Strap in for more fun with the gang! I don’t think fun is actually on the docket. This month, we get started on an unbelievable (quite literally) stupid note as Peter, who now has 4 eyes and has sprouted “filament bristle hair” all over him, is told by MJ that…

…he has to go to a wedding. Not only is she not worried or even concerned that he’s turning into a monster, he’s trying to make him go out in public. This is nonsense. NONSENSE. And then he agrees to go! I hate this comic! We briefly look in on Cap visiting an old friend in a hospital because he knows something about Ana, but then we cut to her, being frustrated that she can’t chat with her drones (Shouldn’t she know that already?) and flashing back to her military training again, but the bit we already saw, no new info. Great! Who cares?


This is literally one of the stupidest comics I’ve ever read. And that’s saying something. I read official Ghostbusters tie-in comics as a kid. Peter flees, sheds his clothes, thinks he can’t breathe or think, swings around maskless as Spider-Man, coughs up some stuff, and seems to mutate further in silhouette.

Cap is mad that Nick is here, saying this is classified and beyond his clearance level, which is, I say again, 100% impossible. The head of SHIELD has higher security clearance than an unusually healthy octogenarian who was in the military for 3 years in the 40s! Duh! Cap hasn’t worked for the government in any capacity since the 80s! Jenkins just does not care, it seems. Then Cap’s aging buddy tells him to just tell Nick what’s going on.

This sucks!


She controls every insect on the planet! Ever been stung by a wasp? Ants ever get into your food? She did it to you! She’s so mean! She controls ⅓ of the human population and it’s never come up before? What a great, smart, reasonable plot! Speaking of Ana, she’s now telepathically telling Peter what he’s going through is all part of his evolution, and when it’s over, they can go on a nice trip “anywhere within 600 miles of home.” Whatever!


Havin’ a normal one. Why 600 miles from home?



This is like someone trying to do a dark, serious, prestige version of a particularly dopey 70s comic. This is torture. Two issues to go. And with a different artist next issue…