It was a quiet afternoon when Peter quickly made his way into Oscorp, rushing towards the elevator.

"Late again," he lamented, slipping in and pressing a button. "As per usual. Why did detention have to go for so long?"

The elevator only went up a floor before suddenly coming to a stop.

"Great, now wha-" he suddenly stopped when the doors opened to reveal Gwen. "Gwen?"

"Peter, hey," she greeted as she got in. "I didn't know you were interning here again."

"Uh, yeah. I'm working with the Octavious' on their big project. It's been pretty exciting."

"I can imagine."

"So, you still in the bio lab?"

"Yeah. Dr. Michaels has been interesting to work with. He's no Dr. Connors, but..."

"Yeah, I miss working with him too."

"Have you heard from him lately? I hope he's doing alright after the Lizard thing."

"I, uh, ran into him once. He seems to be doing alright."

"That's good," she replied, brushing a bit of hair out of her face. "So… you thinking of going to the game this weekend?"

"Honestly, I don't know."

"What do you mean?" she wondered.

"I, uh… kinda made a bet with Flash last week about bringing Felicia Hardy to the game."

"Oh boy, what'd you bet?"

"Loser has to dress up as a cheerleader for Halloween," Peter admitted in embarrassment.

Gwen couldn't help but laugh in response.

"Wow. You really shot yourself in the foot with that one."

"Tell me about it," Peter admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, if you want, I could go with you. As a friend, of course."

"Uh, yeah, sure. I mean, it'd be better than showing up alone, anyway."

"Yeah…" Gwen responded, almost wishing she could say something else.

Suddenly, the elevator stopped, allowing the doors to open up.

"Well, this is my floor," Peter informed, stepping out. "See you later."

"See ya," she replied as the doors closed.

Peter made his way to the Octavious' lab, barely opening the door when he heard what appeared to be a conversation between Otto and Norman.

"It's certainly been good having you back, Otto," Norman insisted. "I only wish it were under more permanent circumstances."

"Forget it, Norman," Otto replied. "I'm only here to support Rosie. If I had my say, I'd never step foot in this place again."

"Oh come now, Otto. You could be quite the asset to Oscorp."

"Under your heel, you mean."

"You make it sound so-"

Peter took the chance to knock on the door, interrupting the debate.

"Uh, sorry to interrupt," he spoke up.

"Parker," Otto greeted. "No problem. Norman was just leaving."

Norman turned towards Otto, who shot him a glare.

"Yes, it appears I was."

Norman then walked out as Peter went in, still feeling the tension between the two.

"Everything alright?" Peter asked.

"... fine," Otto replied dismissively. "Come on, let's get to work."

...

Later at the New York Homeland Security Office, a lone figure flew through the air before landing on the side of the building. He climbed up to a window on the third floor and reached into his belt, pulling out a glass cutting device. He planted it on the window, tracing the metal tip in a circle before pulling it off, leaving a hole in the window. He reached in and unlocked the window, allowing him to open it and climb inside. Once there, he made his way down the hall. He stopped when he reached a certain door and pulled out a lock pick from his belt. Once the door was unlocked, he opened the door and went straight towards a computer inside the room.

In the hallway, a security guard was making his rounds when he noticed a door opened near the end of the hall. Curious, he went over to the door and slowly nudged it open. He flashed his light inside the room, finding, of all people, Spider-Man, sitting at the computer looking through secure files.

"Hey!" the guard let out, pulling out his gun. "Freeze!"

Spider-Man quickly spun around and shot a web at the guard, tying him up and causing him to fall to the ground. Spider-Man quickly got to his feet and made a break for the door. As he made a break for it, he was suddenly greeted by three more security guards who drew their weapons on him. Reacting fast, he reached into his belt and pulled out a small metal canister before chucking it at the guards. It exploded on the ground, dispersing a massive cloud of smoke that overwhelmed the guards as Spider-Man webbed them to a nearby wall. One of the guards was webbed with a free hand, allowing him to aim his gun and shoot at Spider-Man as he leapt out the window and shot a web to swing away.

...

Back at Oscorp, Peter Parker was manning a remote control device, carefully maneuvering a metal arm towards a coffee cup. The pinchers of the arm gripped the handle of the cup, much to Peter's delight. Slowly, he pushed up on a control stick, allowing him to raise the cup up off the table.

