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Peter stood at his Uncle's grave looking down at it. He wasn't fighting to keep his tears in; he wasn't trying to forget the pain of the last look on his Uncle's face, because he knew it would haunt him forever, no matter how hard he tired.

Mary-Jane had explained it all to him. Reality really hurts.

Mary-Jane had said how she had been pushed by everyone outside the school.

"I couldn't stay and see if you were okay Pete," she said, "too much—let's call it current. I got outside and everyone started to run every which way. I wanted to wait outside for you, you know, thought you would need some comforting….Well I waited out there for what had to be ten or fifteen minutes and I saw your Uncle pull up with you Aunt.

"They both got out and Aunt May came to talk to me, asking what had happened. I told her some freak broke in through the roof and then I heard a roar from above. That goblin dude had come back. He seemed angry about something and he just threw a bomb down. I pulled Aunt may down with me and we ended up safe. Your Uncle though, he was…"

Mary-Jane had stopped and bit her lip. She had looked at the stretcher with the blanket over the body, being loaded into the ambulance.

Peter had seen it. He could have gone after that guy, he didn't. He was too happy about his first kiss. He had rushed home and changed. He could have at least gone back to the school and checked to see if everyone was okay. He could have taken his Uncle to the hospital in no time flat. He would have survived!

But I failed him! Peter thought. With great power comes great responsibility! I didn't use my great power with responsibility! I'm a failure!
"You look like you had a hand in this," Gwen said putting her arm around her shoulder.

"I could have saved him," Peter said. "After I saved you I just went home and changed into my clothes…I totally blew it."

Peter's tears blurred his vision so bad that he couldn't even see Gwen's face. She wiped away some of the tears with Kleenex that she herself had brought.

"It's okay Peter," she said holding him close. "Cry it off if you need to."


J Jonah Jameson pressed the intercom on his desk.

"Ms Brant; can you ask Robbie to come in here a sec?" Jameson yelled.

"Yes sir," Betty Brant replied. "One second."

A minute later Joseph "Robbie" Robertson entered the room.

"What you want Jameson?" Robbie asked. "I was just helping Ben with the scoop of his life."

"More important then Urch," Jameson said. "We don't have a good picture of this 'super-fight' that happened on the bridge from Queens last night. We don't have any sources about what it was that had happened. All we know is that the same chick from that bombing of Octavius' apartment was there, as well as some new blue and red freak."

"I know Jonah but that's not my fault," Robbie said.

"Well you damn well better find some leads," Jameson said. "Now go back and help Urch."


"There won't be any book?" Aunt May asked.

"No ma'am I'm sorry," said the representative from the publishing company. "With out an author to go on a book tour the book will never get attention. I'm sorry ma'am."

Aunt May was about to cry again, something Peter couldn't stand to see again. He stood up; knocking over the kitchen chair he had been sitting in.

"It can get attention," Peter said placing clenched fists on the table. "If people at McDonalds can get the American public to overlook the extreme obesity from eating at their restaurant then you can sell an authorless book!"

"Sir I'm sorry but it's just not-"

"SHUT UP!" Peter yelled.

Peter turned. Aunt May got up but Peter held up his hand.

"Don't bother Aunt May," Peter said.

As Peter stalked upstairs he heard Aunt May and the man continue talking. He walked into his room and then lay down on his bed, hands behind his head. Then he looked over at his desk. Laying there on his desk was the book. The only printing that would ever see daylight.

He got up and walked over to his desk. He turned on the light on his desk and opened the book.

William Baxter looked down at the streets below him...


Felicia walked down the hallway. The same dank hallway she had walked down only a few days ago. The conditions in the Mutant Hospitals were always sub-par but the government seemed to set the standards for Mutant hospitals lower and lower every year.

Marina deserves better then this! Felicia thought. They all do!

Felicia came to the room the receptionist had told her to. She turned and saw Marina in alone bed. Her eyes were closed and she was hooked up to a respirator.

My sleeping angel, Felicia thought putting down the flowers with a tear. Who ever did this. wont get away with it. She thought of the costume she had made. She could make it fit her… Revenge is a dish best served cold.


as he looked down at the city below one thing ran through his head. "With great power comes great responsibility."

Peter put down the book. He had been reading the book practically two days straight. He now realized what Uncle Ben was talking about. He stood up and went downstairs. He was going to find that man and get his revenge.

He looked at the paper. "Pictures of super-people wanted" was the headline.

Daily Bugle, Peter thought picking up the paper. He scanned the add. Fifty dollars per picture. That's amazing!

He went upstairs and pick up his digital camera. This'll be a snap.


Wilson Fisk sat at his desk once again.

"This 'Black Cat' is a mutant and you've found her hospital room?" Fisk asked repeating to make sure he got the information right.

"Yes sir, I'm standing outside the hospital right now," said the man on the other end. "Would you like for me to deal with her."

"No," Fisk said, "I'll have her dealt with. Just give me her room number." Fisk took out a piece of paper and pencil and scribbled down all the important information. "Thank you Herman."

"You're welcome sir," Herman replied. "And about my pay?"

"It will come to you in three days time," Fisk replied. "You shall meet one of my agents on the Empire State Building."

