No one knew how much time had passed when Wolverine Miles Warren woke up and heard people talking.
"So this guy was the culprit? Unbelievable. I hadn't seen him in years, and I never imagined he'd actually try to kill me. This world really was insane."
Still groggy, he heard that familiar, detestable voice: Spider-Man. This guy had clung to him like a ghost. Oh, no, that wasn't right. He had been the one planning to cling to Spider-Man like a ghost, but for some reason, he seemed to have failed.
Why had he failed?
Even Wolverine could not find an answer.
But he knew his plan had failed. When he opened his eyes, he saw Spider-Man—the damn loser, fat shut-in, washed-up middle-aged bastard—and Scarlet Spider—the clone who should have been dead—both studying him. As for himself, he was tied to a chair with ropes.
There was no need to worry about him breaking free, because Peter had used Anti-Venom's "treatment" to erase his superpowered genes, completely restoring his genes to how they had been before his modification. He had basically lost all ability to cause trouble.
"Oh, he's awake."
Ben Reilly was the first to approach Wolverine. After carefully examining him, he curiously asked, "So? How do you feel? Aren't you surprised I'm still alive? Come to think of it, what should I call you?"
"I don't think this is the time for ethics jokes."
Peter walked over to Miles and stared at him curiously. "There's something I'm more curious about. Where exactly did you get all that villain equipment? If you had gotten one set, or even three to five sets, I could understand. But you got nearly a hundred sets. That wasn't something you could have acquired, and this world couldn't have done it either."
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