"Come on, Scorpy; I know you know by now that spiders are arachnids." He tilted his head. "Hey, I'm serious. We've known each other too long to not be honest with each other." He reached out to give two gentle knocks on Scorpion's armored helmet.

Mac responded in kind by trying to twist himself enough to bite him. (Not even danger enough to set off the trusty spider-sense.)

"Careful, there. You don't have dental anymore. You don't wanna be needing another jaw surgery."

Something flashed over his face then - a kind of momentary panic.

...okay, maybe not the best thing to say.

Then the old anger came. "You- you broke my jaw clean off that day, you fucking-"

"Look, would you believe me if I said it wasn't me?"

"Then who the fuck else was it."

"I'm hardly the only Spider-Man." He pointed a finger in Mac's face, mostly out of some kind of cruel self-amusement to see if the Scorpion would try to bite him again. "Hell, even you tried on the alias for a while. Osborn's little errand-Venom."

"That... that ain't me anymore."

"See, then? People change."

Scorpion gave a heavy, tired kind of sigh. He seemed to finally give up the attempts to wriggle out of the bindings. "If you gotta know, I figured the Alchemax gig was too good to last anyways. So I got mixed up with the Black Cat and her crew. She was a good boss, y'know? Probably the best I had, next to Miss Allan. And then Venom put me in the fuckin' ICU."

"Sorry I forgot to send flowers."

"No you're not. You were workin' with him."

"Which one?"

"Ain't you got somethin' better to do, Spider? I don't hear sirens yet. Guy like me, they usually come a little quicker."

"Well..." Spider-Man did a little spin on his webline, contemplating. "You were breaking and entering an old OsCorp building. But you didn't actually steal anything. And me, I don't have a lot of love for that man's legacy." He stopped to flip himself right-side-up. "You still have Liz Allan's contact, Mac?"

"Why?"

"The lady's got an ever-growing corporate nightmare. She could probably use a reliable security guy again."

He grabbed the bundle of heavily-armored supervillain in his arm, turned Scorpion upright again, and then yanked at the webline until it tore free. Then, he carried his protesting bundle off to a nearby rooftop and tossed him onto it.

"Wh- hey! What're you doing!"

Spider-Man rolled the bundle over and stopped it with his foot, leaning down to look Mac in the eyes. "All right, here's what's gonna happen. In about 45 more minutes, this stuff is gonna dissolve enough for you and your fancy green suit to break out. Tomorrow morning, you're going to give Liz Allan a call. You're going to get on your knees and beg her for your job back."

"I don't owe that broad-"

"Hey, stop that. She's an old friend." He stepped down harder - not enough to risk even cracking the armor, but enough to apply pressure. "In exchange, you don't get sent back to Ryker's. All right?"

Mac stared up at him.

"It'd be real easy to roll you right off this roof."

"You wouldn't."

"You're sure about that?"

"...fine. I'll give it a shot."

"Good man." He patted Mac's cheek. After a moment, he rolled his mask up to his nose and leaned down to plant a kiss on the visor covering his old foe's eyes.