MICHAEL DROVE THE two back to the Sanctum Sanctorum in a F.E.A.S.T truck he borrowed. He parked in front of the building and was ready to let them out. Y/N had his red-and-black suit on, now free of the green stains.

"Thank you, sir." Norman told Michael and exited the truck. "Hope to see you again."

Michael stopped Y/N before he could leave and spoke to him.

"Hey. He trusts you. And so do I."

Y/N nodded. "Thanks for getting my suit cleaned."

"For sure. But thank May next time you see her, I wouldn't have known what to use without her."

"You should also get back before she asks where you took the truck." Y/N chuckled and finally left the vehicle. "See you later."

Michael laughed as well and watched his son enter the building with Norman. He drove off soon after.

Y/N and Norman entered the undercroft. Peter, Gwen, Ned, and MJ were at the computer and looked back after hearing them enter.

"Guys, this is Mr. Osborn." Y/N introduced.

"Hey, it's Doctor." He corrected.

"Sorry. Dr. Osborn, these are my friends. This is Ned, Gwen, Peter, and MJ."

He shot a look at the last two Y/N named and pointed at them.

"Peter Parker?"

The boy nodded. "Yes."

He looked at the girl. "Mary Jane?"

"It's Michelle Jones, actually."

Osborn then looked at the blonde. "Gwendolyne Stacy?"

She was taken aback at how he knew her full name. Gwen didn't respond and simply nodded.

"Fascinating." Norman breathed out and walked into the crypt.

"Do you think there are other Ned Leedses?" Ned wondered before sitting back down.

Norman walked around the crypt. Upon looking into one of the cells, he recognized a familiar face.

"Octavius?"

The man turned around and faced him. "Osborn?"

"What happened to you?" He asked about his actuators.

"What happened to–" He paused and stared at Norman. "You're the walking corpse."

"What do you mean?"

"You died, Norman. Years ago."

"You're insane."

"God, I love it here." Max chimed in.

Y/N overheard their exchange and walked into the crypt.

"What are you talking about? He's standing right there." He said, pointing at Norman. "He's not–"

"Dead." Flint Marko interjected from his cell. "They both died...fighting Spider-Man."

Y/N, Norman, and Otto all shared glances. Flint continued to explain.

"It was all over the news. Green Goblin, impaled by the glider you flew around on. And a couple of years later, you, Doc Ock, drowned in the river with your machine."

"That's nonsense. Spider-Man was trying to stop my fusion reactor, so I stopped him." Octavius shot back. "I had him by the throat, and then I–"

He suddenly stopped. Otto recalled the events back in his world and quickly realized.

"And then I was here."

Adrian Toomes spoke. "I remember when you died, Doctor Octavius. With you gone, there was a vacuum within the scientific industry. I tried my best to combine science with military technology to best our enemies. People were in my way and I had to remove them."

He continued. "Spider-Man tried to keep me from my goal. But I had him beaten...bleeding. I was going to finish him on that skyscraper...and then in a blink of an eye...I'm at a river bank."

"Please. Let me tell you something." Max began. "I was whupping Spider-Man's ass. He'll tell you. And then he caused an overload. I was stuck in the grid, absorbing data. I was about to turn into pure energy, and then..."

Just like Otto, Max recalled his moments in his universe. He dropped his expressive hands.

"Oh, shit. I was about to die."

"Max, do you know? Do I die?" Connors asked.

MJ, Ned, Peter, and Gwen had walked into the crypt too during their conversation. Suddenly, Doctor Strange appeared in a flurry of sparks and held a cube.

"Oh, great. You caught another one." Strange said upon seeing Norman.

"No, wait, Strange. He's not dangerous." Y/N called out.

He didn't listen and teleported Norman into one of the cells. Y/N reassured him that everything would be okay before noticing the object Stephen placed on the podium.

"What is that?"

"It's an ancient relic. The Macchina di Kadavus. I've trapped your corrupted spell inside, and once I finish the proper ritual, it'll reverse the spell and send these guys back to their universes."

"And then what?" Otto asked. "We perish?"

"No. No, thanks. I'll pass on that." Max chimed in.

"Let me out of here!" Norman pleaded. "Y/N!"

Y/N looked at the sorcerer. "Strange, we can't send them back. Not yet."

"Why?" He asked.

"Well, some of these guys are gonna die."

"Y/N. It's their fate."

"Come on, Stephen, have a heart."

"In the grand calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinitely more than their lives. I'm sorry, kid. If they die, they die."

