Previously on Spider-Man.
Sorry Commander, but I've got a problem only you can solve.
This scientist holds the key
to one of the greatest powers known to mankind.
I must band together the Insidious Six.
Who will be your sixth forgotten warrior?
Since the loss of Mysterio, Vulture.
These passports belonged to my parents?
This is Keene Marlowe.
I'm going to find out just who this guy really is.
Huh? SHIELD headquarters.
No matter what, Richard and Mary Parker's name must not be cleared.
What?
Your parents were spies for Russia.
I want to go to Russia.
Spider-Man's going where?
If you send Peter, then I want to go too.
The man who gave me your name
told me to show you this.
Now that Groitzig's been taken
I fear for my life.
Take Lentz.
Destroy this place.
( Bell tolling )
( Beeping )
( Groaning )
Robbie?
What now?
Look.
There's enough plastique on this thing to take out four city blocks.
Give it to me.
This is a k-8 incendiary device.
I know what to do.
Really?
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
( Beeping stops )
Where did you learn how to do that?
I was in the bomb disposal unit in the service.
Never thought what I learned
would come in handy in the regular world.
You're full of surprises tonight.
For instance, what are you doing here?
I might ask you the same question.
( Sirens blaring )
I'd love to continue this chat
but neither of us needs to spend the night in a Russian jail cell.
Good work, Silver Sable.
My Wild Pack and I are expensive
but we always get results.
Now I, too, have a job to do.
Leave me.
Who-who are you?
Ah, you desire to face your captor?
Then I won't disappoint you.
Not you. Not you!
( Evil chuckle )
A beautiful morning in downtown Moscow.
What did I hope to find here, anyway?
For all I know, my parents really were traitors to America.
No. I can't even think that for a second.
Huh? Robbie? Leaving early?
This is the second time he's tried to lose me.
What's he up to?
- Going somewhere? - Peter!
What's the big idea, Mr. Robertson?
Look, there are things I have to do here that could be dangerous.
Jameson will have my head.
I'm going with you whether you like it or not.
Robbie, my old tovarich!
How are you being?
Just great, Boris.
Peter, this is my good friend detective Boris Pushkin.
( Speaking Russian )
Uh... how do you two know one another?
I used to work for a wire service here years ago.
Yes. Friend Robbie saved my life once.
Boris, there's no time to reminisce.
I need that information about Groitzig.
Can you believe it?
That German scientist had been living right here in the city
under an assumed name since World War II.
How exactly did you find out?
Groitzig's daughter came to us after the kidnapping.
Hysterical.
Since his retirement from the telephone ministry
Groitzig had been living with his daughter and her husband.
My old friend, if you could just give us her address.
It's important.
I'm afraid I cannot do that... officially.
I understand.
Explain their presence here, immediately!
My name is Robertson. I...
I am the chief of police.
We know who you are.
Ah, Komisar Kragov.
I was simply telling them how our new democracy
results in less crime than in America, and...
This "democracy" is hard enough to swallow
without licking the feet of western journalists.
Get them out of here immediately!
Out! Out! American dogs!
Good luck, my friends.
Who... who are you?
Illyena, close the door!
No! We're here to help find your father.
I'm Joe Robertson, a journalist from New York.
I'm Peter Parker, a photographer.
"Parker"? Did you say Parker?
- Yes. - Come in, quickly.
Are you related to Richard and Mary Parker?
How do you know about my parents?
The last time I saw them, they stood where you stand now.
That was 20 years ago.
You must take us to America with you.
Wolfgang, the K.G.B. are onto us.
They found out that we've only been posing as traitors.
We're really loyal to our country.
We barely got back here in time to warn you.
We'll never get out of Moscow alive.
You must make it out.
The west must be told.
The Red Skull forced me to create the doomsday device.
This weapon is still there,
in New York City after all these years
and it's more dangerous than ever.
Wolfgang, this box contains all the information
we discovered about the doomsday weapon.
It's up to you to get this back to the free world... if you can.
I... I will try.
We have a little boy, a little younger than you.
We love him so much.
