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“Just the guy on the 39th floor,” he said, and swung back into the rain.

Doc Ock’s actuators slithered out of the shattered glass door of her penthouse. The woman still didn't move. She was in shock, he realized. Or worse, she was sleepwalking. The actuators moved with a terrifying, deliberate grace. They weren't attacking. They were searching . The claw on the third arm opened and closed, holding a glinting cylinder—a chunk of the runaway tritium core.

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

And that’s when the hum stopped.

“The power of the sun… in the palm of my hand.” “Just the guy on the 39th floor,” he

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 webbed the third actuator to the floor, but the fourth—the one with the tritium cylinder—swept his legs. Peter went down hard, his mask snagging on a broken planter. For a moment, the rain washed over his bare face. Peter Parker’s face. Young. Terrified. Tired. She was in shock, he realized

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

“Yeah, I’ve heard the pitch,” Peter grunted, dodging a claw that sheared through a steel lounge chair like tinfoil. “Not interested in a timeshare.”

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.

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.