"Remember," Otto spoke from behind. "Precise movements are the key. Any sudden movement during the experiment could prove disastrous."

"Then, shouldn't you be doing this?"

"I wanna see how well you handle it. Besides, if you can manage it, then it should be no problem for me."

"Right…" Peter replied, turning back to the arm.

He controlled it so he could move the cup towards another cup on the table. Carefully, he tipped the cup over, pouring its contents into the second cup. Once Peter leveled his own cup out, Otto picked up the second and knocked it against Peter's.

"Well done, Parker," he commended.

"Thanks. Response time could stand to be faster, and movements still feel a little jittery."

"We'll have to work those out before moving onto the next phase."

"Right," Peter noted, pausing a moment before turning to Otto. "So… I hope you don't mind me asking… is there some history between you and ?"

Otto paused for a moment.

"Actually… I do mind."

"Sorry. I just heard you and Mr. Osborn talking, and-"

"With all due respect Parker, I don't really think it's any of your business."

Peter was taken aback by the frankness of Otto's words, and backed down.

"Sorry… I should… probably be going."

Otto paused for a moment before responding as Peter walked out.

"Yes… go on. The work can wait until tomorrow."

Out in the city, Spider-Man swung about randomly, still mulling over his conversation with Dr. Octavious.

"I wonder why he got so testy about Norman?" he wondered aloud. "I mean, I know Norman can rub a lot of people the wrong way, but I didn't even know the two knew each other-"

His train of thought was suddenly cut off when he saw a car speeding away from a police cruiser on the street.

"Better table that for later."

Spider-Man veered down towards the car chase. Down on the road, one of the passengers leaned out of the car and shot at the cop car. Just then, a webline attached to the thug, yanking him out of the car. The crook found himself dangling a nearby street lamp as Spider-Man swung past.

"Be lucky I'm not wasting a 'hang around' joke on you!" Spidey called out as he chased after the car.

Spider-Man continued swinging after the car, before finally catching up enough so he could land on top of it. He smashed through the driver side window and grabbed hold of the driver, tossing him out and shooting a web to pin him to a wall. He then leapt onto the hood of the car and fired two web lines, pulling on them hard so he could slow the car to a stop. Once the car was stopped, he flipped off the hood and onto the street as the police arrived.

"Evening, officers," he greeted, giving them a wave. "Got the bad guys all trussed up and-"

"Spider-Man!" one of the officers called out, drawing his weapon. "Don't move!"

"Seriously? Why the hostility? I'm only here to-"

"You're under arrest for breaking and entering, and suspicion of treason and espionage."

Spider-Man did a double take.

"What?! You can't possibly think-"

"Get down on the ground, now!"

"Please, you have to listen-"

The police opened fire on him forcing him to dodge before leaping onto a lamppost and flipping off before swinging away.

"What the hell was that about?"

The next morning at the Parker house, Peter was eating his cereal while watching a news report about the break in last night.

"As you can see from this footage, Spider-Man broke into the Department of Homeland Security's New York office, assaulted the guards. And hacked into secure files on the server. When asked about it, Daily Bugle Publisher and known Spider-Man critic J Jonah Jameson had this to say."

"It's no secret the Bugle's considered Spider-Man just another thug in a mask, but not even I could have suspected him becoming a terrorist. This latest afront will be the final nail in the coffin for Spider-Man and others like him. It's only a matter of time before this menace is caught, jailed, and run out of town!"

"How do you get jailed and run out of town?" Peter wondered to himself as Aunt May shut off the TV.

"Peter, you shouldn't listen to this nonsense."

"So… you don't believe Spider-Man is guilty?"

"Of course not. He saved our lives from that horrible Rhino person. I find it remarkable that people are willing to turn on him like this."

While surprising, it was refreshing to hear Aunt May backing me up.

"Yeah… yeah, I guess so," Peter replied, grabbing his bag. "I'd better get going. Need to get to school."

"Oh, Peter," Aunt May called out, getting him to stop. "Isn't one of Harry's football games coming up soon?"

"Uh, yeah. Next weekend. Me and Gwen are going."

"Well, I had a thought. Why not bring Anna Watson's niece, Mary Jane?"

Yeah, that was enticing. Not only losing the bet to Flash, but showing up with Miss Wonderful Personality.

Peter shuddered a little.

