Kraft's side of the story alone certainly wasn't enough to convince Peter Parker. Never mind that Peter knew perfectly well he had no brother-even if he did, what kind of older brother attacked his younger brother the moment they met?
"I don't remember having a brother who's too afraid to show his face."
The Peter Parker of this world was just as much of a chatterbox. He shot webs at Kraft while keeping up his wisecracks.
"How about I take you to the police station and let the police help you find your little brother?"
"Aren't you hiding your face behind a mask too? That's even more proof that I'm your older brother... Peter Parker."
Kraft sidestepped Peter's webbing, then charged at him in a low crouch. Taking advantage of Peter's momentary distraction at having his identity exposed, he punched him in the face.
Peter Parker shot out a web to steady himself after being sent flying. Shock and doubt filled his mind, but he hastily denied his identity.
"What Peter Parker? I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Heh..." Kraft sneered. "It doesn't matter if you won't admit it. Now, let your big brother see what you're made of!"
With that, Kraft charged at Peter Parker again, swinging a fist at him.
Smack!
Peter raised a hand to block Kraft's fist, then used Kraft's arm as a pivot to whip a high kick at his head.
Kraft ducked beneath Peter's attack, wrenched his right arm free of Peter's grip, and drove an elbow into his chest.
The elbow strike knocked the wind out of Peter, sending him plummeting toward the ground. But he quickly recovered, shooting a web at a nearby building and pulling himself back into the air.
What greeted Peter, however, was the sole of Kraft's foot.