Once again, Spider-Man had messed things up. But to be fair, this time, he only deserved half the blame—the other half lay with Aunt May.
Aunt May knew very little about these villains or the multiverse, yet she refused to trust the professionals, like Doctor Strange. Her overwhelming compassion drove her to insist that Peter should "cure" these villains. On the surface, it seemed like a noble, moral stance, but in reality, it was just arrogant and selfish self-righteousness. To put it bluntly—it was plain foolishness.
If you're determined to do good and play the saint, shouldn't you at least consider the serious consequences if things spiral out of control?
Setting aside the dangers of triggering a multiversal crisis, just take a look at these villains—they're murderers who kill as casually as breathing. And yet, because of your so-called "noble" sense of morality, you release these dangerous lunatics into a bustling, populated city? How is that anything but irresponsible?
Sure, there's nothing wrong with healing or saving others. Wanting to redeem these lost villains isn't inherently wrong either. But for the safety of yourself and innocent bystanders, shouldn't you at least implement some proper safety precautions?
Instead, you left these highly dangerous criminals completely unrestricted and began concocting cures for them in a ramshackle little "lab"—this isn't confidence, it's reckless arrogance.
So when Green Goblin grabbed Peter and started pounding him into the ground, many viewers weren't the least bit surprised. From the moment Peter defied Doctor Strange and brought the villains back home with zero preparation, this outcome felt inevitable.
Strange shook his head and sighed, "Kid, you've still got a lot to learn."
Young Peter clutched his aching head in pain. "Was I… was I wrong? No, it wasn't supposed to turn out like this… Aunt May said I should help people if I have the power to…"
"With great power comes great responsibility—we all know that line," Pietro said in a low voice. "But Peter, you need to understand that the weight of that responsibility is far heavier than you think."
"You weren't wrong to want to help—but you didn't do enough. You should have tried to work with Stephen, come up with a safer solution to handle those villains. Most importantly, you needed to think ahead and consider the consequences if everything went south."
"You know why you keep making mistakes in the future?" Pietro continued. "Because you always act on impulse, never thinking things through."
"He's right," Doctor Strange said, raising an eyebrow. "Kid, being a superhero was never supposed to be a glamorous job. Police have the government and laws to protect them. Vigilantes don't. Every choice you make, every action you take—you'll have to pay for it yourself. Got it?"
To be fair, the other two Spider-Men also started off young and inexperienced, driven purely by passion and a sense of justice.
But after suffering their own share of failures and setbacks, they quickly learned the hard truth: every decision they made, they alone were responsible for.
This Spider-Man, however, despite all the challenges he had faced, still seemed lost and naïve. That's not entirely his fault—it was largely due to the environment he grew up in.
With Iron Man and the Avengers always backing him up, this Spider-Man (the Tom Holland version) inevitably developed a sense of dependency. No matter what mistakes he made, Tony Stark would clean up after him. Over time, even though he'd seen a lot, he never truly grew. He never matured.
Now Iron Man was dead, the old Avengers had gone into hiding, and even Doctor Strange—the only one who could still bail him out—had been locked away by Peter himself. So this time, when disaster struck, no one was left to cover for him.
The battle between Spider-Man and the Green Goblin in the video was brutal. Even without his glider or pumpkin bombs, the Goblin was still a formidable foe.
His body had been transformed into something superhuman. Like Spider-Man, he possessed incredible strength. He grabbed Peter by the waist and slammed him into the floor with such force that the floor shattered, sending them crashing through the building, floor by floor.
The Lizard soon joined in the chaos, not wanting to be left out, and together they beat Spider-Man all the way down to the first floor.
Just then, Aunt May came down the stairs—only to see Peter bruised and bloody, pinned beneath the Green Goblin's relentless fists.
The Goblin clutched Peter's neck and cackled, "Peter, your weakness is your conscience. It's choking the life out of you! Can you feel it?"
Green Goblin wasn't just a physical threat—he knew how to hit where it hurt the most, psychologically tormenting his enemy along the way.
Aunt May didn't hesitate. She rushed over and stabbed the Goblin in the neck with the serum Peter had developed. But it was likely unfinished and had no effect.
The Goblin grabbed Peter by the face, now stained with blood, and glared menacingly at Aunt May. "Norman was right—this pathetic sympathy of his? You gave it to him! You think you can cure me? Let me cure you instead!"
Peter could barely speak, but he still managed to shout out for Aunt May to run.
Unlike those panicked, screaming women who do nothing but flail around in moments of crisis, Aunt May was strong. She had made the right choice earlier—leaving the scene so she wouldn't drag Peter down.
But now, faced with her gravely injured nephew, she refused to run. She couldn't abandon him.
Facing her unwavering gaze, the Goblin grinned coldly. He was determined to teach Spider-Man a brutal lesson today.
His glider activated silently, yet charged with deadly speed. It shattered the glass door and smashed straight into Aunt May, sending her flying.
The Goblin flipped effortlessly onto his glider, smirking. "Peter, Peter, Peter… Doing the right thing always comes with punishment. You'll thank me one day."
With that, he tossed a pumpkin bomb toward Aunt May's motionless body.
Peter, body aching and battered, didn't hesitate. He lunged forward and managed to flick the bomb away with his fingers, altering its trajectory just enough to avoid a direct hit.
The Goblin fled without a second glance, hurling more bombs as he left, blowing up arriving police cars. If anyone got hurt or killed, the blame would fall not just on the Goblin—but on Spider-Man too.
But the poor kid had already been punished enough.
He clutched Aunt May's gradually cooling body in his arms and broke down, crying uncontrollably…
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