Then he saw the .
Spider-Man stared. Then he laughed—that loud, defiant, amazing laugh. “So all I had to do was… nothing.”
What followed was the strangest chase in Spidey’s career. A dozen patrol cars, sirens blaring, but no one was shooting. Instead, officers leaned out of windows, spinning glowing lassos over their heads. They threw them not like handcuffs, but like prayers.
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For one terrifying second, he felt the rope connect . It wasn’t physical. It was conceptual. The rope whispered to his brain: You are caught. You are property. You are a problem to be tied.
Just as the entire NYPD formed a massive, rotating corral of rope around him in Times Square, the air split open. Doctor Strange stepped through, cloak billowing, looking annoyed.
“The Rogue Variable has been identified,” the voice said. “Spider-Man. Agile. Evasive. Cannot be shot. Cannot be caged. Must be… .” Then he saw the
He ripped it off, but it left a burn mark on his suit—and on his soul.
It wasn't a rope, really. More like a strand of solidified, glowing strangeness . It had descended from a crack in the sky above the precinct—a crack that looked like a sideways, neon-colored version of Doctor Strange’s sling ring portal. The rope coiled around the building like a sentient anaconda, humming a single, maddening note.
Spider-Man landed next to Strange. “A little help next time before I become a one-man rodeo?” “So all I had to do was… nothing
“You looked like you were having fun,” Strange said dryly. “Besides, you’re amazing. You would have figured out the rope’s secret.”
“Good lasso, officer. Very… decorative.”
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“Great. Magic rope. My one weakness. Right up there with ‘emotional trauma’ and ‘rent.’” He leaped.
The cops blinked, confused. “Why am I holding a flower?” one asked. “And why do I feel an intense desire to brand a spider?”