Spider-Man swung himself on his web through the concrete and glass labyrinth of New York City. He had already stopped three muggings in the past hour, and now decided to swing by the George Washington Bridge. This was the place where Green Goblin had dropped his beloved Mary Jane and a trolley car full of children, leaving him to choose which one he would save. He had managed to save both the car and MJ, but not without great physical strain. There's a great "how I met your mother" story for the kids, Peter mused. "Well, I saved her from plummeting to her death after a psycho threw her off a bridge." He audibly laughed, something he often did while swinging around the city, since it could get a little boring after almost ten years. It was peaceful for a few minutes, but as he let go of one of his weblines, soaring through the air and preparing to shoot another, he felt a sting in his side. He quickly fired off a web and zipped on top of a building so he could check what had happened to him.

There was a syringe sticking out of his side, filling itself up with the webbed warrior's blood. Spider-Man quickly yanked it out, and just as he was about to crush the thing, it sprouted a pair of mechancal wings and began to fly off. The high pitched wail of the NYPD's squad-car sirens prevented him from beginning to chase it, and he instead ran off to attend to the more immediate danger.

"Professor Warren! Professor Warren!" A bald old man in a white labcoat hobbled as fast as his geriatric limbs could carry him into Professor Warren's classroom. The biology professor and part time practicing biologist looked up from the microscope he had been staring into and gave his attention to the other scientist.

"What is it, Dr. Fargo?" Miles asked, intrigued as to what would cause the old man such excitement.

"We've just successfully cloned a frog without the use of a surrogate mother and thrust forward its aging process!" exclaimed Dr. Fargo, rushing his words in excitement. "Professor Warren, this is a scientific breakthrough... No, more than that. Do you know what this means for the scientific world?"

"What, what does it mean?"

"Miles, we just created a fully adult frog!"

Warren's mouth dropped open as he struggled for words to speak. One part of him, the part that considered this something that could be greatly used for the good of mankind, scratched at the back of his brain. But the part of him that thrust itself forward, practically bursting through his frontal lobe, told him to use this for his own selfish desires. Warren stumbled over to his desk and pulled the slide from under the microscope which held the cells that he had been studying.

"Dr. Fargo... th-these are some... dog cells that I've been studying. Perhaps you could.. eh... attempt to clone these as well..?" He hoped that his obvious nervousness wouldn't give him away.

"Certainly!" Apparently it hadn't. "I'll begin the process on these cells right away!" Dr. Fargo took the slide began hobbling back down the hallway from which he had come, telling everyone he met along the way, "We did it! We did it!"

"PARKER! Dammit, Ms. Brandt, where the hell is Parker? I want him down at that station now, as in yesterday!" J. Jonah Jameson, Editor-in-Chief for the Daily Bugle, was fuming. There had recently been reports of a hostage situation down at the police station. What J.J. didn't know was that Peter was already on his way.

Somehow, a small army of convicts had escaped from Ryker's and were holding the daughter of Police Captain George Stacy hostage at gunpoint in the station. Needless to say, Spider-Man was on the scene in no time. As the station came into view, Peter could see that the situation was worse than expected. There were plenty of SWAT vans down there, and all of the SWAT team members had their machine guns trained on the building.

"So, where are all the convicts?" Spidey asked as he touched the ground. As far as he could tell, the only people in the area were the SWAT team and himself. One of the SWAT members chuckled a little.

"All the convicts? Man, webhead, watch the news. It's just one guy. Some whackjob named Cletus Kasady," he condescendingly replied.

"How can one guy hold off a freakin' SWAT team?"

"He's got some girl in there with him. If we went in the--"

Before he could finish what he was going to say, a high pitched scream rang out.

"NOOOO!!" BANG!