Strange floated the cube in front of him between his hands. He closed his eyes and was beginning the ritual.

Y/N looked at his friends, who glanced back with expressions of not knowing what to do next. The web-slinger turned to the cells, seeing the multiversal men in a panic at being sent to an unknown...or known...fate.

He couldn't let them go back knowing they were possibly going to die. He wouldn't be able to live with himself, and nobody was going to die on his watch again.

Y/N shot a web at the cube before Strange could press the button. He looked at the teenager.

"Don't."

He pulled the box into his hand, the force causing Stephen to spin around. He shot his magic-enhanced web at the sorcerer and teleported him into Sandman's cell.

"Holy crap!" Peter exclaimed.

"What are you doing?" Ned asked.

MJ pulled Y/N back. "You got to go. Go!"

Y/N nodded and ran out of the undercroft. MJ and Gwen spread their arms out and blocked the pathway.

Stephen looked through the force field and sighed. He easily went through it and exited the cell.

"This is why I never had kids."

Spider-Man exited the Sanctum and leaped across the street. He tried swinging away with the box but a couple of portals forced him to loop back around. He landed on a car and then back onto the sidewalk.

"Give me the box." Stephen said with crossed arms by the door.

"No." He shot back and tried webbing him with the magic projectile. It didn't work, as Stephen used his magic to make the web-shooter vanish.

Y/N tried swinging away again, but one of his web lines went through a portal and came out of one behind him, sticking to his own foot. Strange conjured an Eldritch whip and it wrapped around Spider-Man's waist. He pulled him down and hit his chest, causing Y/N's astral form to expel from his body.

The boy's ghostly form floated and he looked at his hands. He feared the worst.

"Oh, my God. I'm a ghost! You killed me."

"I didn't kill you, you've just been separated from your physical form." Strange tried to take the box, but Y/N's arm moved away. He tried to snatch it again but it kept retreating.

Stephen was flabbergasted. "How are you doing that?"

"Uh...Spider-Man never reveals his secrets." He replied although he wasn't sure what it was either.

"You should not be able to do that." Strange said as he kept trying to take the box.

Y/N swam toward his body and reentered it. Back in his body, he fell on his back but kipped onto his feet.

"That might've been one of the coolest things that's ever happened to me, but don't ever do that again." He said before swinging away with the box.

Strange threw his cloak in his direction and the sentient fabric put itself on Y/N. It stopped him mid-swing and tried to pull him down.

"Hey! Get off of me!"

The cloak tossed Y/N across the street. Strange immediately activated a spell that transported them into the Mirror Dimension. Before the web-slinger hit the side of a building, he crashed through glass and fell through a gaping hole in the city.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!" Y/N exclaimed as he was hurled across streets as if there was no gravity.

He finally landed on the side of a building, but Doctor Strange was close behind and shifted the nearby structures around them. Y/N swung through the mall complex, weaving through the openings of their walls.

He made it to Central Park but Strange was still on his tail. He threw two mystical discs in front of the teenager, which became portals connected by a whip. Y/N hit the rope and stumbled, but Strange took it up a notch and made an incoming train hit him.

Y/N grunted as he held onto the front. He recalled being hit by a train back in Berlin.

"I'm starting to hate these things."

He saw Strange about to grab the box on top of the train. Y/N webbed and retrieved it, and all Strange could do was sigh.

"What is this place?" Y/N called out as he perched on the top of the locomotive.

"The Mirror Dimension, where I'm in control."

Strange moved his arms around and made the scenery change. They were still on a flying train but the city was flipped, with the skyscrapers in the sky above them and the Grand Canyon below them.

"Strange, stop! Can we just talk about this?"

"Y/N, don't you realize that in the multiverse, there are an infinite number of people who know Y/N L/N is Spider-Man? And if that spell gets loose, they're all coming here!"

"I know, I get it, but we can't just send them home to die."

"It's their fate. You can't change that any more than you could change who they are."

"But what if we could? What if we could change their fate?"

Stephen raised his arms and duplicated the train, looping them around the one they were on. Y/N tried to run away.

"I'm not giving you the–"

He stumbled and fell into a portal Strange conjured. He opened another above the first one and Y/N kept endlessly falling through them. The Cloak of Levitation flew in and tried to take away the box.

Y/N webbed the cloak through both portals and stopped their fall. He tried grabbing the box with his feet.

"Give that to me!"

Strange wrapped the cloak with a whip and tried pulling it free from his web. He forced the portals to collide, in which the Mirror Dimension shattered and became more erratic.

