At the airport, a woman in a magenta overcoat and a hat walks out of the arrival gate, as a little girl pulls on her mom's hand and notices the woman.
The woman then holds up her smartphone, with the screen saying "Blocked Caller".
The woman tabs the phone's screen and holds it up her head, "I just arrived. Have the preparations been made?"
"They have," Roderick Kingsley turns around in a chair, holding a green OsBerry to his head, then grins. "We are free to begin."
"Evidence"
Spider-Man is web swinging through the city, "I don't believe this."
He lands on a building's roof, looking over the city, "It's been a few days and I still haven't been able to pick up Hobgoblin's trail. No way he's done after attacking Tombstone's building and OsCorp."
Spider-Man fires a web line and starts to swing past the Midtown Manhattan Magnet High School.
Later on at school, Peter closes his locker, sighing, "Hopefully I can figure something out after school…"
"Here it is."
Peter turns to see Sally hurries up to her locker, with Rand behind, before opening the locker and puts out her Osberry phone.
Sally turns to Rand, "Told ya' the 'final my phone' on my Osberry was a good download."
"Yeah great, but you should put that away before a teacher confiscates your phone," Rand suggests.
"They wouldn't dare," Sally says, before noticing Peter looking in their direction. "What? Never saw an Osberry before?"
Sally starts to walk away, with Rand shrugs his shoulders before following her.
"Except for the one from my mentorship," Peter mumbles, then notices Harry down the hall, turning a corner. "Speaking of Norman… and Goblins…"
"Hey, Harry."
Harry turns to see Peter hurrying over to him, "Hum, it's been awhile, how have you been?"
Harry looks away, grins for a moment, before turning back to Harry, "Good, in fact Gwen and I are having dinner with my mom today."
"That's… great, Harry," Peter says, before Harry starts to walk away.
Peter then notices Sally and Rand walking down another hall, with Sally texting on her Osberry, "If only I have an 'find my goblin' app." Peter starts to walk away, when he pulls his Osberry out of his pocket. "'Find my goblin'..."
Peter starts to look to the side, "Maybe… yeah, and after helping Aunt May with paying the bills, then I should have just enough from the last paycheck to pay a visit at the electronics store after school." Peter holds up his Osberry. "Yes, this could work."
At the Daily Bugle, Betty is approaching Ned, who is sitting at his desk, talking on the phone.
"Yeah, yeah, well, thanks for nothing," Ned hangs up, frustrated.
"Are you okay, Ned?" Betty asks.
"I'm fine," Ned rubs his brow. "Just trying to follow up on a lead on the Hobgoblin."
"I'm sure you will find something," Betty assures him.
"Jameson isn't so sure," Ned glances at Jonah's office, before sighing. "I couldn't find Spider-Man's identity, or get anything on the Green Goblin, and with him having disappeared…"
Betty places a hand on Ned's shoulder, "I know it isn't easy, but you shouldn't let it stress you out, perhaps…"
"What you know," Ned swipes Betty's hand away, looking at her with an angry expression. "You're just a secretary. It's not like your career is on the line."
Betty takes a step back, almost frightened.
Ned's expression softens, as he stands up, "Betty, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, any of it." He sighs. "You are right, I'm under a lot of stress." He gives her a quick kiss. "I'll see you later."
Betty turns and watches as Ned walks away, worried, "Yeah, I understand."
Sitting on top of a skyscraper, Spider-Man is holding a small tracking device in between his fingers.
"Cost a tad bit more than I thought, and I'm not entirely sure the shop owner believed me when I said it was to keep track of a roaming cat, but hopefully it will be worth it," Spider-Man studies the tracking device. "Although, on second thought, it's not too aerodynamic, maybe if it has more of a spider design…"
At that moment, his Osberry starts to ring. Spider-Man places the tracking device into his belt beneath his suit and pulls out his Osberry, seeing the caller ID is Robbie.
Spider-Man pulls up part of his mask, uncovering his chin and mouth, before answering his phone, "Hey, Robbie."
"Peter, I hope this isn't a bad time?" Robbie asks.
"No, I'm completely free," Spider-Man says. "What's up?"
"Have you heard about Roderick Kingsley?"
"Kingsley, is he the owner of a perfume company?" Spider-Man asks. "Not to mention, had the winning bid on the Rhino specs."
