Not the spider you know

-Glenn Greenberg from Life of Reilly

Careful. Compliments like those might go to my head,

I know not to which you speak.

Smartest dummy you know.

Careful. Compliments like those might go to my head,

“My compliments to your facial scrub.”

“Osborn…” The name came out as almost a hiss. “Successful clones don’t dissolve.” This reaction was all to familiar to Ben. It left a wicked case of deja vu. The only difference Between Kaine and Peter now was the hair and general aura of.. well, anger around Kaine. “He kept me on ice in an old base of his.”

Fucking Osborn. A stab of rage, hot and searing punctured his gut. He was brought back to that day. It all happened again before his eyes. The day the wrong clone had died. Still, to see the other breathing. Talking. He was in shock. His second life seemed in question now. The true Scarlet Spider. "I still...I can't believe you're here though. How'd you find me?" 

If what Pete said about Kaine being... Well being healed was true, Ben didn't see much problem in him taking the Scarlet Spider name. After all Ben left it in ruins thanks to Joe Wade. And Houston seemed to genuinely trust him. Granted it hurt a bit to think the man that hunted Ben for so long was doing better with his name than he did, but he could look past that. Right? "Word spread of Houston's very own Scarlet Spider spreads, a guy gets interested. You got in a fight at a rodeo, bro. Low profile you are not keeping."

Uh-huh.

Dummy.

Smartest dummy you know.

“My compliments to your facial scrub.”

"Osborn..." The name came out as almost a hiss. "Successful clones don't dissolve." This reaction was all to familiar to Ben. It left a wicked case of deja vu. The only difference Between Kaine and Peter now was the hair and general aura of.. well, anger around Kaine. "He kept me on ice in an old base of his."

Hey, Fel. Wanna get a drink?

Hey, Fel. Wanna get a drink?