They fell into the Grand Canyon. Strange floated toward his cloak which had the box. Y/N landed on a boulder and looked around at his surroundings.

"Wait a minute. That's an Archimedean Spiral. The mirror dimension is just geometry? Dude, you're amazing at Geometry!"

Y/N leaped into action and started to web different points across the area. Meanwhile, Strange put his cloak back on and had the box.

"It's over, kid. I'll come pick you up when it's done."

Stephen opened a portal back to the crypt and was about to go through it. A shout from the teenager and sounds of thwiping got his attention.

"Hey, Strange. You know what's cooler than magic?"

Before he knew it, Strange was wrapped up and held in between a spiral with webbing. He let out a wail as he was bound.

"Math." Y/N added as he rappelled in front of him. "I knew Ms. Rosen's class would pay off!"

"Don't do this." Stephen said.

Y/N took back the box and webbed Strange's sling ring, pulling it off his fingers.

"Ow." He said.

"I'm sorry, sir, but..." Y/N flipped into the portal and landed inside the crypt. He looked back at Strange. "I have to try."

The portal closed and Y/N stood up, seeing his friends still in the room by the cells. They ran up to him.

"Dude, what happened?" Ned asked.

"I just had a fight with Doctor Strange and I totally won!"

"No way!" Peter exclaimed.

"Look." He held up the gold object. "I stole his ring thing."

Ned took it and looked at the thing in awe. Gwen tried to grab it but the boy wanted it more, moving his hand away.

"I was swinging and I went through this massive mirror thing..." Y/N took off his mask. "And then I was back–"

"Where is he?" MJ asked.

"He's trapped, but I'm not sure for how long."

Octavius spoke up from his cell. "You could have just left us to die. Why didn't you?"

Before he can answer, MJ did for him.

"Because that's not who he is."

Y/N smiled at his girlfriend for a moment before walking up to the cells, the box still in his hand.

"I think I can help you guys. If I can fix what happened to you, then when you go back, things will be different, and you might not die fighting Spider-Man."

"What do you mean by fix?" Adrian asked.

"Our technology is advanced–"

"I can help you." Norman cut in. "You know, I'm something of a scientist myself. Octavius knows what I can do."

"Fix? You mean, like a dog? I refuse." Otto said.

"I can't promise you guys anything, but at least this way, you actually get to go home and have a chance. A second chance. Come on, isn't that worth trying?" Y/N asked them.

"Trust me, Y/N, when you try to fix people, there are always consequences." Connors said.

He turned to the Lizard. "You don't have to come. I also didn't know that you could talk. But if you stay here, then you'll have to deal with the wizard."

"Oh, so we go along or die. Not much of a choice, is it?"

"I just wanna go home." Flint said.

"I, myself, don't wanna be killed, especially by a guy dressed like Dungeons & Dragons, so what's your plan?" Max asked.

Y/N thought for a moment. "I have it all under control."

He walked back to his friends. He held the box in between them.

"What are we gonna do about that thing?" Gwen asked.

"Well, we need to find somewhere safe for it, right?" MJ replied.

"Yeah." Y/N handed it to her. "You gotta take it."

She shook her head. "Wait, what?"

"If something bad happens, I'll text you, and you just push this button, and then it's all over. They'll all be gone."

"We're not gonna leave you."

"You can't come with me, it's too dangerous. You guys have already done enough."

"Dude, we're in this together." Peter said.

"I know, Pete, but I can't do this if I know that you're in danger."

"I've been by your side fighting crime the last year. I can handle–"

"Please, man." Y/N interjected.

Peter sighed and then nodded. Y/N nodded back.

"I need you all together and safe." He turned to MJ and showed her the box. "So, please, take this. Please."

After a moment of hesitation, the brunette agreed to take it. "Okay."

"Thank you."

"But, Y/N, I swear...if I don't hear from you, I'm pressing this button."

"Sure."

"Okay." She looked at the villains and shouted. "And I will do it!"

"Yeah, we all believe you, Michelle." Max responded.

Connors shook his head and muttered. "No way that's his girlfriend. No way."

Y/N pointed at MJ and spoke to the men as well. "She'll do it."

"Oh, she absolutely will." Gwen added.

Y/N did his signature handshake with Peter which ended in a hug and pat on the back. He bid farewell to Gwen, who wished him luck on the plan. He did his handshake with Ned too, and a spark emitted from the sling ring he wore. The boy looked on in wonder and left the crypt as well.

MJ kissed Y/N before following the rest out of the undercroft.

"Be careful, okay?"

"Yeah. You too."

