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Doc Ock loomed over him, the rain sizzling into steam where it touched the reactor on his back. The actuator with the cylinder raised it high for a killing blow.

He landed on a ledge, high above the screaming gridlock of 42nd Street. The clock tower of the old MetLife building read 11:47 PM. He had thirteen minutes left of being Spider-Man tonight. Then he had to become Peter again. The Peter who had failed his organic chemistry midterm. The Peter who had watched Mary Jane walk down the aisle in a dream he’d woken up from in a cold sweat.

And that’s when the hum stopped.

He almost said I don’t know anymore . Instead, he looked at the number on the balcony door——and for the first time that night, he smiled. A tired, real smile. spider man 2 2004 39

Then he saw it.

39 , Peter thought, already leaping. That’s high. Too high for a web-swing. One shot.

The surge was violent. Blue-white light erupted. The actuator convulsed, its grip spasming open. The tritium cylinder flew from its grasp, arcing over the railing. But the electromagnetic burst did its work. For one second, the actuator’s mag-locks failed. The cylinder dropped—straight into Peter’s waiting hand. Doc Ock loomed over him, the rain sizzling

And he saw the tritium cylinder. Magnetic seal. Highly susceptible to electromagnetic pulses.

“The power of the sun… in the palm of my hand.”

For three seconds, he was pure flight. No doubt. No guilt. No memory of Harry’s sneer or Jameson’s headline: SPIDER-MAN: MENACE OR THREAT? The clock tower of the old MetLife building read 11:47 PM

He webbed it to the ceiling of the balcony, then kicked Ock backward through the shattered door. The actuators scrambled, trying to reorient, but the sudden loss of the core fragment made the main reactor on Ock’s back stutter. He roared in frustration.

For a fraction of a second, Otto Octavius’s eyes cleared. He saw the crying woman. He saw the young man in the torn costume, bleeding from the lip. He saw the broken furniture, the rain, the pathetic, beautiful chaos of it all.

He checked the police scanner app on the cheap phone Aunt May had given him. Nothing. No robbery, no carjacking, no cat in a tree. Just the hum. And the rain.