01x01 - A Faceful of Danger!

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- Ha-ha!
- Huzzah!

- Yeah!
- Ha-ha!

- Cool.
- Whoo-hoo!

Huh?

- Surprise!
- It's Doctor Octopus!

- Jump on! Come on!
- Surround him!

We need backup!
We got a code 3!

I mean 4...
Definitely a 4.

Ahh, to kick back and watch
Earth's petty struggles

from the comfort of
my Asgardian snow fort.

It's no throne of Asgard...

...yet. But it's home.

I've come for the
Beta-Burst m*ssile.

And this ridiculous mortal

who dares set himself above
his fellows, Dr. Otto Octavius.

Prepare to be punked
by the hand of Loki.

Well put, my henchman.

Now behold my latest
bit of trickery:

Heimdall's eyeballs.
You are one sorry Chitauri!

An enchanted snowball that overloads a

superbeing's powers
beyond anything ever seen.

It's called Norn Frost, and eight out of

nine realms surveyed don't recommend it!

An Octavius overload

should really mess with
that annoying Spider-Man.

Whoo! Yeah!

How do I do this all day
and not get nauseated?

Good question, Spider-Man.

- Huh? Nick Fury?
- SHIELD needs your help.

Your old foe, Doc Ock...
Would you stop swinging?

Doc Ock is attacking
a secret SHIELD base.

A secret base?
Where?

A tropical island?
Inside a volcano?

- On a satellite?
- New Jersey.

Oh. Jersey...
All right. I'm on it!

Otto Octavius, here I come!

Tell me: Which way to
the Beta-Burst m*ssile?

I-I don't know what
you're talking about.

Norn Frost, away!

What's that?

- Get him! Come on!
- Now's our chance!

Operation Pile on!

Oh-h-h-h...
this, I like!

Oh no...

I said, which way to
the Beta-Burst m*ssile?

I'll never tell you!

Gah! It's in Building 6,
Building 6!

Whew!
Uhhh, I'm so fired.

I regret nothing!

Don't get up, fellows,
I can reach it from here.

- Where's that back-up?
- What exotic locale

did you go super hero-ing in
this weekend, Peter?

New Jersey? Heh...
Awesome.

- Welcome, Spider-Man.
- Huh?

These mortals were
no match for me.

Definitely a code 5!

- I'm an overload!
- What's an overload?

...he asked trepidatiously.

How the heck should I know?
The name just came to me.

My mystic master wishes
me to seal your doom!

Ow!

Uh, you lost me
there, snake-arms.

What mystic master, and why?

Oh, I have my reasons.

Besides, there's nothing else on.

Thanks, Patsy.
When we come back,

one of my favourite things: crafts
made from re-purposed dryer-lint.

How 'bout that, huh?

Hey, Ock! You're getting
a little... grabby.

- Missed me! Try again.
- Argh!

Ooooh!

How 'bout this time, I stand by these
high-voltage wires, 'kay?

Well, that went great.

Somebody order
the fried calamari?

You know, "calamari?"

Ock?
Oh, never mind.

- What took you so long?
- Oof!

I ran out of web fluid on
the Garden State Parkway.

Thanks, buddy!

Good work,
Spider-Man!

Hey! But I don't have...
cab fare.

Aw, I gotta walk
all the way to Queens?

Great.
Now I'm all angst-ridden.

What?

My Octavius Overload
defeated so easily?

This isn't over!

Really?

Henchman, the lights please!