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

“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.”

“You can’t save her,” Ock hissed. “You can’t save anyone. Not your uncle. Not Harry’s mother. Not yourself.”

His spider-sense didn't tingle. It hummed . A low, persistent thrum, like a plucked cello string. It had been doing that for three days. Ever since Octavius’s fusion reactor went critical. spider man 2 2004 39

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.

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.

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. “Just the guy on the 39th floor,” he

The city was a smudge of wet neon below him. Rain, cold and insistent, plastered the red and blue of his suit to his skin, but Peter Parker didn’t feel it. He felt the weight of the concrete block he was carrying. Not the physical one—that was easy—but the invisible one crushing his sternum. The one with the words Rent. Tuition. Aunt May. Mary Jane’s wedding.

Then the woman touched his shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Who are you?”

“Thirty-nine floors, Otto,” Peter said, pulling his mask back down. “High enough to fall. High enough to see the whole city. But you’re looking at the wrong thing. You’re looking at the sun. You should be looking at the people down there.” “You can’t save anyone

Then he saw it.

He fired a line, not at the building, but at a passing news helicopter a block away. The pilot yelped over the radio as Spider-Man used the chopper’s momentum to slingshot himself upward, a human pendulum arcing through the rain-slashed dark.

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.

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