"That's right," Robbie starts. "He's hosting a party later today, and I wonder if you are interested in taking pictures for the Bugle? It would help to show Jonah that you can do more than take pictures of Spider-Man."
"Not to mention the additional pay wouldn't hurt after my recent purchase, and the Hobgoblin probably can wait one more night," Spider-Man thinks to himself, before firing a webline. "Sure thing, Robbie."
Spider-Man starts to webswing, as Robbie continues, "Great. By the way, it's formal. Will that be a problem?"
"I can dust off my tux from the Fall Formal," Spider-Man continues to webswing, while talking on the phone. "It's better than my other black suit."
Gwen arrives at the Osborn Home, with Harry closing the door behind her.
"You look great, Gwen," Harry tells her.
"Thanks, Harry," Gwen responds.
"So, this is the famous Gwen Stacy," Emily says, as she approaches the couple.
Gwen notices Harry blushes for a moment, before facing Emily, "Actually, we have already met, Mrs. Osborn."
"Ah yeah, at my husband's funeral," Emily says. "Always a good memory."
Gwen starts to get nervous, sweating slightly.
"No point in wasting time, we should get to the dinner table," Emily says.
Emily turns and starts to walk away, with Harry and Gwen following.
"Things are already so awkward," Gwen whispers to Harry.
"You'll be fine, Gwen," Harry tries to assure her.
At the party in a skyscraper, where people are talking, with tables of different perfume samples next to some refreshments and a giant perfume bottle in one corner, as Peter is passing between people and taking pictures.
Peter starts to turn when he notices the woman in the overcoat is arriving at the party. Peter starts to lower his camera, "Who could that be?"
"Peter Parker."
Peter turns to see Jonah is approaching him, "Mr. Jameson, you want a pic taken?"
"Mmhm, I wonder if you could take pictures of anything besides that menace Spider-Man," Jonah says.
"I'll try my best," Peter says.
"You better try better than your best," Jonah leans in close to Peter. "And let me remind your teenage mind, an exclusive contract doesn't guarantee any jobs." Jonah starts to walk past him. "Now, stop wasting time talking."
"But you were talking to me," Peter whispers, unaware that Robbie is approaching.
"Don't mind, Jonah, Peter, he's just on edge," Robbie says, with Peter turning to face him.
"What else is new?" Peter jokingly asks.
Robbie sighs, "And unfortunately, he isn't the only one on edge."
"What do you mean?" Peter asks.
"Ned Lee," Robbie starts. "He has been stressed out ever since he was given the Hobgoblin assignment. I only gave him the job because it could tie into the Green Goblin."
"Yeah, I think the same thing," Peter thinks to himself.
"Now I wonder if it was a mistake," Robbie says to himself, as Peter watches.
Meanwhile, Roderick is talking to an elderly woman as they approach a table of perfume samples.
"Ah, but it's not ridiculous at the least," Roderick continued their conversation. "I even have a friend overseas who dabbles in hypnosis." He picks up one of the perfume bottles. "But I have to admit, personally, what I found hypnotic is our newest perfume coming out this summer."
Roderick gently sprays the perfume in the elderly woman's direction, who smells and smiles.
"Bet you can't guess the key ingredient…" Roderick starts.
"Amber," the woman in the overcoat approaches, drawing Roderick and the elderly woman's attention. "Mixed with vanilla, with a hint of jasmine. Far from hypnotic. At least for my taste."
"And who are you?" the elderly woman asks.
The woman in the overcoat gives the elderly woman a friendly nod, "Narda Ravanna."
"Narda Ravanna?" Roderick repeats, before smiling. "Yeah, I remember, you're some competition from overseas."
"Spent a lot of time overseas?" the elderly woman asks.
"I have to disagree, I don't see us as competitors," Narda starts. "More like." She points at herself. "Entrepreneur." She waves a hand at Roderick. "Thief."
Peter and Robbie approach the scene.
"May I remind you, Ms. Ravanna, there's no proof I stole anything from you," Roderick tells her.
"Just because there was no proof, doesn't mean a crime wasn't committed," Narda tells him.
"Suit yourself," Roderick pulls his orange smartphone out of his pocket and looks at the screen. "Now, if you don't mind, there's some business I have to take care of."
Roderick pockets his phone and starts to walk away.
Narda focuses her eyes on Roderick.