"Uh, that sounds nice, Aunt May, but-"

"Oh come now, Peter. She's been wanting to meet you for months. It would mean a lot to her, and to me."

Peter sighed in response.

"Alright. I'll do it."

"Thank you dear. Now get going, you don't want to be late."

Meanwhile at Oscorp, Norman Osborn made his way down to the R and D lab, where he saw a man in an armored green suit hovering on a specialized air transport device. Down on the ground, an elderly man was going over the devices readouts as Norman approached.

"Dr. Smythe," He greeted, causing him to look up.

"Ah, Norman. Good to see you."

"Likewise. I see the new Tech Flight Glider is coming along well."

"It was tricky to figure out the horizon glide without Adrian Toomes' expertise, but we were able to figure it out. As well as the multi g-balance issues."

"Excellent work Spencer, but I'm actually looking for Professor Stillwell."

"He should be in lab C35."

Norman nodded before walking off, allowing Spencer to return to work.

Inside the lab, Stillwell was hunched over a computer, looking at some results on the screen. He rubbed his eyes in response, not liking what he was seeing.

"Professor," Norman called out, getting his attention.

"Uh, Mr. Osborn. What can I help you with?"

"I want an update on the Globulin Green Performance Enhancers."

"I was actually going through the test data and… well, there is something of note."

"Oh?"

"We distributed the serum in liquid form the test rodents. They all showed an eight hundred percent increase in strength."

Norman perked up upon hearing that.

"That's good. How soon can we move to human trials?"

"Although," Stillwell spoke back up, disregarding the question. "In one trial, the rats showed some… disturbing side effects."

"What kind of side effects?"

"Increased aggression and… prone to violent actions. They… they ended up killing each other."

There was a brief pause before Norman spoke up again.

"Was this an early experiment or later one?"

"Uh… mid tier."

"And all the tests since then? Any side effects?"

"Well… no, but-"

"Then I fail to see the problem."

"Mr. Osborn, please. If something should go wrong in your own test… I think it's too soon."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"... we should take the entire line back to formula."

Norman suddenly snapped, grabbing him by the lab coat and pulling him to his feet.

"Back to formula?" Norman let out. "Are you mad?"

"Mr. Osborn, please. If we don't proceed carefully, it could damage your mind. All I ask is for a little time. Please."

Norman paused for a moment, mulling over his options.

Later at Midtown High, Harry made his way towards his locker, looking around for anyone watching before opening it up. He looked inside to see a single vial full of green liquid.

"Last one…" he lamented, reaching for it.

"Hey, Harry!"

Harry looked up to see Peter and Gwen approaching, forcing him to slam his locker shut as they came up.

"Oh, hey guys."

"Just wanted to wish you luck for tomorrow night," Gwen told him.

"Yeah, I'm pretty stoked for it myself."

"Hey that reminds me," Peter spoke up. "There'll be someone else there tomorrow night. My Aunt wants me to bring her friend's niece, Mary Jane Watson."

"Can't be that bad, can it?" Harry asked.

"Let's just put it this way. She has a wonderful personality."

The two shuddered in response as Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Oh, real mature guys. You have no idea what this girl is like. She might be really nice."

"Gwen, Gwen, Gwen," Harry replied. "Blind dates such as these are like the lottery. The odds of her actually being a good match are stacked so high, you'd be crazy to even think you stand a chance of winning the jackpot."

"You're really instilling me with confidence there, pal," Peter commented.

"Hey, I'm just telling it as it is."

"What?" Gwen chimed in. "that you're both presumptuous and a little chauvinistic? For all you know, she could be a total superstar."

"Or a total freak," Peter retorted. "She could be some weirdo who's into conspiracy theories or something."

"Or a total geek with glasses and short hair?"

"Yeah, that's one-" Peter caught himself, realizing Gwen was referring to herself. "Uh, that is… I mean, who's to say… I mean-"

"Just… just quit while you're ahead," Gwen told him, chuckling a little.

"I told you to drop it!" Flash's voice called out, causing the three of them to perk up.

"Was that Flash?" Gwen wondered.

"I think so," Harry confirmed. "Wonder what's got him all riled up."

"I don't know," Peter replied, suddenly perking up and walking off. "But I wanna find out."

As he rounded the corner with Harry and Gwen trailing behind, Peter was greeted by a ticked off Flash being harassed by Sally and several other students.

