Screams of terror awoke Uncle Bhim and Aunt Maya from their sleeps. "Stay here, Maya!", shouted Uncle Bhim as he rushed downstairs to see what was going on. Bursting through the front door, he saw that the village was in flames and neighbors were being attacked by assailants dressed in black. Upon closer inspection, Uncle Bhim noticed that the invaders were mostly children and teenagers. Nevertheless, he wasn't about to let his community by burned to the ground by a bunch of radical miscreants.

So, with surprising speed for a man of fifty-five, he barreled into one of the punks, a big one, and sending him toppling to the ground. His constituents surrounded him to help him up and one of them asked, "You alright, Pipsqueak?" Pipsqueak answered the one who asked, a girl who looked like a boy, with, "Yeah, Smellerbee. But this old guy just jumped me." Smellerbee glared at Uncle Bhim, pulled out her daggers and said, "You're going to get it now, old man."

"Why are you doing this?" asked Uncle Bhim, "Kids your age should be running around and playing. Not attacking people" Smellerbee shot back with, "We would be, if the Fire Nation hadn't destroyed our homes and killed our families! This is payback! Courtesy of the Freedom Fighters!" Uncle Bhim nodded for a moment and replied, "And you think that attacking our village is going to take that pain away? Well I've got news for you, kids. It won't."

The Freedom Fighters were surprised by what he said, but they didn't lower their weapons. "You kids are better than this.", he continued, "Revenge isn't power. Anyone can take a life. But to live a life, that's what really matters." Some of them started to lower their weapons, as they listened to Uncle Bhim's speech. But before he could continue, he let out a, "Hukk!", and stumbled forward to reveal a knife sticking out of his back. One of the Freedom Fighters had stabbed him and it was none other than the Freedom Fighters' leader: a boy named Jet.

The founder of the Freedom Fighters, like so many members, Jet had lost his home and family to the Fire Nation. This instilled a burning hatred in him and a determination to destroy them...by any means necessary. He had just exercised those means by taking Uncle Bhim's life. As he crumpled to the ground, Jet gave him a cruel sneer and said, "That shut him up."

Some of the Freedom Fighters were shocked by Jet's action; some of them felt his behavior had become really unbalanced as of late. But no one held him accountable for it. Whether out of respect or fear, they weren't sure. "I think we've given our message to the ashmakers of Spider Island.", said Jet, "Now let's get out of here." With that, the Freedom Fighters took off into the woods and left Uncle Bhim to die.

Aunt Maya came out of the house, saw her husband lying on the ground and bleeding, and rushed to his side. As the neighbors gathered around them, Aunt Maya held her dead husband in her arms and sobbed. The only thing that was on her mind, other than her dying husband, was one question: Where are you, Pavitr?

Meanwhile, Pavitr had just gotten off the ferry on the opposite side of the island. He felt very warm and fuzzy inside, no doubt due to his almost sharing a kiss with Ty Lee, and had made an important decision. To tell Uncle Bhim and Aunt Maya about his powers and inform them of his decision to join the circus and perform with Ty Lee. He hoped they would understand why; it was so that he could pay them back for all the years of taking care of him

When he got back, however, he was greeted with the sight of many of the residents of Spider Island huddled around the open field. He heard something that sounded like Aunt Maya crying. He ran into the crowd, pushing past people on his way in, and finally coming across a sight that he hoped he never would: Aunt Maya holding Uncle Bhim's dying body. Pavitr immediately rushed to his uncle's side and held his hand. Uncle Bhim's eyes weakly opened and he asked, "P-P-Pavitr? M-M-Maya? A-A-Are you two alright?"

Aunt Maya tearfully replied, "Yes, Bhim. We're fine. Don't talk now, sweetheart. The healers are on their way." Uncle Bhim turned his gaze to Pavitr and said, "C-C-Come closer, son." Pavitr did as he was asked, Uncle Bhim put his mouth to Pavitr's ear and whispered something that the youth would never forget. "W-W-With great p-p-power, c-c-comes great r-r-responsibility.", coughed Uncle Bhim, before he finally succumbed to his wounds and died.

"Uncle Bhim?", Pavitr desperately asked. But it was no use, for the man who had been like a father to him was gone. Sadness was soon replaced with rage as Pavitr asked, "Where did they go?" Meera Jain tried to comfort Pavitr, but he asked again, louder, "WHERE DID THEY GO?!" Taken aback by his vengeful outburst, she pointed towards the woods. Quick as a flash, Pavitr tore off into that direction, leaving his aunt, best friend and dead uncle. Unbeknownst to them, however, Pavitr was slipping off his clothes as he went, revealing his Spider-Man costume. I'll get them., Pavitr thought angrily, I'll get them all.

Next Time: Confrontation