If anything should happen to us...
My father knew the K.G.B. was behind their plane crash.
Now, my father has been kidnapped
by someone who's after his doomsday weapon.
Is there anything else your father said that might help us?
Yes. The six warriors.
He just kept repeating "I must find the six warriors."
Illyena, have you ever seen this symbol before?
Da! Da!
There is something that I must show you.
My father wanted to get this to your countrymen.
It was what your parents gave him.
Hopefully, this will lead you to the answers you seek.
I'll take that, my darling wife.
Karl! I... I don't understand.
Kid, be careful!
( Engine starting )
( Tires screeching )
I can't let that creep get away
with the only proof that can clear my parents.
( Laughing )
Looks like I got what I came for eh, comrade?
( Muffled speech )
The Chameleon? Here?
Uh-oh.
Close one.
Well, score another clean escape for the Chameleon.
No. There he goes.
Hold on a minute.
Why didn't he morph into someone else to hide himself?
He's trying to lead me into a trap, that's why.
Well, I'm not going to fall for it this time.
I'm staying up high until I scope things out.
What is this place?
It looks like some kind of city maintenance yard and warehouse.
Uh-oh.
Welcome to Russia, Spider-Man.
I'm going to blast you from Red Square back to Times Square.
Is there no place on earth
where I can be rid of your meddlesome presence?
Doc Oct? Shocker? Vulture?
Here in Russia?
Did you guys come over on separate flights
or did you get one of those super-villain package deals?
I always wanted to send you and your big mouth to Siberia.
Yeah. Only now it ain't so far.
Now let's play Russian roulette for real, Spider-Man.
I say we play Russian ice hockey
And we use Spider-Man as the puck!
No! The Kingpin will reward us handsomely
for bringing Spider-Man to him alive.
Welcome to my temporary base of operations, Spider-Man.
I must say, this is an unexpected treat.
If I were you, Kingpin, I'd cut down on the treats.
Joke while you can, Spider-Man.
Soon, I will be far more powerful than even I dared to dream.
You hatch a different crackpot scheme every week, Fisk.
What makes this one so special?
There is no reason not to tell you
as your annoying antics will shortly end.
For many years in the spy underworld
there was a rumor of a doomsday device.
A device left by German spies in New York City
at the end of World War II.
I thought this was a fairy tale
but with the reappearance of Wolfgang Groitzig
I realized that the stories could be true
and the weapon might still be intact.
The device had been created by a German master spy
who called himself "the Red Skull."
He planned to use it to take over the world.
I now intend to do the same.
World domination?
Kingpin, now you sound like a Saturday morning cartoon villain.
I assure you, my victory will be real.
Ironic, isn't it?
If not for your photographer friend, Peter Parker,
Groitzig's daughter might never have revealed the existence of this.
The first real clue I have found
to the doomsday device's location and operation.
Great. I've handed the most powerful weapon in the world to the Kingpin.
How could things possibly get any worse?
And now, let us see who you are behind that mask.
Huh?
( Coughing ) What's going on?
( Coughing )
I've been betrayed... by someone.
( Coughing )
The sleeping gas has worked.
Wild Pack, initiate our plan for "garbage removal."
Oh, my aching head.
Now where am I?
One thing's for sure.
I've got to start hanging around with a better class of people.
Hmm... the arachnid one awakens.
Do I know you?
I'm called Silver Sable.
The paid mercenary?
Tell me, how did you infiltrate my headquarters.
Simple. One of your men is a traitor.
What?!
Working with us and against you.
Which one?
Sorry. Trade secret.
Besides, that's what you get
for conspiring with petty, low-life criminals.
Hey, watch it, who you calling petty?
I'm not one of them.
Why am I all trussed up?
Your reputation is no better.
Oh, and I suppose yours is spotless?
I am not a criminal.
I'm merely a professional for hire.
Which means, you just work for whichever creep pays the most.
I think I prefer these guys over here.
Their dishonesty is more honest.
I have my reasons for doing what I do.
And you've done well, Silver Sable.
The infamous Kingpin.
Such a waste.