"Aw, what's wrong Flashie," she mocked. "Does the twoth hurt?"

"It's not the twoth! I mean, it's not true!"

"Hey, if it's make fun of Flash day, how can I help?" Peter chimed in as he approached.

"Little Flashie's mad that his hero turned out to be a gweat big cwook," Sally told him, holding out a newspaper.

Peter took it, reminded by the annoyance he had to endure this morning.

"Right, I heard about this."

"Well, you heard wrong!" Flash replied, grabbing the paper and crumbling it. "I don't know who that chump is, but it's not the real Spider-Man!"

"Wait, you don't think it's Spider-Man that broke into-"

"Hell no! Spidey's a freakin hero! Any chump can put on a costume and pretend to be Spider-Man!"

"Well not any chump can stick to walls and shoot webs," Sally countered. "Face it, Flash. Spidey's gone bad and everyone knows it."

"Well, actually, I-" Peter tried to cut in.

"Can it, Parker," Sally cut off. "In fact, I heard they're bringing in some kind of specialists to try and bring him in."

"Specialists? Who?"

"Doesn't matter," Flash dismissed, walking away. "There's no way I'll ever believe Spider-Man's turned to crime!"

"Then you're the only one!" Sally called back.

Peter just stood in bewilderment, finally shaking his head and coming to a decision.

"You ok, Pete?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, just… remembered something I gotta do."

"Uh, forgetting something?" Gwen recalled, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Right… detention."

Minutes later, Peter found himself sitting in the detention room with two other students, watching some kind of lecture video playing in the front of the class.

"Hey there. Johnny Storm of the Fantastic Four here. So, you got detention, huh? That must be a total bummer. Question is, what are you gonna do to make it right? Maybe you thought you were being cool? Well take it from someone who can burst into flames at a moment's notice, the only way to truly be cool is to play by the rules."

Peter slammed his face down on the table, groaning in aggravation.

Meanwhile, across town in the Baxter Building, Johnny Storm was sitting on the couch in the living room, surfing through the various channels and shows. He finally stopped when he saw an action movie come on the screen.

"Finally," he let out before settling in.

Before he could get too into it, Ben Grimm, AKA, the rocky skinned Thing, scooped up the remote and switched the channel to a baseball game.

"Hey!" Johnny let out.

"Sorry kid," Ben replied, sitting down next to him. "But the Yankees are going for the Penet this year, and I aim to see them knock it out of the park."

"Forget it," Johnny replied, snatching the remote and switching it back to his movie. "Nobody wants to watch a bunch of guys stand around until someone hits a ball with a stick."

"Hey," Ben retorted, grabbing the remote back. "You can diss me all you want, but dissin the favorite pastime of the good ole USA is going too far."

"Whatcha gonna do about it, rocky?"

Ben just grabbed Johnny by the scruff of his neck, carrying him outside onto a balcony.

"Hey, wait!" Johnny protested. "Put me down!"

"If ya insist," Ben replied, dropping him off the edge.

As Johnny fell towards the street, his expression was less of fear and more of irritation.

"Flame on!"

His body then instantly burst into flames, allowing him to jet back up towards the balcony and blast Ben in the back, knocking him to the ground.

"Ok, that's it, matchstick!" Ben insisted, turning back around. "It's clobberin time!"

The two darted towards each other, but before the first blow could be struck, two invisible force fields suddenly encased them, stopping their approach.

"Alright boys, that's enough."

The two turned to see Sue Storm, Johnny's older sister, standing in the doorway projecting the force fields.

"Oh come on, sis," Johnny insisted. "He's the one who threw me off the building!"

"You were askin for it and you know it!" Ben snapped, poking at the forcefield while pointing at Johnny.

"I don't care who started it. I will not have you two destroying the living room because you can't agree on what to watch on TV. So play nice, or I'm putting you both in the Negative Zone portal."

"You wouldn't dare," Johnny challenged.

"Oh you know I will."

She then released the force fields, allowing the two to drop to the ground before turning to leave.

"She wouldn't have really stuck us there, would she?" Johnny asked.

"Figured you'd know better than anyone, you do not want that woman mad at you."

Up in the lab, Reed Richards was stretching his body around the room to keep an eye on his numerous experiments when Sue walked in.

"Everything ok down there?" Reed asked, not looking up from his work.

