am righting the wrongs that have been committed against my brother. And that starts with returning his daughter to him."
"Osborn didn't want him to have the baby."
"Osborn wanted the baby dead. But you couldn't bring yourself to commit such an act, so you just kidnapped her."
"Exactly."
"Now that Osborn's dead, why do you continue to keep her from him?"
"Out of respect for his memory."
"I'll make it simple Alison: give me the baby or I'll take her away from you myself."
"Try me."
"With pleasure." Kaine shot a web at Mongraine's face and reached out to grab the baby, but she pulled out a gun and aimed it at Kaine.
"Really?" said Kaine. He shot a web and pulled the gun in, crushing it in his hand.
"I won't ask again." said Kaine, "The baby please?"
"Fine." said Mongraine. She passed the infant girl to Kaine.
"Thank you." said Kaine before he walked out of the room.
"There's more to that song, you know." said Kaine to the baby, "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider climbed up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed the Spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain and the Itsy-Bitsy Spider climbed up the spout again."