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Spider-Man Volume 2, Issue #10: Comes Great Responsibility
"Someone call an ambulance!" I yell out, but it falls on deaf ears, as everyone runs away in a mass panic.
Uh oh, it looks like I've made the poor little spider mad! Goblin says in a mocking tone, as he throws pumpkins at me. Webbing them all up, I quickly throw them into the air, to which the pumpkins explode just seconds later. Grabbing a knife from its sheath, Goblin lunges, trying to stab me. I stumble in trying to dodge him, but it's enough that the knife goes over my head.
"You know Halloween was a month ago right? Which means you can put those pumpkins away!" I notice myself putting pressure on my left foot more often than my right. Webbing his feet, I bring him overhead, and slam him down in front of me.
So I guess it's too late to ask for some of your blood? Goblin wheezes upon getting up. I feel my spider sense tingling, as his glider comes from behind me, trying to skewer me. I leap onto the glider, while it's on auto pilot.
"Why? So you can make a clone army of me? Yeah, thanks, but no thanks." After a couple of seconds of silence, I speak up once more.
"Do you even have a license to fly this thing?" I lean forward, trying to maneuver the glider. When that doesn't work, I jump off, before the glider collides with an abandoned taxi. I swing over to Marla Jameson, and feel for any sign of life, but all I feel is cold skin, devoid of any life. I can feel my spider sense going off, so I'm able to avoid Goblin's knife, and go to roundhouse kick him. Goblin ducks, and injects a needle into my left arm, draining blood.
Awh man, my glider!! Ah well, at least I have what I came for. Thanks! The Goblin smirks, before he presses a button on his belt. Seconds later, a broom arrives, and he climbs on.
"You're not getting away that easily!" I yell, before attaching a webline to the back on the broom as it lifts off the ground. This is going to be a bumpy ride, I can already tell. All of the sudden my phone rings, and it's Harry.
"Hold up a second, I gotta take this." I say to Goblin, before picking up the phone with my open hand. Oww, hurts to hold on to the webline with just one hand.
Harry: "Peter, hey man. I heard you're doing better.. Congratz man! Sorry for not visiting, but I've been- busy."
"Thanks man. That's totally understandable. It's all good. Everything going okay with you?"
"As good as things could be now. I'll be okay, at least for now. Hey, you busy? It would be nice to hangout with someone other than Bart Hamilton." Makes sense, he has spent lots of time with Dr. Hamilton recently, working through the accident.
"I'd love to! Unfortunately I made some other plans, but rain check?"
"Yeah... Sure. Where are you anyway? Hearing some strange noises."
"Oh this? I'm just watching an action movie. Lots of explosions. Not Michael Bay level, but pretty close."
"Guess I'll leave you to it then.. See you later Pete." You can feel his disappointment, and sadness through the phone. I feel bad, I really do. But I kind of have bigger problems now. One with goblin like features. I hang up, and focus on the fight ahead of me.
Ignoring me already? How rude. Guess I'll just have to do more damage then. With his open hand, he starts throwing pumpkin bombs at the streets below, as we enter the city. Letting go, in free fall, I start swinging, following Goblin, while also taking care of the bombs, throwing them back at Goblin. The broom's surprisingly slow though, as I'm able to keep up with it, all things considered.
This thing hasn't worked quite the same since that kid Jack O Lantern took it out for a spin. Can't go any faster unfortunately! This is the first time I have seen Goblin angry
One of the pumpkin bombs explodes right underneath Goblin, which is enough to send the broom, along with Goblin, crashing through a window, into a building. I swing through the opening in the window, and notice Goblin get off the broom just in time, and rolls out-of-the-way. Getting up, he sprints to a painting, and places his palm on the right side of it. Part of the wall slides open, and he enters. I web zip myself inside the secret room, just as the opening's about to close. Inside is an arsenal of pumpkin bombs, along with gliders, and other gadgets. Looks like there's a few alternate suits, one of which looks oddly familiar from the many DND sessions I've played with Harry. Guess it makes sense for someone calling themselves Goblin though. Seems my groaning made too much noise, as the Goblin turns around to face me.
Got in at the last second I see! You know, we could've avoided this mess if you had been more cooperative. But alas, you weren't, and here we are. I had hoped that we could be friends eventually, maybe even leading to us taking over as the Kingpins of New York City, but you for some reason always have to end up playing the hero. He throws a pumpkin bomb at me, which is filled with smoke. Trying to find my way to him through the smoke, I feel my spider sense go off, but it's too late, as I get punched and kicked various amount of times before I'm able to webzip myself to the other side of the room.
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water-spout. Down came the Goblin, and took the spider out!! The Goblin sings, as the smoke starts to clear.
"I'm pretty sure that's not how it goes!" It's still hard to see where it is, but with him singing, it's fairly easy to figure out where he is. I try to keep on the move, getting in hits when I can, using my webs to get distance from him. As I swing away, he grabs something from his pouch, and throws it. Within seconds, my weblines cut, and I go crashing into the wall. Goblin walks over to me, as I'm struggling to stand up.