"Those two possess superpowers most normal people only dream about, and they use them to fight over the remote."

"You expect anything less?" Reed replied, snapping back to normal.

"I had hoped after all these years, they'd get along. I mean, Johnny was real supportive of Ben in the beginning."

"I suppose working together as long as we have, some tensions are bound to rise up. I'm sure they'll work them out in time."

"I hope you're right. I'm just worried that-"

Just then, one of the phones started ringing. Reed stretched his arm and grabbed hold of the receiver, pulling it to his ear.

"Hello, Dr. Richards speaking," Reed greeted.

"Good afternoon. This is Alexander Pierce."

"Ah, Mr. Pierce. What can I do for you?"

"I'm sure you've heard about the break in at Homeland Security last night."

"I believe so, yes. They say this 'Spider-Man' is involved somehow."

"Right. It's caused a bit of a stir for everybody. I'm requesting you and your team be the ones to bring him in."

"Us?" Reed repeated, getting Sue's attention.

"The Fantastic Four are the only ones capable of matching his power set. He's eluded the police, and it's become frighteningly clear that the US Government is no match for him. We need your help."

"Well…" Reed pondered, looking up at Sue. "I suppose we'd all have to discuss it. Would it be possible to call you back with our decision?"

"Of course," Pierce replied from inside a car. "I'll be in touch."

As Pierce hung up the phone, he dialed another number before reaching for his face and pulling it off, revealing it to be a mask. Beneath it was a white head covering with only the man's eyes and head visible. He set the mask on the seat next to him as someone on the other end of the phone picked up.

"Hello doctor," the man answered in a Russian accent.

"Do you have them?" a thick European voice answered.

"No. They're hesitant to get involved."

"This is disappointing, Chameleon. I'd hate to think your reputation was… exaggerated."

"I will not fail. I just need to entice them to the situation. To prove Spider-Man is a threat to this city."

The man paused for a moment before finally speaking.

"Very well. But see that you do not fail me again."

After detention finally let out, Peter caught the next Subway towards the Homeland Security building. He looked out the window impatiently while checking his phone.

Normally, I'd web swing there, but since Spider-Man was considered Public Enemy Number One, I thought it best not to risk it. I hoped that once I got to the building, I could find some clue as to who's been making me look bad.

After a while, Peter finally made it to the Homeland Security Building, seeing it taped off by several police officers who were trying to keep everyone back.

"This is going to be tricky."

Peter saw the growing crowd, noting it was only on one side of the building. Peter started moving around, not noticing a familiar reporter at the front trying to interview one of the officers.

"Officer Davis, Eddie Brock of the Daily Bugle. What is the NYPD's plan on apprehending Spider-Man?"

"No comment," officer Davis answered briskly.

On the other side of the building, Peter looked around to make sure he was alone. Once he was confident enough, he began climbing up the side, looking for the right floor the imposter entered into.

"Alright, the news said the perp entered on the third floor… here."

He took hold of a window and carefully opened it up, allowing him to climb inside. Once in, he carefully closed the window behind him before moving on inside.

"Alright, there's gotta be something around here I can work with."

As he walked down the hallway, he noticed a door cracked open, prompting him to investigate. He slowly opened it up, seeing a strand of webbing attached to a chair.

"Bingo," he let out.

He quickly grabbed hold of the web strand and pocketed it. He started making his way towards his exit when the elevator opened up.

"Hey!" a commanding voice called out.

Peter slowly turned around to see a Japanese American woman with short black hair and a black leather jacket approaching.

"Detective Yuri Watanabe, NYPD," she announced, flashing her badge. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Uh…." Come on Parker, think! "I'm with the Daily Bugle. Jameson wanted photos." Nailed it.

"This area is off limits to reporters. How'd you even get in here?"

"Uh… back door?"

Peter chuckled nervously as Yuri noted something sticking out of his pocket.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"Don't play dumb with me."

"Literally, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Having had enough, she just reached over and pulled the web out of his pocket.

"Hey!" he let out.

"This is Spider-Man's web," she recognized. "Stealing from a crime scene is a serious offense, kid. I could have you arrested."

"I was gonna take it to the police," he responded. "The thing is… I don't think it's Spider-Man's."

This got Yuri's attention.

"What do you mean?"