The unmasked Y/N watched his friends leave the room. He turned around and looked at the men within the cells.

"So...who's coming with me?"

• • •

THE FABRICATOR IS what Y/N needed to enact his plan. The only one he had available was back in Happy's condominium in Long Island City, and the teenager assumed he wouldn't mind if they all spent their time there while he was away.

Michael joined his son on the mission to fix the multiversal villains and he was proud that Y/N decided to get out of his way to help them.

Norman, Otto, Max, Flint, and Adrian were in the condo with them. Connors decided to stay in the truck outside.

"Again, I hope Happy's okay with us being at his place for this." Y/N said.

"Oh, he shouldn't mind." Michael replied and looked at his watch. "But we should get a move on with this, I promised May I'd take her to that steakhouse in Tribeca tonight."

"So this is your plan, Y/N?" Otto asked him, his actuators wrapped around his arms and torso. "No lab, no facilities? Just performing miracles in a condominium? What, you gonna cook us some cures and some frozen burritos in a microwave?"

"I could go for a burrito." Norman said as he was fiddling with DUM-E in the dining room.

"He's gonna kill us all." Otto added.

"Well, let's hope not." Y/N said and walked toward the storage room. "You're up first, Doc."

"Hey, I told you, I don't need fixing. I don't need fixing! Especially by a teenager using scraps from a bachelor's junk drawer!"

Norman, Max, and Michael followed Y/N into the room. The boy pulled off the tarp covering the fabricator.

"What the hell is that?" Norman asked.

"It's a fabricator." Y/N replied. "It can analyze, design, construct basically anything."

Michael rubbed his chin. "Jesus. I thought that was a dishwasher Happy forgot to install."

As the fabricator opened up and activated, an Arc Reactor popped out of a compartment. Max looked at it and his eyes sparkled.

"Would you look at that..." He muttered.

The machine kept opening but it went too far and broke through the wall. In the kitchen, Octavius looked back at the wrecked partition.

"He's going to kill us all."

Y/N commenced the creation of Doc Ock's cure. He had a hologram of the design of the actuators and explained his discovery to Norman.

"So the chip in the back of Doc's neck was designed to protect his brain from the AI system that's controlling these tentacles, but if you look here..." He pulled off a piece of the hologram and showed it. "The chip is fried. So rather than him being in control of the tentacles, the tentacles are now in control of him."

He placed the piece on the hologram and looked back at the gadget on the table.

"Which, I guess, explains why he is so miserable all the time." Y/N added.

In the dining room, Max looked out of the window and gazed at the city. Mostly focusing on the many lights turned on.

"Look at this...and all the possibilities."

Flint overheard him as he was looking at a picture of Anya L/N and Morgan Stark together. They reminded him of his daughter, Penny.

"What, this condo?" Flint asked.

"Yeah, yeah, the condo. I love the whole open floor plan." He replied sarcastically. "No. Nah, man. I'm talking about the world. I kinda like who I am here. And that power back in that room, I could be so much more."

Max looked at Flint and continued. "So why did you come along?"

"I have a daughter, and I want to see her. But he's not gonna send anyone home till he's finished his little science project back there."

"You trust him?"

"I don't trust anyone." Flint crossed his arms. "How did you end up like that, anyway?"

"The place that I worked at, they were experimenting with electricity created by living organisms, and then...I fell into a vat of electric eels."

"You're kidding. I fell into a supercollider."

"Damn. Gotta be careful where you fall." Max replied.

He looked at Adrian, who was standing nearby. "How about you, gramps? Care to share?"

Initially not wanting to converse with the men as he waited, he decided to speak.

"Unlike you buffoons, I watch where I walk." He replied.

"A few more years and I don't think you'll be able to." Flint jested.

Adrian ignored his jab and began to explain.

"The companies I spoke to didn't want to move forward with my design. In desperation, I collaborated with a relatively unknown party to test out the suit...on myself. What I didn't expect was such carelessness and treachery. My wings were fused to my arms, tubing in my veins constantly pumping me with adrenaline...since I designed it that way. But for me, it's endless. I was trapped and angry...and swore revenge on those who wronged me."

Max glanced at Flint after hearing his story. It had much more detail and body horror than he needed to hear.

"Well, shit. Maybe getting that suit off is for the best. I don't think the retirement home is gonna let you in looking like that."

Meanwhile, Y/N kept working on the microchip that would disable the AI controlling Otto's brain. Norman looked on in amazement at how the young man performed.

"Remarkable. The technology and you. When all this is over, if you need a job and you're willing to commute to another universe..."