Time to learn who you truly are. The man behind this mask. Within seconds, my mask is pulled off, my identity exposed to the Goblin. He takes a few steps back, as I can see the shock on his face.
P-a Parker??! The voice sounds different, even though it's still coming from Goblin.
Of course... How did I not see this before? I mean, it's so obvious. That day at Oscorp, when you were bitten by that spider. That's how it all began.
Peter Parker, you have to finish this. Before I- he hurts more people. I know it's not your fault for what happened to Harry, you did the best you could, given the situation. Please, don't tell Harry about this. He always saw the best in me, and I don't want him to spend the rest of his days hating me. I just needed a cure, for all this madness to end. Take care of him okay? Make sure he doesn't end up like me.
ENOUGH! It's time you go back into your cage Norman. You never did have what it takes. The Goblin fights with himself, moving closer to the opposite wall.
"How is this even possible? You put a bounty, on your-" I pause mid sentence, before the realization settles in. "Project Chameleon.."
Phew.. Here I was, worried you were an idiot. In a world full of gods and monsters with superhuman abilities, you really think changing ones appearance is that difficult? He was happy to cooperate, given the right motivation. Anyways, that's enough of that. My spider sense starts to tingle. I turn my head, to notice one of his gliders flying towards me. I'm able to flip over it, but doing so results in Norman getting impaled by his own glider. The green from his skin fades, and sure enough, it's Norman Osborn. The man I saw as a third father of sorts, at least when he wasn't doing secret experiments at Oscorp.
"You? Of all the people it could've been, it was you.. My best friend. You're Spider-Man. You lied to me!" A voice says. I turn around to notice the entrance to the room open wide, with Harry sitting there, in his wheelchair.
"Look, Harry, I can explain everything."
"GET OUT!" Harry yells, interrupting me before I can say anything more. Harry moves to his father's side, as I leave the room. The fights won, but at what cost? First Uncle Ben, then Marla Jameson, and finally Norman Osborn. People keep dying, because of me. Now Harry knows I'm Spider-Man, and will probably never talk to me ever again. Battered, and bruised, with tears throughout my costume, I make my way home. Felicia's going to be so pissed that the costume got ruined already. I don't know how much of this I can take. Honestly, it may be better to hang up the tights. Never be Spider-Man again. At least that way, I wouldn't lose the relationships that matter the most to me. New York's got enough heroes as it is.. It doesn't need a Spider-Man anymore.
Spider-Man Volume 2, Issue #10: Comes Great Responsibility
"Someone call an ambulance!" I yell out, but it falls on deaf ears, as everyone runs away in a mass panic.
Uh oh, it looks like I've made the poor little spider mad! Goblin says in a mocking tone, as he throws pumpkins at me. Webbing them all up, I quickly throw them into the air, to which the pumpkins explode just seconds later. Grabbing a knife from its sheath, Goblin lunges, trying to stab me. I stumble in trying to dodge him, but it's enough that the knife goes over my head.
"You know Halloween was a month ago right? Which means you can put those pumpkins away!" I notice myself putting pressure on my left foot more often than my right. Webbing his feet, I bring him overhead, and slam him down in front of me.
So I guess it's too late to ask for some of your blood? Goblin wheezes upon getting up. I feel my spider sense tingling, as his glider comes from behind me, trying to skewer me. I leap onto the glider, while it's on auto pilot.
"Why? So you can make a clone army of me? Yeah, thanks, but no thanks." After a couple of seconds of silence, I speak up once more.
"Do you even have a license to fly this thing?" I lean forward, trying to maneuver the glider. When that doesn't work, I jump off, before the glider collides with an abandoned taxi. I swing over to Marla Jameson, and feel for any sign of life, but all I feel is cold skin, devoid of any life. I can feel my spider sense going off, so I'm able to avoid Goblin's knife, and go to roundhouse kick him. Goblin ducks, and injects a needle into my left arm, draining blood.
Awh man, my glider!! Ah well, at least I have what I came for. Thanks! The Goblin smirks, before he presses a button on his belt. Seconds later, a broom arrives, and he climbs on.
"You're not getting away that easily!" I yell, before attaching a webline to the back on the broom as it lifts off the ground. This is going to be a bumpy ride, I can already tell. All of the sudden my phone rings, and it's Harry.
"Hold up a second, I gotta take this." I say to Goblin, before picking up the phone with my open hand. Oww, hurts to hold on to the webline with just one hand.
Harry: "Peter, hey man. I heard you're doing better.. Congratz man! Sorry for not visiting, but I've been- busy."
"Thanks man. That's totally understandable. It's all good. Everything going okay with you?"
"As good as things could be now. I'll be okay, at least for now. Hey, you busy? It would be nice to hangout with someone other than Bart Hamilton." Makes sense, he has spent lots of time with Dr. Hamilton recently, working through the accident.
"I'd love to! Unfortunately I made some other plans, but rain check?"
