"Peter..."

"Uncle Ben?"

"Yes Peter. It's me. I'm here at your side. I know things are bad right now..."

"I wanna leave this evil world behind. I've had it."

"I know son. I know. We want you with us too... but the one above all wills different for you."

"I don't understand."

I opened my mental eyes and saw uncle Ben. He emerged from that weird void darkness like before. But then again this whole damned thing was weird right? But life is often like that. Things make no damn sense when they otherwise should.

And it's like mad max said in fury road: if you can't fix what's broken you'll go mad...

"You're not mad Peter. Not insane mad anyway. Pissed mad; well..."

I was still trapped in the exam chair; both in my mind and in reality. If that makes any damned sense at all...

He stopped beside the chair. "God is gonna give you a gift through me Peter. The greatest gift you'll ever need."

"What's that?"

"He's gonna make you Spider-Man again. But it will be mystical or something this time. I don't get it."

I pondered it. Spider-Man again. I loved the idea; and things had changed a bunch. And my powers would be magical or something now instead of physical.

I think I could live with that. "Fire away uncle Ben." "It's already done Peter..."

I felt a power move through me again. It felt like Spidey before; but more so.

I awoke with a gasp. I was still in the chair. My glasses had gotten broken in the mob attack. My eyes had been bad then. They weren't bad anymore...

I looked down at myself. I was ripped again. And my injuries were healed.

Oh hell yeah!

I ripped the restraints off with little trouble. I checked my wrists. The spinnerets were there like before. It looks like help from on high had come through.

Danger!

"Hey you're not—!"

I put a swift web line to the thug's throat and yanked him towards me. He met my waiting forearm and his neck snapped.

Spidey was back...

Fisk; I'm coming for you!

I ran for the door and punched through it. It was blasted away with little trouble.

Thugs were outside and waiting. They were stunned to see me there. They pulled their hardware; but I was the web head again; without a mask of course!

I was at them and bashing away. They crumpled fast. I had to find Teresa fast. Hopefully they hadn't removed her yet. But time still wasn't a luxury we could afford. But now that we were in the old west again as fatty had put it I would still have the advantage.

I encountered more and bashed away. They fired into each other and missed my restored acrobatic self. I did my fancy fighting stuff and pushed on.

I busted out a window and climbed up Fisk tower. It'd been a while but I knew where the boss was. And he was gonna feel my spider wrath on steroids.

I reached it and punched through it with ease. His many guards there opened fire but I stayed a blur. I didn't care anymore about sparing guilty parties. Yeah; castle rubbed off on me.

I didn't pull my blows like I used to now. Bones shattered as my true spider strength was unleashed. And it was now magical in nature. I was even more powerful than before. I could see that now. Not too powerful but definitely better than before. It was a nice upgrade in the power sense.

Fisk pulled a sword out of his cane and waited as I knocked away his criminal scum like nothing.

I growled in anger and surged for him; his guards now down and dead. I came at him head on; my wrath unleashed like Chingachgook against Magua in last of the Mohicans. Now "that" was righteous fury!

Fisk slashed his sword at my head but he moved in slow motion with my powers not only restored but magical in nature. I spin kicked the sword from his hand and then double kicked each kneecap simultaneously to make him fall under his own weight. He cried out as he fell.

I grabbed him by his tie and beat the royal crap out of him. "Where is she?" He wouldn't answer. I pounded him harder. He was faltering swiftly.

He was nearly dead now and barely recognizable.

I finally held my latest punch. He would soon die. "Come on Fisk. It's not worth dying for."

He laughed. "Peter..." I looked behind me. It was Teresa. She'd managed to escape. She hobbled on a mop stick.

I growled and was about ready to kill him. "No! Let me." She had a gun in her hand. I let Fisk drop and moved aside.

He managed to laugh through his messed up face. It didn't last long. Teresa put a controlled pair right into his head. Lady punisher indeed.

She then dropped the gun and I was quick to support her. "You good?" "Good enough; Spider-Man." We shared a smile.

I set her over my shoulder went to a nearby balcony and swung away. We were together again.

Xxx

She gave me directions for an old safe house of hers in an abandoned area. It still had things in it like first aid and all that. We both got her leg situated. She still had withdrawal issues but she was pushing through it with solid willpower.

"Teresa; I'm sorry. I..." "don't Pete. It's cool. We're safe now. That's all that matters." "Yeah." Outside the city sounded insane. It was a different world now to be sure.

One thing was for certain now. The world needed Spider-Man now more than ever; and he was gonna come back with a vengeance!

It was time to get a costume together...