Doctor Octopus was known for his metal arms; their strength, their liveliness, everything. They were a part of him, and they knew how to work with their owner.
Spider-Man knew better than to attack these arms, as their pincers had harmed him in the past and caused a lot of damage. But today Spider-Man did not care. He wanted revenge.
"Oh, Ockie Poo!"
His voice pierced Octopus's ears, and he turned around to see Spider-Man, standing five feet away from him. His hands were on his hips, and he seemed content with himself.
"Thank you so much for hitting me in the head and giving me a well-deserved vacation. But, come on, how could I ever forget you and those beautiful eyes of yours?"
"Spider-Man. It's always jokes with you! Always! We'll see who's laughing at the end of this."
"For one of the world's smartest men, you're really quite stupid. I don't care about the Six. I don't care about you, about Venom--any of this!"
"Then what do you care about?"
"It's doing the right thing. See, stopping goofballs like you--that's the right thing. Even if I don't remember--which I do. Seeing your ugly face sparked a lifetime of memories."
Doctor Octopus screamed, and the fight began.
The Black Cat had been watching as she entered the fight again. She'd been observing as she kicked Mysterio in the gut. She had been making sure Spider-Man was able to handle himself--after all, it wasn't everyday that you woke up with a blank canvas in your head. She sighed. He remembered--he really did. He had to--otherwise he was doing a very good job at pretending to. She looked over at Johnny Storm, who was busy with Venom; one of the suit's biggest weaknesses was fire, other than sound. He seemed fine. She wanted to help Spider-Man, but she knew that he and Doc Ock had a long history together, and that he had to do this by himself in order to assure himself that he was back.
Was he back?
She listened as they battled each other.
"I hate you!"
"I love you too, Ockie!"
"I'll finally have some peace and quiet once you're dead and buried!"
"You think? If I die I'll haunt you for the rest of eternity--you cannot escape me and my evil wisecracks! Hahah!"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
"Ow! Now, did you really have to hit me that hard?"
The Black Cat sighed as she followed up on an assault made by the Chameleon. Spider-Man knew what he was doing, it seemed. Hopefully Nick Fury would be able to shed some light on the situation--but she wouldn't stick around for that. Even after she retired from thieving Fury never trusted that she truly was reformed--and for good reason. The Black Cat never set anything in stone, and if she was a heroine one day, who knew what the next day would bring?
Spider-Man landed with a thump after being whacked in the shoulder with a metal arm. His costume was bloody and torn, yet he moved with such passion it was as if he had never been tired in his life, and that he actually enjoyed what was going on.
Spider-Man did enjoy it. He enjoyed remembering how much he despised Doctor Octavius, and now that he did remember, kicking his sorry ass to Jersey would be a lot more meaningful.
"I'm glad you remember, Web-Slinger! So when I kill you, you'll know exactly how much it'll really mean to me!"
"Oh, shut the hell up! God! I get so freaking tired of you lunatics and you're little speeches! So shut the hell up and let's finish this!"
Spider-Man had forgotten about the other members of the Six. He knew that Johnny and the Black Cat could handle five of them, since he'd handled all six of them by himself in the past. Spider-Man punched his fist into his other hand, staring Doctor Octopus down. He huffed, extremely winded, but ready to leap at a moment's notice. He was ready. He remembered everything. And now that he knew about all Six of these monsters, this was the last place he wanted to be.
Doctor Octopus cursed, screaming out loud as he jumped, ready to tackle Spider-Man, his metal arms flying in the air. Spider-Man smiled under his mask, and Spider-Man waited for the right moment.