"Yeah... Sure. Where are you anyway? Hearing some strange noises."
"Oh this? I'm just watching an action movie. Lots of explosions. Not Michael Bay level, but pretty close."
"Guess I'll leave you to it then.. See you later Pete." You can feel his disappointment, and sadness through the phone. I feel bad, I really do. But I kind of have bigger problems now. One with goblin like features. I hang up, and focus on the fight ahead of me.
Ignoring me already? How rude. Guess I'll just have to do more damage then. With his open hand, he starts throwing pumpkin bombs at the streets below, as we enter the city. Letting go, in free fall, I start swinging, following Goblin, while also taking care of the bombs, throwing them back at Goblin. The broom's surprisingly slow though, as I'm able to keep up with it, all things considered.
This thing hasn't worked quite the same since that kid Jack O Lantern took it out for a spin. Can't go any faster unfortunately! This is the first time I have seen Goblin angry
One of the pumpkin bombs explodes right underneath Goblin, which is enough to send the broom, along with Goblin, crashing through a window, into a building. I swing through the opening in the window, and notice Goblin get off the broom just in time, and rolls out-of-the-way. Getting up, he sprints to a painting, and places his palm on the right side of it. Part of the wall slides open, and he enters. I web zip myself inside the secret room, just as the opening's about to close. Inside is an arsenal of pumpkin bombs, along with gliders, and other gadgets. Looks like there's a few alternate suits, one of which looks oddly familiar from the many DND sessions I've played with Harry. Guess it makes sense for someone calling themselves Goblin though. Seems my groaning made too much noise, as the Goblin turns around to face me.
Got in at the last second I see! You know, we could've avoided this mess if you had been more cooperative. But alas, you weren't, and here we are. I had hoped that we could be friends eventually, maybe even leading to us taking over as the Kingpins of New York City, but you for some reason always have to end up playing the hero. He throws a pumpkin bomb at me, which is filled with smoke. Trying to find my way to him through the smoke, I feel my spider sense go off, but it's too late, as I get punched and kicked various amount of times before I'm able to webzip myself to the other side of the room.
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water-spout. Down came the Goblin, and took the spider out!! The Goblin sings, as the smoke starts to clear.
"I'm pretty sure that's not how it goes!" It's still hard to see where it is, but with him singing, it's fairly easy to figure out where he is. I try to keep on the move, getting in hits when I can, using my webs to get distance from him. As I swing away, he grabs something from his pouch, and throws it. Within seconds, my weblines cut, and I go crashing into the wall. Goblin walks over to me, as I'm struggling to stand up.
Time to learn who you truly are. The man behind this mask. Within seconds, my mask is pulled off, my identity exposed to the Goblin. He takes a few steps back, as I can see the shock on his face.
P-a Parker??! The voice sounds different, even though it's still coming from Goblin.
Of course... How did I not see this before? I mean, it's so obvious. That day at Oscorp, when you were bitten by that spider. That's how it all began.
Peter Parker, you have to finish this. Before I- he hurts more people. I know it's not your fault for what happened to Harry, you did the best you could, given the situation. Please, don't tell Harry about this. He always saw the best in me, and I don't want him to spend the rest of his days hating me. I just needed a cure, for all this madness to end. Take care of him okay? Make sure he doesn't end up like me.
ENOUGH! It's time you go back into your cage Norman. You never did have what it takes. The Goblin fights with himself, moving closer to the opposite wall.
"How is this even possible? You put a bounty, on your-" I pause mid sentence, before the realization settles in. "Project Chameleon.."
Phew.. Here I was, worried you were an idiot. In a world full of gods and monsters with superhuman abilities, you really think changing ones appearance is that difficult? He was happy to cooperate, given the right motivation. Anyways, that's enough of that. My spider sense starts to tingle. I turn my head, to notice one of his gliders flying towards me. I'm able to flip over it, but doing so results in Norman getting impaled by his own glider. The green from his skin fades, and sure enough, it's Norman Osborn. The man I saw as a third father of sorts, at least when he wasn't doing secret experiments at Oscorp.
"You? Of all the people it could've been, it was you.. My best friend. You're Spider-Man. You lied to me!" A voice says. I turn around to notice the entrance to the room open wide, with Harry sitting there, in his wheelchair.
"Look, Harry, I can explain everything."
"GET OUT!" Harry yells, interrupting me before I can say anything more. Harry moves to his father's side, as I leave the room. The fights won, but at what cost? First Uncle Ben, then Marla Jameson, and finally Norman Osborn. People keep dying, because of me. Now Harry knows I'm Spider-Man, and will probably never talk to me ever again. Battered, and bruised, with tears throughout my costume, I make my way home. Felicia's going to be so pissed that the costume got ruined already. I don't know how much of this I can take. Honestly, it may be better to hang up the tights. Never be Spider-Man again. At least that way, I wouldn't lose the relationships that matter the most to me. New York's got enough heroes as it is.. It doesn't need a Spider-Man anymore.