Gwen, Harry, and Emily are eating at the Osborn dinner table.
Gwen takes a bite of her food, looks down slightly, before facing Emily, "Mrs. Osborn, all the food is so delicious."
"Houseman handled the cooking," Emily responds without looking up from her food.
Silence follows among the group.
"Gwen, I heard you visited OsCorp the other night," Emily says, causing Gwen to temporarily choke on her food before washing it down with her drink. "Though the guard at the lobby front desk sent you away."
"Why were you at OsCorp?" Harry asks Gwen.
"W-With news about a new Goblin villain, I was worrying about you, Harry," Gwen tells him, lowering her drink back onto the table. "And I thought you might've gone to OsCorp."
Harry smiles, "I'm glad you were so concerned about me… but why did you think I went to OsCorp…?"
"I remember Harry said if it wasn't for your concern, he might not be able to get through his recovery in Europe at the end of last year," Emily interrupts.
"Yeah, I can still remember it…" Harry says, before looking to the side. "I wonder if this… Hobgoblin had gotten his hands on Gobulin Green."
"Not possible," Emily says, with Harry and Gwen looking at her. "Gobulin Green is under lock and key, and out of any thief's reach."
In a darkened office room, Roderick is typing at a computer, searching through different files.
"C'mon, where is it…?" Roderick wonders to himself.
At that moment, Roderick looks up at the sound of the door open and the light turning on to see Jonah entering.
"Ah, Roderick," Jonah says upon seeing him. "Guess you need a break like I did?"
"Yeah, that's right, the party was too much," Roderick starts to get up.
"Trust me, you don't have to tell me," Jonah says. "I wouldn't even bother if not for sponsors like, well, I don't have to tell you."
Jonah gives a small laugh, as Roderick walks around the desk to approach him, "Of course, but we shouldn't be gone for too long. So, why don't you rejoin the party, and I'll follow in a few minutes."
Jonah shrugs his shoulders, "Ah, I don't mind keeping you company. Especially with all the ad spaces you had purchased. So, off the record of course, what are you up to?"
Roderick holds up a green smartphone, with the text message, "Hurry up."
"Nothing really…" Roderick responds, annoyed.
Peter is taking pictures, when he turns and sees Robbie. After a small hesitation, he approaches Robbie.
"Robbie, I was wondering, who was that woman that was talking to Roderick?" Peter asks.
"I actually didn't recognize her at first, but I do remember reading about her in a Daily Globe article," Robbie starts, when he notices Narda is texting on her smartphone. "Narda Ravanna runs a cosmetic company in Europe and some time ago, she accused Roderick of stealing her chemical formula for his perfume release, which uses Atropa belladonna."
"Atropa belladonna?" Peter repeats, holding a hand to his chin. "Why does that sound familiar…?" He then lowers his hand and looks at Robbie. "Wait, is it also called the deadly nightshade?"
Robbie nods his head, "It might be a unique concoction, but Narda could never provide concrete proof that Roderick stole it from her." He then notices Narda is walking away. "And it looks like she still nurses a grudge."
Narda approaches someone, "You can't escape from the truth forever."
Roderick turns around to face her, with him looking concerned, "W-What are you talking about?"
Narda gets annoyed, "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Kingsley. And I'm losing my patience with you." She pulls a small perfume bottle out of her pocket, before starting to whisper to Roderick. "Know what this is, Kingsley? Pure extract of Atropa belladonna, unlike what's part of the formula you stole from me. Small enough dose will induce paralysis and unconsciousness, and a large enough dose…"
"What are you doing…?" Roderick asks, softly, and sweating.
"The truth will come out, even if I have to force it out of your stealing mouth…" Narda threatens.
Meanwhile, Peter is lowering his camera when he notices Roderick and Narda, when his spider sense goes off, "What are they…?"
Suddenly some of the windows are blown out, with people screaming and backing away from the windows.
Then Hobgoblin comes flying in on his goblin glider, "I hope nobody minds my intrusion, but since such a party is so stale, then I must be a nice breath of fresh air."
Harry and Houseman are carrying a couple dishes out of the dining room, as Emily and Gwen are collecting the rest of the dishes.
"So, Gwen, I was wondering," Emily starts. "Why did you go to OsCorp to check on Harry? Why not just call him?"
"I-I guess I wasn't thinking," Gwen claims.