Y/N placed the final miniature rod on the chip. The fabricator whirred as it powered it and the teenager took off his goggles.

"It worked...that totally worked!" He exclaimed and ran out of the room.

Y/N slid into the living room and held the device. Michael looked up from his laptop and noticed his son in a frenzy.

"I got it. I did it. Will you send him up?"

His dad nodded and tapped the small device on the table that secured Octavius.

"Here we go. Sorry, Doc."

The actuators unwrapped themselves from Octavius and lifted him to the second-floor balustrade.

"Oh, will these humiliations never cease?" Otto exclaimed. He looked back at Y/N on the pathway. "You, keep your science-fair project away from me!"

"It'll work. Have faith." Norman said from below.

"Says the reckless fool who turned himself into a monster."

"Please stop moving your head." Y/N said as he tried to place the chip onto the burnt one. "Hold still."

"Don't you dare. I swear, when I get out of this, we're gonna rip you a new–"

Y/N placed in the chip. Immediately, Otto's arms went limp as did his whole body. Y/N was startled by the sudden act and froze.

"Doc?"

There was still no movement. Everybody below watched in anticipation if he'd awaken. Y/N kept calling out to him.

"Doc? Doctor Octa–?"

Otto woke up in a gasp. With widened eyes, he looked around the room and panted.

"It's so quiet...those voices inside my head..." He felt like crying after finally feeling a sense of peace. "I'd almost forgotten."

"Otto." Norman called to his friend.

"Yes. Norman." Octavius descended from the second floor using his tentacles. "It's me."

Y/N vaulted over the railing and landed on the first floor. He smiled at Otto. Flint crossed his arms and nodded in an impressed manner.

"Would you look at that?" He remarked.

Y/N tapped the device on the counter and freed the unpaired actuators from it, giving Otto free reign to use them. The man placed one of the arms on Y/N's chest, transferring the small amount of nanites he'd taken before and giving it back to him.

The nanobots coated his red-and-black suit, forming a golden spider logo on the front and back. It was an act of thanks by the doctor and the arms.

"I'm grateful, dear boy." Otto shook his hand. "Truly."

"Yeah, you're welcome."

Octavius nodded and smiled at the boy. "How can I help?"

Octavius and Osborn, both renowned scientists, assisted Y/N in developing a cure for each individual that was left. While the teenager was in the dining room, Otto and Norman continued working.

"How does it feel, Norman?" Otto asked him. You're about to become whole again. No more darker half. Just you."

Norman, still facing the desk he was at, stopped working and replied. "Just me."

He finally turned around and smiled at Otto, who in turn reciprocated the act.

Outside the room, Y/N began the process of curing Max. It dealt with a circular device that connected to his chest.

"That should be drawing power. I'll come back in a second to check on it, but keep an eye on the lights. When they're all green, that means all the electricity in your body's dissipated." Y/N hesitated. "Well, not all of the electricity. You need electricity for your brain to function. Your nervous system is..."

Max kept staring at Y/N. The boy sighed and awkwardly looked back down at his laptop.

"I'm not really sure why I'm explaining electricity to you."

"Yeah, can I ask you a question?" Max asked.

"Sure."

He pointed at the Lego pieces on the table. "Are these your Legos?"

Before he can answer, he heard a chime in the storage room where the fabricator was.

"I gotta go. I'll be back."

Outside of the condominium, a few Daily Bugle vans were parked. J. Jonah Jameson arrived and came out of his car to speak with his people.

"Well, where is he?" He asked.

"He's inside." A man replied.

"And yet here we are, outside. Did you not hear me say, don't lose him? I want incriminating footage of Spider-Man."

"I know, sir, just–"

"I called Damage Control. They're on their way."

Nearby, the Lizard was in the F.E.A.S.T truck, looking through a gap at the Daily Bugle workers. Connors smirked.

"And so it begins..."

Back inside, Y/N was working on the device that'd free Adrian from his combat suit. Amidst his tinkering, he heard the familiar ringing between his ears. It gradually became louder and the boy looked up on high alert.

Y/N put down his tools and stood straight up. He moved away from his desk and looked around the room.

Otto noticed his vigilant state. "Y/N?"

"What's wrong?" Norman also asked.

"I don't know." He replied.

Y/N walked out of the room and entered the living area. He darted his eyes around the space.

"Dad?" He called out.

Moments later, Michael came downstairs. "What is it?"

He didn't respond and stood in the middle of the living room. He looked at each man, trying to comprehend what his senses were alerting him about. Amidst the loud ringing...he could hear the faint sound of cackling.

