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

Then he was there.

He didn't think. He acted.

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. spider man 2 2004 39

Then he saw it.

Not fire. Arms.

The fight on the 39th floor was different. No quips could mask the exhaustion. Peter’s body felt like a bag of loose hammers. He caught one actuator, then another slammed into his ribs. He heard something crack. The woman scrambled inside. Good. One less worry. Then the woman touched his shoulder

He hit the 39th-floor balcony feet-first, sliding on the wet marble. The woman gasped, finally waking from her trance. Ock’s actuators whipped around. The mechanical voice—part hydraulics, part Otto’s corrupted rage—screeched.

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

He rolled under the descending claw, grabbed the live wire, and jabbed it into the puddle just as the actuator’s metal claw closed around his throat. He didn't think

And that’s when the hum stopped.

And behind her, a flicker of orange.

“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.”

“The power of the sun… in the palm of my hand.”