"That's surprising, since you have good enough grades to get an internship at ESU's Bio-Lab," Emily says.
"I just made a mistake, that's all," Gwen claims, lifting up a handful of dishes.
"Guess it is normal for someone in love," Emily says. "It was because of love, was it?"
"I, hum, I-I better get these dishes into the kitchen," Gwen nervously backs away, before turning to leave.
After Gwen leaves the room, Emily crosses her arms, "That's what I thought. But if Gwen is what Harry wants…"
Hobgoblin, flying high, looks over the party, "Since I've crashed the party, I say this is the perfect opportunity to clean house of some valuables."
Peter backs up to a door, opens it with his hand behind his back, then sneaks through the door, as no one notices.
Meanwhile Jonah and Roderick enter from a door on the opposite end of the room.
"What's all the commotion?!" Jonah asks, when he notices Hobgoblin. "Oh."
Narda slips her perfume bottle back into her pocket and starts to back away, as the Roderick next to her turns to face the Roderick next to Jonah.
The first Roderick looks at the other Roderick then backs up at Hobgoblin, "What's going…"
"What've we got here?!" Hobgoblin interrupts, as he lowers slightly on his goblin glider. "Gotta admit, I was not expecting to see doubles."
"I wasn't expecting to see you either."
Hobgoblin turns to see Spider-Man web swing through one of the broken windows, flips and lands on the ceiling.
"But I'm not complaining," Spider-Man focuses on Hobgoblin.
"See if you complain about this," Hobgoblin says, before he turns and throws two razor bats.
Spider-Man jumps off the ceiling, dodges the two razor bats, then fires a webline to catch one and starts to swing it at Hobgoblin. Hobgoblin just barely manages to dodge Spider-Man and the razor bat by flying past them, then fires finger lasers at Spider-Man, knocking him to the ground, with the razor bat crashing next to him.
"I should know you have something to do with that Halloween freak," Jonah says.
"Needlenose?" Spider-Man looks up at him. "This is the third party we both have been to in so many months." He fires a webline. "Didn't know we run in such similar circles."
Spider-Man web swings away, as Jonah watches him, angrying.
"This is getting too hot," the Roderick next to Jonah says, before he runs past him.
"Roderick?" Jonah responds to him running.
Hobgoblin fires another finger laser, which Spider-Man doges, before noticing the running Roderick, "Hey the party isn't over yet." He pulls out a pumpkin bomb. "I can guarantee it to be a real blowout!"
Hobgoblin throws the pumpkin bomb at the running Roderick.
"NO!" Spider-Man fires a webline and pulls himself past Hobgoblin.
The running Roderick looks over his shoulder, seeing the approaching pumpkin bomb, as a webline flies between them, connecting to a wall. Spider-Man lands and pulls on the webline, with the pumpkin bomb hitting it before bouncing off and flies out a broken window and explodes harmlessly.
The running Roderick falls down from the force of the explosion.
Spider-Man stands in front of him and offers a hand, "Are you hurt?" His spider sense goes off. "What?" Spider-Man turns to see Hobgoblin hovering in space on his glider. "It's… not Hobgobby, then why…" Behind Spider-Man, Roderick is returning to his feet. "Unless…"
Spider-Man jumps and flips over Roderick, fires a webline at his head and pulls, pulling off a mask, revealing the Chameleon.
Spider-Man lands on the ground, looking ahead, "Aha, isn't it my favorite Chameleon."
"That Roderick was a fake," Jonah says, shocked, as the other Roderick runs over to him. Jonah glances at Roderick and pulls on his cheek.
"Ow."
"C'mon, Jameson, you should be used to not knowing the truth by now," Spider-Man says, as he tosses the fake Roderick mask to the side.
"Y'know, Spider-Man, I was prepared for more interference from you," Chameleon straightens himself. "So I ordered a special gear."
Chameleon pulls out a transparent blue bola and throws it at Spider-Man, with it quickly wraps around him, pinning his arms, and surging him with electricity.
"Hey! What this, Electro's security bola?!" Spider-Man jokes as he struggles to break free, with the electricity getting stronger.
"A little gift from Tinkerer, the more you struggle, the worse your pain will be," Chameleon explains.
"Oh, and I thought I had the best toys," Hobgoblin says.
"However, I wasn't prepared for you," Chameleon says.