"What's happening?" Flint asked.

Max stepped closer. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Norman glanced at Y/N and then walked toward DUM-E in the dining room. Michael kept his eye on his son, wondering what he was sensing.

Y/N closed his eyes and relaxed his rapidly beating heart. He honed in on his spider sense and the ringing began to subside. With an inhale, he opened his eyes and shot a web in the direction of Norman.

His hand was stuck to the top of DUM-E. Norman looked at it and smirked, turning toward the hero. His face alone showed that it was no longer Norman Osborn in control, but the Green Goblin.

"That's some neat trick..." Goblin said. "...that sense of yours."

"Norman?" Otto called out.

"Norman's on sabbatical, honey."

Max was confused at his sudden change of tone. "The hell?"

"The Goblin." Y/N said as he glared.

The boy glanced at Michael, who looked back and gave a nod. The man crept into the storage room as the villain began to speak.

"No more darker half? Did you really think that I'd let that happen? That I'd let you take away my power just because you're blind to what true power can bring you?"

"You don't know me." Y/N shot back.

"Don't I?" Goblin grinned. "I saw how he trapped you, fighting his holy moral mission."

Michael re-entered the room, now holding a bag containing the unfinished cures for each villain. Norman glanced at the man for a moment before continuing.

"We don't need to you save us. We don't need to be fixed." Goblin looked at Flint, Max, and Adrian. "These are not curses. They're gifts."

"Norman, no." Otto spoke.

"Quiet, lapdog." He shot back.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Y/N said.

"I've watched you from deep behind Norman's cowardly eyes. Struggling to have everything you want while the world tries to make you choose. God's don't have to choose...we take."

Y/N stared at the Goblin. He knew what would have to go down between him and the villain. He just needed Michael to get out with the rest of the cures.

"Dad, run!"

Michael listened and did as told, knowing the cures were vital and wanting to get them as far away as possible from Osborn.

Max decided to act in his desires as well. He ripped off the device on his chest and shot a bolt of electricity across the room. He pulled the Arc Reactor from the fabricator and through the hole in the wall and into his hand.

Goblin freed himself from the webbing and charged at Y/N, punching him across the face and heaving him up into the staircase. He hit the steps and fell on his stomach.

Marko fled in a flurry of sand out of the window, avoiding the situation entirely. Adrian chose to do the same, breaking open the floor-to-ceiling window and flying out.

Max still held the reactor in his palm. The lights within the building began to flicker and he was about to drain the rest of the power.

"Oh, my God. What have you done?" Otto asked him.

Max faced Otto. "I liked you better before."

He raised his arm and held Octavius in a burst of electricity. He dragged him across the room and hurled him through the wall. Otto fell out of the building but was able to hold on using his arms.

Below, Jameson and his people looked up and saw Doctor Octopus. He grabbed his cameraman and pointed.

"Up here! He's up there. It's the guy from the bridge!"

Suddenly, lightning shot down at the street they were on. Electro, combined with a swirling tornado by Sandman, rained down chaos upon the news crews. The Lizard clawed out through the side of the truck he was in and stormed away.

Jameson saw the running reptile and glanced at his cameraman. "Was that a dinosaur?"

Back inside the condo, Spider-Man and the Green Goblin engaged one another. Y/N ducked under one of his punches and countered with his own. Norman took the hit and responded with an uppercut.

The force caused Y/N to crash through the window behind him but shot a web at Goblin's chest to catch himself. Norman grabbed the line and immediately threw him through another window and into the balcony.

Goblin got on top of Spider-Man and grabbed his collar. Y/N quickly stuck two web lines to the ceiling and pulled themselves up, shifting positions midair and kicking Norman through the floor.

He punched Norman and was about to swing away, but the villain grabbed his leg.

"No, you don't!"

He pulled him down and then threw him through another sliding glass door. Goblin tried to stomp on Y/N but he rolled out of the way. Y/N webbed the man's chest again and pulled him into his fist. Norman grimaced at the hit and reacted by picking him up by the shoulders and throwing him through the wall.

Y/N hit another wall and landed on his side. Goblin broke through the door of the room they were in and entered the hallway, walking up to the downed web-slinger.

"Strong enough to have it all." Goblin spoke.

Y/N got up and webbed the desk behind him, throwing it at Norman. The super-powered scientist broke it apart with his forearm and parried a punch that followed.

He continued. "To weak to take it!"

Goblin punched Spider-Man in the chest and hurled him across the hallway. Y/N quickly got on his feet and charged Norman, stepping off the wall and getting on top of him.