"Thank you," Herman said and hung up.

Fisk pressed the intercom on this desk. "Get me the number to that hypnotist."


Roderick looked through the satchel of bombs. There were many here. His favorite of course was the regular explosion one. He put on his mask and hopped on the glider. Time to rob a bank.
Spider-man swung from building to building, something he had been practicing. He landed on the roof top roughly, something he had only started to do. He looked at the street below. There was a woman and the pace of a jog while a man dressed in black followed her. Spider-man swung low and picked the man off the ground. He put him down three blocks in the other direction.

"#$ you spider," the man yelled.

Spider-man swung back and shot webs at the man's lips. The man tried to talk but all that was heard was muffled yells.

As soon as Spider-man got back up to his normal swinging height; an alarm sounded. Spider-man swung low and landed in a run. He looked across the street where the alarm came from. A crowd of people screamed, running out of the bank. Peter took a picture of the bank and then Spider-man jumped the whole six lane street in one bound. He entered the bank and saw a familiar face he did not want to see.

That mask stared back at him. The mask that had been haunting his dreams, ever since his uncle's death.

"Hey Gob-head," Peter said taking a picture.

Hobgoblin looked up just as the picture was taken. Stricken with momentary blindness from the flash, the Hobgoblin cringed. Spider-man put the camera around his neck and jumped at the Hobgoblin. Spider-man's fingers wrapped around his throat and a knee was buried into Hobgoblin's gut.

The Hobgoblin stumbled back holding his stomach, no longer trying to keep Spider-man's fingers from around his throat.

Spider-man took his fingers from around his throat and picked Hobgoblin up by the armpits and threw him through the wall. Spider-man leapt and crouched just inside the bank looking out at the street. The Hobgoblin was just getting up.

"Who are you?" the Hobgoblin asked.

"I'm Spider-man," Spidey replied jumping at him so they were both in a flying grapple. "I've got a bone to pick with you!"

They crashed through a wall and people went screaming into other rooms.

"I remember you," the Hobgoblin said, "you're from the bridge. You saved that slut from her death. I have a bone to pick with you!"

"Oh don't you start that crap with me!" Spider-man said punching Hobgoblin in the jaw. "I have a bone to pick with you. You have no bone to pick with me."

Hobgoblin tired to punch Spidey but he grabbed the hand. Spider-man lifted a hand in an upper-cut sending Hobgoblin flying up. Spider-man grabbed his foot with a web and pulled him back down. Hobgoblin fell on his side groaning.

Spider-man picked him up off the ground with one hand. Suddenly he heard a beeping and in the Hobgoblin's left hand was a bomb.

"Happy Halloween asshole," Hobgoblin said with a smile in his voice.

Hobgoblin thrusted the bomb into Spider-man's chest, sending Spidey's spider sense crazy. Spider-man looked at the bomb and didn't know where to take it. His Spider-sense told him that anywhere he threw the bomb would hurt someone. He heard a sound behind him and he turned to see Hobgoblin starting to flyaway on his glider.

Spider-man shot a web at the glider and it pulled him off of the ground. Spider-man started to climb up the web. He clung to the bottom of the glider, the wind whipping past his face. His spider sense told him it was safe and he dropped the bomb. He flipped so he was standing on top of the glider. He threw a punch at Hobgoblin as his spider-sense yelled at him that it would miss. He felt the Hobgoblin's grip tightened around his wrist. He yelled in pain at the Hobgoblin dug a fist into his gut. The Hobgoblin did a barrel roll, expecting Spider-man to fall off; instead Spider-man just clung to the platform as he dodged a forearm from Hobgoblin.

Spider-man pulled out one of the Hobgoblin's bombs and pressed it. He did a back flip off of the platform. He expected and explosion but that didn't occur. Instead a high pitch screech emitted as Spidey's web clung to the wall. He swung and saw the Hobgoblin crash into a wall, distracted by the screeching.

Spider-man continued swinging assuming that the Hobgoblin was done for. It was a long drop.

He swung lower to a normal height and headed for home, his camera still around his neck. He got home and changed into his street clothing for his night on the town with Gwen.


Norman Osborn sat at his desk talking to his son on the phone.

"That's nice son," Norman replied. "Listen I have to go. Have a good night with Mary-Jane. Hope it goes well."

Norman got up and went downstairs. He got in his limo and was driven to the hospital. He got into the elevator and pressed a button.

Earlier that night he had received important news about Octavius. He was awake.

He got out of the elevator and walked down the hallway; looking longer then he knew it to be. He came to the end of the hallway and turned right into a room larger then the others. Norman knew it was an illusion, it wasn't any larger the room had only one occupant.

Four adimantium tentacles were held up off the ground. In the center was the one and only master physicist of Oscorp.

Octavius lay in bed with nothing more then a pair of green hospital pants. Over Octavius' eyes was a white cloth. Octavius' gut was quite obvious.

"Otto," Norman said. "Can you hear me?"

One of the tentacles twitched.

Next Issue: Doc Ock


Okay, ya, the next one's gonna be kinda cool but I dont think as good as this. I got some really good ideas for sagas but I can't do them right now...