Marvel's Spider-Man

It only took three weeks,

seven hours, four wrenches, and two school blackouts,

but we have our Storm Impact Pattern Machine built.

What do you plan on doing with your first million?

I mean, after SIPMA gets funded by all the corporations

attending Horizon's Open House.

Let's finish it first and go yacht shopping later.

But if SIPMA gets funded, I'm totally buying a hot-air balloon.

Ooh. Fancy tastes.

Peter, what's wrong?

Not enough hours in the day!

Only 24 of them left until the open house!

Hope your project's ready!

Endless bad-guy attacks,

a looming school deadline, and me without a changing room.

He must be really far behind.

I haven't seen Peter this frantic since that whole Spider Island business.

When every single New Yorker, including us, got spider powers...

It was madness.

Luckily, everybody was cured.

Yeah. Everybody.

Well, Pete should've managed his time better.

Look at everything we've accomplished on our project.

With these antennas set to measure ion-charged air,

SIPMA should be able to predict oncoming weather events,

like superstorms, more effectively than science can now.

Time to see this baby in action.

Looks beautiful.

And it can all be controlled by an app on my phone.

Wow. I think this thing might actually work.

Yeah!

Huh?

Wait.

Something's wrong. Either the machine's broken,

or Midtown's about to get a tornado.

Ion buildup on Antenna 4.

Your ears just pop?

More like reality just popped.

Aah!

Gwen, Anya, get out of here!

I don't know how long I can hold the Spot!

Hold what spot?

Guessing he's talking about that human Dalmatian.

We gotta call the police. Avengers. Whatever!

Aah!

Whoa! This guy can teleport stuff?

Run!

Too late!

Anya, Gwen, watch out!

Huh? Aah!

Time to split!

"Time to split"? Did you just make an atom pun?

The adrenaline. I couldn't help it.

Get to safety. A whole string of weird, new bad guys have been after me.

Huh?

Spidey's gonna get slammed.

We can't just call the cops. They'd never get here in time.

We have to do something.

We both know who could help.

Yeah, us! Doing what we do best... science.

That's not what I was... Come on!

You know the crazy readings we got right before the portal popped open?

Those portals probably charged the air with ions, which SIPMA can detect.

Hmm. It's still connected.

Let's put your hypothesis to the test.

There's an ion spike near Antenna 1.

Open SIPMA's video feed.

Look! Pop goes the portal. We can predict

where he's gonna strike next.

But how does that help?

I've got an idea.

These portals are somehow created by ion flow, right?

What if instead of just detecting Spot's portal energy,

we could distort it by redirecting the ion waves?

Hmm? Hypothetically possible,

if we had a way to project the ion pulses.

But we'd have to pump an insane amount of power into SIPMA.

And I know just the thing.

- Come on! - Anya, wait!

If whatever you're planning fails,

you need to be prepared to use your...

It won't fail.

What's up here that's going to...

Oh, the school's solar grid.

Hello, insane amount of power.

Now to find a way to transmit the ion pulses.

The sat dish!

Yes!

I love science!

I hate everything!

Got the app fired up and ready.

Hate to think what this is gonna do to your phone's data plan.

They offered me unlimited.

I think the company's gonna regret that.

Fifty percent sync! Come on already!

I... think... I'm... going... to... be... sick!

We got sync!

But the Spot's closing up his portals!

He could've sent Spidey anywhere.

Underwater, the top of a mountain, deep space...

We can take control of his portals now, right?

Open them back up. We have to get Spidey!

Ugh! I can't! They need to be active.

He's leaving and taking the portals with him!

Should I...

Yes! Anya, open his portals again.

You know what you need to be.

Fine. Amazing it is.

Hey, Mr. Polka Dot!

We're not through here!

Looks like Spider-Girl hits the Spot.

Your first line in costume, and that's what you went with?

What? That was totally classic battle banter.

Seriously, cut the puns and get him to send out his portals!

I'm all the way over here, Spotty.

How you gonna get me?

Huh?

Aah!

This is way more painful than Spider-Man lets on.

Gwen, his portals are active. Do your thing!

Almost.

Yes! Got it! Let's see what we can do.

Redirecting portals now.

Time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You've got a neat trick, Spot.

Thought we'd get in on the action.

Finish him up. We've gotta get Spidey.

Be cool. Don't freak out.

You just beat your first bad guy as Spider-Girl.

No biggie.

Nice!

Now to get Spidey back.

If I invert the polarity...

There! I reoriented one of his portals via quantum tunneling.

It should take you to the exact coordinates where Spidey was sent.

Weird first day, huh?

Yeah. But normal's overrated.

Come on, Spider-Girl. I know you got this.

Polar... bears...

Spidey, wake up.

What happened?

Our machine was able to take over the Spot's portals.

- No big thing. - Weird.

I could've sworn another spider person saved me from...

polar bears?

Yeah.

Hypothermic hallucinations can be very convincing.

Oh, heads-up. The police are on their way to arrest the Spot.

The police aren't the biggest fans of me right now.

Don't know how to thank you guys enough. You saved my life.

Saved by science.

It's how we do.

You ever gonna tell him?

What? That I'm the only person that kept their powers after Spider Island

because of the experimental cure I tested on myself?

Nope.

Why not? It's awesome.

As fun as dressing up as an arachnid may be,

going to college and running a tech company

someday is all the adrenaline I need.

Muggers and maniacs already have enough heroes to deal with in this city.

What are more webs gonna add?

You know I'll support whatever you decide.

But I gotta admit, I'm a little jealous of those powers of yours.

Plus you got some rad moves.

Could be one of the greats. Top ten, easy.

Maybe someday.

Twenty-three hours till my open house project is due.

Fighting with the Spot really put a hole in my day.

Whew. Gotta focus...

Open house project's

almost done... for...

Worst alarm clock ever!

Oh, man. If a near head-on collision

with a semi doesn't wake me up, nothing will...

Wait! Wh-Where'd the sun go?

But it was just daytime!

I didn't just fall asleep, did I?

Oh, man. Gotta get back. Only eight hours left now.