He pinned him to the wall and wailed hits across the man's face. It didn't phase Goblin, as he smiled through the barrage of punches and let out a cackle.

Y/N kept punching Goblin, but the villain grabbed a hold of his legs and power-bombed him through the floor. Y/N groaned amidst the rubble and looked through the hole above, seeing Norman walk away.

He got up and limped toward the window in the hallway. He broke it open using his webs and climbed out of it. The unmasked Y/N wall-crawled amidst his exhaustion and pain then looked down at the newscasters below.

J. Jonah Jameson stared up at Spider-Man. "Now I got you."

Y/N stared back but was suddenly grabbed by the Lizard. He held the hero by the head and shouted at him.

"I told you, there'd be consequences!"

Connors threw Y/N through another window and scurried away. The teenager slowly got up but was grabbed by Goblin who was already on that floor. He tossed Y/N up onto the ceiling and then grabbed him again, suplexing him through several floors.

They finally crashed down into the lobby. Michael had taken the stairs and was about to leave just when they arrived. Goblin was on top of Spider-Man amidst the rubble and started strangling him.

"Your weakness, Y/N, is morality. It's choking you. Can't you feel it?"

Michael stopped watching and chose to act. He took the antiserum Y/N was working on and ran toward Norman. He jabbed the syringe into his neck and the villain yelped as he let go of the teenager.

Goblin stood up and took the syringe out of his neck. Y/N got on his stomach and coughed.

"It didn't work." Goblin exclaimed as he threw the injector aside.

The villain looked at the boy, who was trying to get up. He then glared at Michael and spoke to him.

"Norman was right." He went up to Y/N and stomped on his back, forcing him to hit the floor. "He got it from you, that pathetic sickness."

Michael grabbed a long piece of rebar from the floor and grasped it, staring down Goblin.

"Get away from him! You want to take someone on? Then take me!" He shouted.

Goblin chuckled and crouched down beside Y/N. He whispered into his ear.

"Back where I'm from...before I was sent here, I was about to go after your mother. But I guess he'll have to do."

Y/N raised his head slowly and tried to call out. "Dad..."

Goblin grabbed his hair and held the boy's head up, forcing him to look at his father.

"You tried to fix me..." He said.

Y/N groaned. "Dad...go..."

"Now..." Goblin continued. "I'm gonna fix you."

He could hear the sound of whirring outside the doors of the lobby. The noise was just like what he heard when Goblin first appeared on the bridge...it was his glider.

"Dad...run...please..." Y/N weakly muttered.

Michael kept staring at Goblin, grasping the rebar and wanting to attack the villain. Suddenly, Norman's glider crashed through the doors and hit Michael. The man was hurled forward, where he struck a column and then fell to the floor.

"Dad!" Y/N exclaimed.

Goblin stood up and went over to his glider. He put his purple hood up and leaped onto the aircraft, spinning it around and facing the boy.

Y/N slowly got into a pose, facing Norman and panting.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. No good deed goes unpunished. You can thank me later."

He glanced at the injured Michael nearby. Y/N noticed where his gaze was just when the Goblin activated one of his pumpkin bombs. With a menacing grin, he tossed it in the direction of the boy's dad.

"No!" Y/N exclaimed and dove toward it. He batted it away, but it exploded and the kinetic force sent him across the room.

Goblin flew out of the lobby, throwing more bombs on the street and blowing up the news vans outside. Some of the crew were injured but many were able to run away.

Back inside, Y/N slowly got up. He saw his father stumbling to his feet as well, coughing and groaning in pain.

"Dad? Dad, I'm here." He called out as he got up.

Michael still held the bag containing the cures. He walked up to his son and hugged him.

"I'm here..." Y/N breathed out. "Are you okay?"

"Of course, man. I'm fine." Michael pulled away and replied amidst pants.

He stepped forward but stumbled a bit. Y/N grabbed his arm and let him rebalance. The teenager knew he must've been experiencing the same disorientation he was.

"It's okay. We're okay, right? I got you." Y/N said.

"Right...right. You got me." He replied. "And I got you. I was just knocked on my ass, that's all."

Y/N nodded and let out a weak chuckle. He held the side of his torso and groaned.

"Argh...I think I broke my ribs."

Michael pat his son's back. Y/N breathed in as he looked around the destroyed lobby of the condominium.

"This is all my fault..." Y/N said.

"No." Michael butted.

"I should have just let Strange send them back."

