Spider-Noir

Hi, this is Robbie Robertson calling.

Mr. Robertson, you're never getting your old job back.

I'm onto something truly sensational!

Three POWs from the same camp with super abilities isn't a coincidence.

The only thing Silvermane gets off on is power.

If he gave it to me...

...then he can take it all away.

They did something to you all, didn't they?

All I know is that once it starts, it gets worse fast.

But you should talk to Doc Faber.

She can explain what's going on a whole lot better than I can.

One of those super freaks is tearing up the Diamond District.

The Spider is there.

Who the hell is this guy?

-Me and The Spider have teamed up... - Not-not a team.

-...to save this city! -Not a team. No, not a team.

Every four years, I decide who sits in your chair.

I'm not backing down.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Spider.

-Hey. -

Hey, lady, what's your hurry?

After you.

So...

So, yourself.

We're about to turn over the pies.

This one's on the house.

What, more of a blueberry guy?

No, there's just not a lot of free stuff going around these days.

Thank you.

Very kind.

I'm waiting, you know.

You already know how it ends.

Well, then start from the beginning.

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We were sent to liberate a small town in Eastern France.

The Germans weren't so keen on giving it up.

Move, move, move!

Scheiße.

Charge!

- -

- -

Jones. Jones!

Get 'em out!

-Get 'em out. - Please.

-Private, follow me. -Yes, sir.

Move.

Let's go.

If I was the one who had been shot,

and I almost was,

none of this would have happened to me.

I think about that a lot.

Private Smith and I pressed deeper into the compound.

Jesus.

Let's get 'em out of here.

Help me.

You okay, pal?

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Are you okay?

-Reilly. -

Are you okay?

Sarge, Sarge!

Sarge!

-What do we do? -Burn it.

Burn it all.

Ready.

Ready.

One, two, three.

And that was it?

After that you were...?

Yes.

It took some time at first just to relearn how to be more human again.

Believe it or not, I went to the movies, I watched the actors,

I studied the way they spoke, the way they moved.

The arachnid genes are still in me.

The tics, the... thoughts, impulses.

But I manage to suppress them.

Most of the time.

You once told me you were a coward.

And to think I almost believed you.

If Flint was there, his powers must have come from the same place.

Hard to think otherwise.

Is that the real reason you took the case?

Yes.

In part, but, yes, I-I did it because I wanted to learn something from Flint.

If something gave both of us these powers, maybe something could take 'em back.

Would you really want that?

Lose all your powers?

Go back to being just... Ben Reilly?

Since Ruby died, that's all I've thought about.

Being just Ben Reilly.

More coffee?

Thank you, Thelma.

You said he's an actor?

We can call him Star Man.

Aspiring actor.

Still working his day job as a subway driver.

Subway driver?

It's almost too good.

The Conductor.

Mm.

It-It's electricity, he's a conductor.

Oh, no, the issue wasn't one of comprehension.

You got photos?

What do you think?

Ah. I'll let the Bugle publish my story on one condition.

You'll let?

Okay, calm down.

What's the condition?

You run my piece as is or not at all.

Now, I need your word, Walters, no changes.

Unless, of course, you'd rather I take this to the Herald.

- -You got a lot of nerve,

telling me how to do my job.

What is that?

Fine, sure, whatever you want.

And I want the Bugle to print a retraction about Lonnie Lincoln and Flint Marko.

That's two conditions.

Anything else?

Well, now that you mention it...

- -

It's good to be back.

- -

Hey.

Good to see you, too.

So the prodigal son returned home, huh?

Guess Silvermane took you back with open arms.

You can say what you want about him.

That man takes care of his own.

-One big happy family. -Yeah.

There's room for one more, brother.

No offense, but I'm done putting my life on the line for white men.

It won't be like that, Lonnie.

No?

What, then?

Silvermane want me to do his laundry?

Or maybe he wants me to perform, do a little hambone.

You can't live like this forever, Lonnie.

Buddy, with whatever's happening inside us,

I'm not too worried about living forever.

All the more reason we need to take what we can while we can.

I'm not a criminal.

Why don't you tell that to the mayor or the cops?

Take your pick.

We're wanted men, whether we like it or not.

Do you think that's new to me?