Dr Strange opens his eyes.
“H… m…?” he mumbles.
Blood trickles from his mouth, his head is cupped by Spider Woman’s hand. Above them, the Beast, and the Silver Surfer.
With the last beat of his heart he disperses his magic, so no enemy might puppet his body.
In this, in the background, the Hulk grunts from where he lays. Some of the fallen stir.
As Strange’s eyes roll back, they catch the fading light, which seems, for a second, to almost be small spiders, on tiny silken threats, passing him by.
Stephen Strange lifts his bloodied hand. The back of his palm makes to touch Jessica Drew’s cheek, but all life is gone, and it falls…