"You did the right thing, kiddo." He faced his son. "They would have been killed. You did the right thing."

"It's not my responsibility, Dad."

There was a moment of silence before Michael replied. "Oh...you're thinking about what Osborn said? My moral mission? No."

"Dad, no–"

"Y/N, listen to me."

Michael held his son's shoulders and looked into his eyes. He thought back at what his late wife would tell him and Y/N. It dealt with the natural talents of a person and their responsibilities in using them. He wanted to remind his son of that lesson but in his own words.

"You have a gift. You have power. And with great power, there must also come great responsibility."

Y/N stayed quiet after hearing what his father said. He gently nodded.

"I know."

"Okay...now, let's get...let's get the hell out of here." He replied, looking a little winded.

"Okay, let's go."

Y/N started walking forward. Michael was going to follow but suddenly stopped. He held onto his son's shoulder.

"Wait, bud...let me just catch my..."

Michael let go of Y/N and looked at his hand. He stumbled and fell back, but the boy reacted quick enough to grab his head before it could hit the floor.

"Whoa...what happened?" Y/N asked as he crouched over his dad. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I'm okay." He muttered.

"I know you are. What happened?"

"Like I said...knocked on my ass. Just...catching my breath."

"Okay, well, catch your breath. I'm right here. We're gonna take our time, you catch your breath, and then we'll go to the hospital, all right?"

Y/N looked down, noticing the red stains seeping out of the shirt beneath Michael's jacket. He looked further and moved the sweater aside, inadvertently coating his fingers with blood. Michael was profusely bleeding from his wound.

"Everything all right?" Michael asked weakly, his delirium making him oblivious to the injury he had.

Y/N looked outside, seeing DODC vans arrive. Out of desperation, he called out for their help.

"Somebody help! I need an ambulance, please! Somebody?"

Michael noticed his son in hysteria. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened." He reassured Michael. "You're okay, you're okay."

Michael nodded. "Let me just...let me just catch my breath...then we'll go."

"I'm right here, Dad. I'm right here."

Michael didn't respond and kept breathing rather weakly. Y/N palmed the side of his face and nodded.

"You're okay. I got you. All right, Dad? I got you."

Michael let out a few more breaths...and then ultimately stopped, his eyes half-lidded. Y/N noticed that his father had quieted.

"Dad?"

He stared at his face, and the more Y/N kept looking, the more dread he felt within him. He called out another time, but he was still unresponsive.

"Dad? Would you look at me, please? You got me? You got me, right, dad? Dad?" Y/N tried shaking him awake. "Please, will you just wake up and talk to me? Please?"

Outside, DODC agents advanced toward the entrance with their rifles raised. Happy Hogan arrived in his van and parked in front of the blown-open doors. He looked through the opening, seeing Y/N over the body of Michael.

Y/N looked back at him, tears streaming down his face and not knowing what to do. Happy glanced down and thought for a moment, and then exited the car to confront the agents.

"Hands up! Now!" They exclaimed.

Happy used himself as a distraction to preoccupy the agents and stop them from entering the building. They pinned him against the hood of the car and handcuffed him.

"Y/N! Run!" He shouted.

The teenager heard his yells but kept looking at his dad's expressionless face. He cried as he held his head up.

"I got you, Dad. I got you." He sobbed and kissed the top of his forehead, letting out shaky breaths. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...so sorry. I love you."

Agents outside began to yell.

"L/N! Come out with your hands up!"

"Come out right now, or we will open fire!"

Happy shouted again. "Run!"

The DODC officers shot inside the lobby. A bullet hit Y/N on the shoulder and caused him to fall back. He held his wound and looked out through the opening, seeing an agent arresting Happy and the rest storming the entrance.

They entered the lobby and looked around with their rifles raised. They saw no sign of Spider-Man...only the lifeless body of Michael L/N laying beside a pile of rubble.

"Tragedy. What else can I call it? What more need be said? The damage, the destruction. You saw it with your own eyes."

It was raining and Y/N stood on a rooftop in Times Square. The bag containing the villains' cures was on the floor by his feet. On a large screen ahead, J. Jonah Jameson gave live coverage of the attack.

"When will people wake up and realize that everywhere Spider-Man goes, chaos and calamity ensue? Everything Spider-Man touches comes to ruin. And we, the innocents, are left to pick up the pieces."

Y/N looked up at the screen, the rainfall pouring onto his bloodied and bruised face. The boy was grief-stricken and filled with guilt. He was starting to believe the words of the journalist.

"J. Jonah Jameson reporting. Good night, and God help us all."