Spider-Man: No Way Home Page #7

And so it begins.

Peter?

- What's wrong? - I don't know.

May?

What is it, Peter?

What's up, Peter?

Why are you looking at me like that?

That's some neat trick. That sense of yours.

Norman?

Norman's on sabbatical.

The hell?

Goblin.

No more darker half? Did you really think that I'd let that happen?

That I'd let you take away my power just because

you're blind to what true power can bring you?

- You don't know me. - Don't I?

I saw how she trapped you.

Fighting her holy moral mission.

We don't need you to save us.

We don't need to be fixed.

These are not curses.

They're gifts.

Norman, no.

- Quiet, lapdog. - You don't know what you're talking about.

I watched you from deep behind Norman's cowardly eyes.

Struggling, to have everything you want,

while the world tries to make you choose.

Gods don't have to choose.

We take.

May, run!

Oh, my God. What have you done?

I liked you better before.

Up here! He's up there. It's the guy from the bridge.

Did you see that?

Get off me!

Strong enough to have it all...

Too weak to take it!

Now I've gotcha.

I told you there'd be consequences!

Your weakness, Peter...

is morality.

It's choking you.

Can you feel it?

It didn't work.

Norman was right.

He got it from you. That pathetic

sickness!

You tried to fix me...

May, go... May...

Now, I'm gonna fix you.

May, run, please...

May!

Peter, Peter, Peter...

No good deed goes unpunished.

You can thank me later.

No!

- May? - Peter...

May, May... I'm here.

I'm here.

- Are you okay? - Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Really?

Yeah.

It's okay. We're okay, right?

Yeah.

Knocked off my head.

- Yeah, me too. - That's all.

I think I broke my ribs.

This is all my fault, May.

I should've just listened to Strange and let him send them back...

You did the right thing.

They would have been killed.

You did the right thing.

It's not my responsibility, May.

What Norman said?

My moral mission. No.

No, Peter. Listen. You listen to me.

You have a gift.

You have power.

And with great power,

there must also come great responsibility.

Yeah. I know.

Let's get out of here.

Okay, let's go.

What happened? Are you okay?

Yeah, you're okay. What happened?

Just helps me... to catch my breath...

Okay. Well, catch your breath. I'm right here.

We're gonna take our time,

you catch your breath, and...

and we'll take you to a Doctor, okay?

Are you okay?

Somebody help. I need an ambulance.

Please, somebody...

What happened?

Nothing. You're okay. You're okay.

I'll just... catch my breath...

Okay. I'm right here. I'm right here.

I'm right here.

We're okay.

Just me and you.

May?

May?

Will you look at me, May? Please?

May? May?

What are you doing, May? Please, will you just wake up and talk to me, please?

Peter!

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Run!

Tragedy.

What else can I call it?

What more need be said?

The damage...

The destruction...

You saw it with your own eyes.

When will people wake up, and realize

that everywhere Spider-Man goes...

Chaos and calamity ensue.

Everything Spider-Man touches comes to ruin.

And we, the innocents, are left to pick up the pieces.

J. Jonah Jameson, reporting.

Good night.

And God help us all.

Still nothing?

No.

I'm gonna press it.

- What? No! - Peter told me to wait, but...

I'm gonna do it.

I just wish... I just wish that we could see him.

- Ned? - Yeah?

Do that again.

Yeah.

I just wish we could see him.

Okay...

I just wish we could see Peter.

Salamangkero!

You're right. I am magic.

- Is that him? - Yeah, yeah. It has to be.

- Peter. Peter! - Hey, Peter!

Peter!

Hi. Hi!

No, no, no. It's okay, it's okay. I'm nice guy.

Okay...

Who the hell are you?

I'm Peter Parker.

That's not possible.

I am Spider-Man.

In my world. But then, yesterday?

I was...

I was just here.

Wow.

String theory...

Multidimensional reality...

And matter displacement.

All real?

Yeah...

Knew it!

This has to be because of the spell.

The spell?

- Like magic spell? - There's no spell.

- No spell. - No.

Magic's real here, too?

- I mean.. - Shut up, Ned.

No, it's not real.

- Shut up. - I mean...

There's magicians and stuff, but there's no like...

Stop it. Stop.

- Prove it. - Prove what?

That you're Peter Parker.

I don't carry an ID with me, you know?

Kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing?

Why'd you do that?

To see if you have the tingle thing.

I have the tingle thing, just not from bread.

Can you not throw the bread again? You're a deeply mistrusting person.

And I respect that.

- Crawl around. - Crawl around?

- Yes. - No.

- Crawl around. - Why do I need to crawl around?

- Cause it's not enough. - This is plenty.

- No, it's not. - Yes, it is.

- Nuh-uh. - How do I stick to the ceiling?

Do it.

Ned...

sabihin mo diyan sa mamang yan,

na alisin yung agiw sa sulok. Ha?

My Lola's asking if you could just get the cobweb there.

- It's too, like, up there? - Yeah.

Thank you.

We're good?

We're good.

For now.

So, I opened a wrong portal to the wrong Peter Parker.

Yeah, I guess you just keep doing it until you find the real one.

- Ouch. - No offense.

- Okay. - Okay.

You're good.

Find Peter Parker.

What's with the eyes and hand?

Find Peter Parker.

Find Peter Parker!

Great, it's just some random guy.

Hello.

I hope it's okay, I just came through this...

It just closed.

You're Peter?

Yeah. Peter Parker.

I... I've seen you two...

Hi.

Wait. He's...

He's not your friend...

Whoa, it's... So you're Spider-Man too?

Why didn't you just say that?

I generally don't go around advertising it.

Kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing.

- That's what I just said... - That's what he just said.

Ikaw, ha? Nagkalat ka nanaman.

Linisin mo lahat ng mga basura mo dito.

At ikaw? Alam mo na gusto ko itong bahay natin, maayos.

pero tingnan mo, dumi dito, dumi doon.

My Lola's asking if you could clean up the webs that you just shot.

Oh. Sorry, Lola.

Yes, of course.

I'm going to bed.

Good night, Lola.

This might seem kind of weird, but...

I've been trying to find your friend ever since I got here.

I just had this sense that...

That he needs my help.

Our help.

He does.

We don't know where he is.

And, umm...

Honestly, right now, we're all he really has left.

Well, is there some place,

that he might go that has meaning to him?

Like a...

a place where he would go to just...

Get away from everything?

For me, it was the top of the Chrysler Building.

Empire State.

Better view.

That is a sweet view.

Yes.

Yeah, I think I know exactly where that would be.

Peter, there's...

there's some people here...

Who?

Hey. Wait, wait, whoa.

Sorry...

About May.

Yeah. Sorry.

I got some understanding of what you're going through...

No, please don't tell me that you know what I'm going through.

Okay.

She's gone.

It's all my fault.

She died for nothing.

So I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place.

- Peter... - Please, don't.

You don't belong here. Either of you, so I'm sending you home.

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