"Mmhm," Hobgoblin grins. "I am in a generous mood, so out of common courtesy, you are dismissed." He leans forward slightly. "Just be more careful about who you steal from now on."
"Yes sir," Chameleon says, before turning and hurrying out of the exit.
Hobgoblin backs up slightly, when he notices the elderly woman raises a hand, "Can the rest of us leave too."
"Funny," Hobgoblin says, before he notices Spider-Man continuing to struggle with the bola. "On the subject of stealing, I think I will steal the credit of axing the Spider-Man."
"Someone should help Spider-Man," Robbie takes a step forward, but Jonah crosses an arm in front of him.
"Are you kidding, this is the perfect opportunity to unmask that menace," Jonah says, before looking around. "Where's Parker?"
"More I struggle, the worse the pain…" Spider-Man whispers, as he struggles, before he starts to relax his arms, with the electricity slowly dying down. "So in the reverse…"
"Hey, what are you?!" Hobgoblin notices the electricity dying down, before he holds up a pumpkin bomb. "No last second saving herself."
"I perfect 'last minute saving'," Spider-Man falls to his side and fires a webline to the top of the giant perfume bottle. "It give me more time."
Spider-Man pulls on the webline, pulling over the giant perfume bottle, with Hobgoblin flying back to avoid it, as the giant bottle crashes onto the ground as a solid object.
Spider-Man sits up, fires a webline to the crashed razor bat and pulls it to his hand, then uses it to cut through the bola.
"I have to admit, I'm growing tired of you," Hobgoblin says, raising the pumpkin bomb, when a shot of webbing hits, sticking it to his hand.
"And I have to admit," Spider-Man shoots a webline and pulls him up toward Hobgoblin. "You're not the first to tell me that!"
Spider-Man reaches Hobgoblin and punches him, but Hobgoblin flies backward with his glider, exiting the building, with Spider-Man following on a webline.
"You're not getting away this time," Spider-Man follows Hobgoblin on the side of the skyscraper.
"I have to disagree," Hobgoblin fires a finger laser from his free hand, which Spider-Man dodges, before firing two weblines to the roof and pulling himself up.
Hobgoblin manages to pull the pumpkin bomb free from his hand, then drops it.
Spider-Man flips over the pumpkin bomb, which explodes and sends him flying onto the roof.
"Sorry, Spidey, this has been a blast," Hobgoblin starts to fly backward. "But I must cut this short."
"Not just yet," Spider-Man slips the tracking device from his belt and starts running.
Hobgoblin, still flying backward, starts to throw pumpkin bombs. Spider-Man flips over one pumpkin bomb, before it explodes, then web slings another pumpkin bomb and throws it to the side, as it explodes, then walks up the side of an air conditioner and jumps off. Hobgoblin starts to turn away, as Spider-Man reaches out with one hand, placing the tracking device on Hobgoblin's back.
"Na ah," Hobgoblin starts to fly, with Spider-Man landing on the edge of the roof. "You can't reach me. HAHAHAHA!"
"Oh yeah?" Spider-Man pulls out his Osberry.
The Osberry's screen says "Tracker: Signal Received".
Spider-Man tightens his hold on the Osberry, "You're mine."
At the Osborn home, Gwen and Emily are approaching the front door, with Emily placing a hand on Gwen's shoulder.
Emily leans to Gwen and whispers, "Harry cares a lot about you, which I'll respect, however I won't let anyone get in the way of the future, Harry's father and I planned for him."
Gwen looks at Emily, nervously, "I-I also want what is best for Harry."
Emily leans back, "Make sure not to forget that."
Harry approaches the pair, "Mom, I'm gonna walk Gwen out."
"Just make sure to come back up right away to do your studying," Emily smiles.
Emily then watches as Harry and Gwen walk out the door. As the door closes, Emily's smile turns into a frown.
At the party, several cops including Captain George Stacy, Stan Carter, and Jean DeWolf are taking people's statements.
Robbie with his phone walks over to Jonah.
"I don't believe that no nothing Parker just disappeared," Jonah says.
"Peter just called," Robbie starts. "He apparently forgot to tell his aunt he might be home late because of the party and he stepped out to do that before all this happened."
"And we have no pictures because of it, huh?" Jonah crosses his arms, as Captain Stacy overheard.
