A rather more traditional Molten Man on the cover, there. The appropriately named for comics Kris Justice pitches in on inks this time. We pick up where we left off, and Peter tackles Liz and Normie out of the room as Molten Man is threatening to kill Harry and Peter’s internal monologue talks about how every family has secrets.
Peter tells Liz to take Normie as far away as possible. That he’s “friends with Spider-Man” and “he’s nearby.” This makes Normie become Peter’s sworn enemy. I thought he was over his Spider-Hate. Who knows, I guess. As Peter gets into his work clothes, a neighbor sees Molten Man smash through a wall to chase Harry outside and calls the authorities.
Spidey punches Molten Man in the face while arguing with Harry about whether he should be here, which is pretty dumb. Both the conversation and the punch. That catches his glove on fire, and he has to rip it off. Harry realizes Spider-Man must be who Peter called earlier when he called Aunt May, to keep tabs on them, which is convenient for our hero. Harry has Spidey keep Moltey busy while he retrieves the “Oscorp Prometheus X-90” from the trunk of his car. Liz, meanwhile, takes Normie to those neighbors from earlier to run away with, saying she has to go do something as Harry prepares his Molten Man cure gun or whatever it is. Also Dan Slott writes “mommie” two more times.
Ah, to return to the days after Roger Stern rightly decided Spider-Man should try to keep his danger sense a secret…
Molten Man starts to melt into the pavement, hampering his attempts to kill Spider-Man, while Harry explains to Liz (and us) that when he told her he was alive, she said she’d moved on, but he felt he had to balance the scales, and had been working on something to fix Mark’s deterioration since he heard about it.
I assume everyone’s meant to be covered in, like, soot and things, but it just looks like blood. Molty is more or less stuck to the ground, so Spider-Man volunteers himself to administer the shot. And then for some reason, he gets right up to point blank range so they can fight for another page, even tho Harry was clearly going to shoot it from a distance. And also, Spider-Man tells Mark to chillax.
Wokka wokka wokka. All’s well that ends well, I suppose. Hey, what about that Spider Tracer Killer?
Oh, the Bookie. We hardly cared about ye. Line art here by Klaus Janson and Chris Chuckry.