"Well… I've seen Spider-Man in action before. And from what I can tell, his web is usually biodegradable. It dissolves after an hour or so. But this stuff's been here since last night, so-"

"So either it's a mock job, or he's using a different recipe," Yuri cut off, stuffing the web into an evidence bag. "And considering the guy wears the same cheap costume and sounds like a 13 year old who just got their first voice crack, I doubt they can afford a new recipe."

It took every ounce of self control not to respond to that comment.

"Come on," Yuri insisted. "I think you and I need to have a little talk. Downtown."

Before the two could get far, something came crashing through the window behind them, causing them to spin around and see, of all people, Spider-Man standing before them.

"Freeze!" Yuri ordered, drawing her gun.

"Spider-Man" responded by shooting a web at her, pinning her to a wall. He then turned towards Peter, who threw his hands up in surrender.

"Hey, I don't want any trouble," he insisted.

The faux Spider-Man just glared at Peter before taking off down the hall. Once he was gone, Peter turned towards Yuri and was about to try and free her.

"Forget me!" Yuri demanded. "Get the police!"

"Right," Peter replied, running off.

Meanwhile, the faux Spider-Man made his way into another room, quickly gaining access to the computer terminal and getting to work.

"Alright," he said to himself. "Now where were we…"

Finally, he found the file he was looking for. He quickly stuck in a flash drive and downloaded the data. Once it finished downloading, he pulled it out and turned to leave, only for the real Spider-Man to be leaning against the doorway.

"Well, aren't you a handsome gent," Spidey remarked, shooting a web at him.

The fake Spider-Man quickly rolled out of the way before the web hit. Once he landed on one knee, he reached into his belt and pulled out a smoke bomb, chucking it at Spider-Man's feet. It went off, engulfing the area in smoke and causing him to cough in response. He knelt over as the imposter ran up and rammed right into him, knocking him to the ground as he ran down the hall. Spider-Man quickly flipped back to his feet and shot a webline, swinging after him.

As the fake Spider-Man plowed through the stairwell door, he pulled off his mask, revealing himself to be the Chameleon as he scooped up a nearby briefcase.

"And now for the final touch," he remarked, opening up the case to reveal several disguises.

A few moments later, Spider-Man tore through the door and leapt down the stairs, shooting a web to slow his fall so he could land on the ground safely. As he flipped onto the ground, he ran through the door. Just as he ran out though, he was greeted with several police officers entering the lobby.

"Oh boy," he let out, about to turn around.

As he did though, he was greeted by Detective Watanabe going through the same door he came through, looking royally pissed.

"It's Spider-Man!" she called out. "Get him!"

"Hey, wait!" Spider-Man insisted. "I'm not-"

The cops ignored his protests and opened fire on him, forcing him to leap out of the way. He landed on the wall and webbed several cops arms, immobilizing them long enough for him to swing through the window. He quickly climbed up the side of a building, looking back to see Yuri and several other cops storming out the building. Spidey shook his head in frustration before looking back up and going wide eyed when he saw Yuri looking out the window of the floor he encountered the fake Spider-Man. He shook his head again as he looked back at the ground then back to the window.

"What the-"

Just then, the police began opening fire on him again, prompting Spidey to make his exit.

Back at the Baxter Building, the Fantastic Four all convened to discuss the issue of Spider-Man.

"So, what do we think about this Spider-Man issue?" Mr. Fantastic inquired.

"I've always thought there was something off about that guy," Johnny commented.

""Why?" Thing inquired. "The mask give you the willies?"

"Haha, very funny. I'm just saying the guy rubs me the wrong way, ya know?"

"Actually, no I don't," Sue responded. "Everything I've heard about this Spider-Man character has been about somebody trying to do the right thing."

"That's not what Jameson's been saying. He seems to think this Spider-Man guy is just as bad as the guys he takes down."

"Eh, nobody ever listens to that blowhard," Ben remarked. "He seems like a fine enough guy to me."

"Still, it doesn't change the fact that someone, Spider-Man or otherwise, is looking to steal national secrets," Reed reasoned. "I believe we're going to need to find Spider-Man if we want any answers."

Just then, an alert flashed across their screens. Reed went over to the computer to see what was going on.

"What is it?" Sue asked.

"It appears Spider-Man was sighted at Homeland Security… hacking into the systems again."

"That's good enough for me," Johnny remarked, flaming on. "Let's go catch a spider."