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He hit the 39th-floor balcony feet-first, sliding on the wet marble. The woman gasped, finally waking from her trance. Ock’s actuators whipped around. The mechanical voice—part hydraulics, part Otto’s corrupted rage—screeched.

The fight on the 39th floor was different. No quips could mask the exhaustion. Peter’s body felt like a bag of loose hammers. He caught one actuator, then another slammed into his ribs. He heard something crack. The woman scrambled inside. Good. One less worry. spider man 2 2004 39

Then he was there.