Spider-Man smilied.
He remembered webswining, oh yes he remembered that. He loved the familiar sensation of being propelled from his own webs, of being above everyone else. He would have loved to drop everything and just spend the rest of his life swinging wherever he chose to go, but he knew life wasn't so simple.
And the thing about being Spider-Man meant that he could not be happy in his peace and quiet for too long.
That was when all hell broke loose.
Spider-Man got a sharp, tingling sensation in the back of his head. He knew what it was...but what did it mean? His spider-sense...wait--he remembered! It meant that something was wrong...
He felt two sharp hands dig into his shoulders, lifting him up into the air as he hung helpless. He looked up at his captor and saw the Vulture--the one Fury had spoken of. Spider-Man looked into his dead eyes...he knew this man...he hated this man...
"You! Uh, you put--put me down!"
"What, no wise cracks this time?"
"Why would I be funny now?"
The Vulture stopped, stared at him, but the continued his flight path. Spider-Man didn't have to be a genius to see that the Vulture would soon drop him on a nearby rooftop, the one where the other five members of the Six were waiting in a circle. Spider-Man saw all of them--and not one did he remember. How the hell could he do this?
Spider-Man dropped, rolled, and stood as the Vulture filled the empty spot in the circle.
"Uh, hi guys. Is it too late to be friends?"
No one spoke. Spider-Man stood there uneasily, unsure of how to handle himself. What would he do--who would he attack--where would he run?
"I suppose the old I-Have-A-Wife-And-Kids routine wouldn't work here, huh?"
"Silence!" Doctor Octopus finally spoke. "Something is wrong. You're not Spider-Man. Spider-Man does not...try to talk himself out of situations like this."
Vulture nodded. "He didn't give me his wise-ass attitude."
"Something's up." Venom agreed.
Spider-Man didn't know what to say. Could he tell six of his greatest enemies that he did not remember them? Could he brush it off and try to fight them? No, he would surely die--he didn't remember any of their tactics, their strategies.
"Ha...now that you mention it..." Spider-Man began. "I...don't remember you guys. I take it we're not friends..."
He looked at their faces. Maybe he could use this to his advantage.
"Yeah. See..you, Octopus Man. You hit me in the head and...I have amnesia. SHIELD tried to help but I'm trying to recover on my own. Sorry--I mean, heh...wow, this is awkward, huh?"
"You don't remember us?" Electro asked.
"Not...really. I mean, Nick Fury told me your names and stuff...but I don't really..."
Venom grinned. "We are the ones who can make your life a living hell."
"Oh. That's...nice..."
"And we plan to do it...whether you remember us or not..."