The door opened, and Dmitri stepped in.

He didn't know where he was, but it was a house, small in kind.

There was young man in the doorway. Who he thought he recognized. Like it had been his own face, long ago.

Though it wasn't.

The boy, or man, smiled, and made sure the door stayed open.

He finally did recognize him. And remembered his true past. This had been the hero he had forged a fake disguise of. Peter Parker.

He now remembered who he truly was, and his past.

He bowed his head in gratitude, and left the house.

--

One Week Later

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Constrictoro threw another heavy vehicle, those always being more dangerous.

He was in Chicago. A city which he deemed, had to be destroyed. Like many big ones. But this was the one that started it all, and thus, would now be the one to finish what it had begun.

A new figure appeared.

It was Spider-Man's imposter.

Though the costume was that of a whitish color, perhaps made of the strong spider-silk, itself.

Whatever of whoever he and it were, they flew or glided toward Constrictoro. Whatever it was, possessing Spider-Man's webbing.

They both collided, crashing into the street Constrictoro had just attacked; the flames spreading across stores.

Constrictoro flung another car; this time aiming it for Spider-Man.

Spider-Man caught it in webbing, before approaching Constrictoro again.

Constrictoro slung strongly at him; intending to thrust him against the burning wall.

Another explosion from the fire.

Spider-Man missed it just in time.

Constrictoro and Spider-Man charged.

Spider-Man blocked his hit, and held him back.

Constrictoro backed up from the surprise.

He turned and reached to throw fire from the building.

The unwilling symbiote left Constrictoro's form, leaving only a light form of Constrictoro left by the fire.

Constrictoro stared shocked for a moment at Spider-Man, then the Symbiote, before another explosion burst from the fire he was about to take.

No trace was left. Nor would be from the fire.

--

Dmitri commonly wondered why the symbiote had behaved so.

It could have been that the symbiote feared the heat, which it had been both Constrictoro's and the symbiote's weakness before they joined.

It could be it wished to leave, after being forced to bond with Constrictoro a second time.

It could be it was taking the revenge it wished when it had connected to Doctor Octavious.

Or it could have been because Constrictoro had killed the symbiote's last host; Peter Parker.

Dmitri now helped as Spider-Man whenever needed, as the earth recovered from what had happened.

--

Who I am?

I'm Spider-Man.

And this is now my curse.

My burden.

My duty.

My gift.

My miracle.