Spider-Man felt the tingling sensation in the back of his head again, but he didn't know where the attack would come from. He was surrounded by people who wanted to shred him limb from limb.
Spider-Man did not remember anything that could help him. And as he watched a metal arm belonging to Doctor Octavius come towards him, he jumped out of the way only to be grabbed by another. He dangled, the metal arm hoisting him up by his ankle.
"Put him down!" Someone yelled. Spider-Man was relived to see the familiar outline of the Black Cat standing in the center of the circle where he had been. Spider-Man waved. Spider-Man saw her, and then a spark shot through him. It was as if he knew exactly how to handle himself.
Spider-Man threw himself into the air and sprayed webbing in the Doctor's eyes, knowing that'd he'd let go and fling him towards the Vulture.
"Sorry, Vulchie!" He cried, kicking off of his chest and heading towards Electro. The Black Cat had sprung into action as well, taking on Mysterio and his illusions.
Spider-Man felt great as he punched the Chameleon's lights out. "I think I remember!"
"Really?" the Cat said, leaping into the air to avoid a blow from Venom.
"I do...I think I know how to do this--Venom--I really don't like him, right?"
"Right." Venom hissed, leaping towards him. "Come here! We want to feel your bones shatter to remind us how much we hate you!"
"Gee, I think you're remembering just fine without my help."
Spider-Man felt great, and as he leaped out of the way of an electric blast from Electro, he saw a great fireball flying towards him. This was soon identified as none other than Johnny Storm, aka the Human Torch.
"Hey, Flame-For-Brains! The Six is right here, call Fury!"
"Already did! How's the head, Webs?" he said as he landed.
Spider-Man knocked on his forehead. "Never better! Oh shoot--I remember! I told Mary Jane I didn't know who she was!"
The Human Torch joined in the fight, speaking with Spider-Man as they exchanged enemies. "Fury wants to talk to you--about the memory loss."
"I--whoa, not today, Sparky--figured. It just hit me all of a sudden, like I remembered it just all at once--Jeez, that was close."
Spider-Man turned around to face Doc Ock again when he saw the Black Cat lying on the ground before him. Spider-Man felt an eruption of panic and he screamed as he ran over to her. Blood was running from her nose, and it seemed that she'd broken an arm. Spider-Man quickly stared at Doctor Octopus, and suddenly his head hurt. The room started to spin, and faded images were flying past him. Gwen. Uncle Ben. Norman Osborn. Harry. Mary Jane. Aunt May.
Spider-Man picked up the Cat, dodging a blow from Octavius as he did so, and made sure she had time for a breather. He knew it was time to do what he did best--beating the tar out of those who caused him so much pain.