You could have been useful to me in my new world order.
The doomsday device is my birthright.
For trying to take it, you must all be eliminated.
I think not.
( Groaning )
Sable!
I would not do that if I were you.
Drop your weapons.
Release my men now.
Do it.
Now this is more like it.
Now, if you all don't mind...
Turnabout is fair play.
Before I was rudely interrupted
I was about to unmask someone.
I might as well begin again... with you.
The Red Skull?
- Hmm. - Huh?
The German war criminal?
After all these years?
This cannot be.
Just as I suspected.
Nothing but a pitiful pretender.
The true Red Skull
would have had the power to break free.
Komisar Kragov.
The chief of police.
Why are you doing this?
Because Kragov is only my assumed name.
I am really the son of the Red Skull
who will bring his father's dreams of world domination to fruition.
Now, there's a nice family business for you.
The world shall be dominated, but by me.
( Yelling )
Uh-oh.
Give up?
The odds do not favor you.
I've been beating worse odds all my life.
( Yelling )
That must have triggered the release circuit on my shackles.
Spider-Man free? Get him.
I've got to get that box.
( Grunting )
Hey.
( Growling )
At last.
Fine. Have your precious box.
It will do you no good where you are going.
( Alarm ringing )
Within seconds, this entire complex will be reduced to rubble
and you with it.
Help us.
They just don't build these fortresses like they used to.
Evacuate immediately.
( Grunting )
Head for that stairway.
Somebody help us.
( Grunting )
( Groaning )
Kingpin managed to keep his fat fingers on Groitzig's box.
No matter.
I have all I need to ensure my control
of the doomsday device, don't I, my comrades?
Soon the world will once again tremble
beneath the iron fist of the Red Skull.
This way. Hurry.
( Laughing )
Hurry. My webbing can't hold it forever.
Move it.
Now that's what I call an "e" ticket ride.
Oh? And it isn't over yet.
Wild Pack, defense frame.
These guys don't talk much, big guy,
but something tells me they'll gonna give you one heck of a fight.
Fighting is a waste of time.
Look around you.
Hey, this place does look familiar.
Good heavens. I've seen photos of it.
It's... it's Chernobyl.
The nuclear reactor that went into meltdown?
What a clever hideout.
No doubt we were shielded from radiation
while we were underground.
Well, we ain't shielded now.
So what?
You fool.
If we do not leave here
we will be poisoned by radiation.
My employer kept aircraft in those hangars.
Then it is time to take our leave.
Vulture!
Unbelievable.
My men and I thank you for saving our lives.
Why do you do it?
Why do you work for slime like Kragov?
You judge me harshly.
Well...
Maybe someday you'll find out that I'm more than I seem.
Come! We must also be off before the radiation poisons us as well.
No kidding.
One dose of radiation a lifetime is enough.
Now there are two madmen
racing to control the most dangerous weapon ever created.
I still don't even know what this doomsday device is.
For all I know, it was television
and it was released in 1945.
Peter, there are a few more pieces of the puzzle I'd like to share with you,
but you'd best hear it from someone else when we get home.
He was a teacher of mine when I was in college.
Professor Omar Mosley.
He knows the story of...
the six forgotten warriors.
Why do those words send a chill down my spine?
I can't believe what I'm hearing.
I spent all that money to send you to Russia
and you come back with nothing?!
Parker, this is the last straw.
I'd fire you if you weren't a free-lancer.
From now on, you'll make no money off of this newspaper
unless you have the photo of the century.
You hear me?!
Loud and clear, Mr. Jameson.
I'm sorry, JJ.
But on this trip, I had something more important to worry about
than your newspaper
and I think I did the job I had to.
And so that's it?
After all these years we finally have an answer?
Yes Aunt May.
My parents were never traitors, never Russian spies.
They were loyal to this country and died as heroes.
Oh, Peter. I feel like a great weight has been lifted off me.
Off us both.
I'm so glad you found out the truth.
From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.
Now all that remains is for the world to find out.
I'll do everything in my power to make that happen.
And so will Spider-Man.