Uncle Martin?!
The familiar face beneath the mask sent Peter Parker's mind reeling. He had never imagined that this ordinarily gentle philanthropist was secretly a ruthless gang leader.
No! Something's wrong! Uncle Martin clearly isn't himself right now.
Peter Parker was intelligent, and he quickly noticed the difference between Mr. Negative and Martin Lee. But whatever hidden troubles Martin Lee had, Peter had to subdue Mr. Negative first.
I have to get Uncle Martin back on the right path!
His resolve renewed, Spider-Man lunged forward again and threw a punch at Mr. Negative.
Although Mr. Negative's strength and speed were inferior to Spider-Man's, his fighting skills were far better, leaving the two evenly matched for the moment.
As they grappled, Peter Parker's Spider-Sense suddenly screamed at him to dodge. Without thinking, Peter immediately stopped his attack and bent backward until his body was nearly horizontal.
A brown blur whistled over Peter Parker with tremendous force and slammed into the wall beside him.
Peter Parker took a closer look. The flattened lump of brown material that had fallen into the corner appeared to be a deflated football.
This scene... feels a little familiar...
Peter Parker muttered to himself, then turned toward the direction the football had come from.
Cold sweat instantly soaked Spider-Man's back.
Standing before him was Peter Parker's greatest natural enemy in this life-"Doctor Ingenious," Kraft Lee!
Wait! I'm not Peter Parker right now! I'm Spider-Man! Why should I be afraid of this little menace?!
He instinctively touched his cheek. Only after feeling his mask did Peter Parker come to his senses and start desperately psyching himself up.
"Martin, I never knew you had African ancestry..."
Having thrown the football, Kraft ignored Peter Parker, who was busy mentally preparing himself. Instead, he looked Martin Lee up and down, taking