Carter and DeWolf approach Captain Stacy.
"Captain, we got everyone's statements except for the student photographer and a Narda Ravanna," DeWolf reports.
"Do we have her contact information?" Captain Stacy asks.
Narda is riding in the back of a limo, angry and talking on her smartphone, "So the files that proved Roderick stole my formulas couldn't be found."
The Chameleon is in a back alley, talking on his smartphone, "I am truly sorry about that. It was either deleted or hidden somewhere else."
"I better not be expected to pay for such a failure," Narda's heard saying on the phone.
"Of course not, your down payment will be refunded," Chameleon responds, before whispering to himself. "I'm getting tired of that."
"What was that?" Narda asks.
"Nothing," Chameleon quickly says. "Will you require my services again?"
"Not at the moment," Narda holds up her perfume bottle. "Both plan A and the least temperament plan B failed. But there might still be other methods to get what owned to me."
Back at the party, Captain Stacy is talking to his detectives, "Okay, that should be all we got here." He turns to the side. "Though I wish we could at least get something on the Hobgoblin."
Spider-Man then slides upside down on a webline behind him, "You know, Captain." Captain Stacy turns to face him. "I might just be able to make your day."
Spider-Man is web swinging through the city, with police cars following. Spider-Man looks at his Osberry in mid web swinging, with a blinking dot on a map on the screen.
Spider-Man lands on the side of a building, holding up the Osberry showing the map, then lowers it to see a church, with a broken window near the top.
Spider-Man fires a webline, pulls himself through the broken window and lands on the rafters. He looks down to see Hobgoblin, having lied on the floor, getting back up to his feet next to the goblin glider and a chair.
"Someone must've had a rough landing," Spider-Man jokes, before firing a webline, hitting a column, which Hobgoblin sees. He pulls himself down, "Geronimo, Hobgobby!"
"Razor bat," Hobgoblin throws a razor bat.
Spider-Man fires another webline and pulls to dodge the razor bat, "So that's what those are called."
"Pumpkin bombs," Hobgoblin throws two pumpkin bombs.
"Getting tired are we?" Spider-Man jumps and fires a webline, snatching a pumpkin bomb and throws it out the broken window where it explodes in the air. "You are literally telegraphing your moves."
Spider-Man grabs the other pumpkin bomb and throws it into the air, with it exploding and breaks apart some of the rafters.
Hobgoblin holds his arms over his head, as pieces of the rafters fall down, before Spider-Man kicks Hobgoblin into the chair.
"Have a seat," Spider-Man webs Hobgoblin to the chair. "And now, with a special batch of nonconductive webbing…" Spider-Man flips over Hobgoblin, fires a webline at his mask. "I can safely unmask…" Spider-Man lands and pulls off the mask. "You…"
Spider-Man takes a couple steps back, lowering the mask.
At that moment, the police led by Captain Stacy burst into the church, with their firearms at the ready, before lowering them.
"Isn't that Ned Lee from the Daily Bugle?" Jean asks, as Ned, still webbed to the chair, looks up with a blank look on his face.
At the Daily Bugle, Robbie is entering Jonah's office, before closing the door behind him.
"Jonah."
"I still don't believe this entire waste of an evening," Jonah starts. "Another party ruined by a costume freak, that gloryhog Spider-Man showing up, and no pictures from that useless…"
"Jonah, I just heard on the police wire that the Hobgoblin had been unmasked and arrested," Robbie says.
"Well, speak it out man, we could run a special edition…" Jonah says, unaware that the door is opening.
"The police are saying the Hobgoblin is Ned Lee," Robbie says.
A stack of paper hitting the floor, with Robbie turning around and Jonah looking ahead to see Betty in the doorway.
"No…" Betty's disbelieving. "I-It's can't be…"
Standing on a building, Spider-Man watches as the police are taking Ned into a police car. The entire time Ned seems almost catatonic.
"This can't be for real…" Spider-Man thinks.
"Ned Lee," Robbie starts. "He has been stressed out ever since he was given the Hobgoblin assignment."
"Could the stress push Ned too far…" Spider-Man thinks to himself. "And Betty, how she's gonna handle all of this." He gets ready to fire a webline, but stops himself. "The Hobgoblin had caught…" He fires a webline and starts to web swing away. "But I can hardly call this a victory, not by a long shot…"