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WHEN Norman's glider pushes me away from Jordyn, my heart completely shatters.
Jordyn Carter is the only woman in my life that I love right now and because of this fucking green asshole, I've lost her.
Two in one fucking day.
The look on her face when I got dragged away from her will forever haunt me and now, all I want to do fucking kill this guy. I don't give a shit what Peter Two or Peter Three said to me anymore.
I use my strength to punch the engine out of his glider, making the two of us tumble out of the air and straight to the lower ground, near the water.
I pant as I lift myself off the ground, and I hear that sweet voice I'd never thought I'd hear again. Full of hope, I decide to call out to her, praying that I'm not just hearing things.
"Jordyn!" I yell loud enough for her to hear.
"Peter!" She responds and I almost tear up knowing that she isn't dead. "Peter, hey, we're up here!"
I look up, seeing her and Ned safe on the upper ground and a smile comes onto my face.
"Are you guys okay?" I ask her.
"We're good, we're good!" My girlfriend re-assures me. "Just- just do your thing, okay? You also might wanna look behind you!"
I turn around to see Norman getting back onto his feet, taking off his mask and staggering towards me. Even though I know now that Jordyn isn't dead, he still could've killed her. Plus, he really did kill my aunt May.
It would be rude of me to not return the favour.
"Poor Peter." He taunts. "Too weak to send me home to die."
"No." I shake my head. "I just wanna fucking kill you myself."
He grins. "Attaboy."
The both of us throw powerful blows at eachother, each with the intent to kill. The fucker ends up pulling out a knife, adding weapons to the fight.
Pussy move, if you ask me.
I dodge the attacks he throws at me, delivering them back even harder. Norman does end up slicing my arm with his knife, making me grunt in pain. The pain doesn't make me reel back or stop fighting, no.
It only makes me more determined.
I use my webs to bring him closer to me so that I could knee him in the groin and force him to bang his head on the surface of the massive Captain America sheild that just fell off of the Statue of Liberty. I then grab him by his clothes and slam him down onto the surface.
Not thinking that he's had enough, I grab Norman by his greasy hair and punch him extremely hard in the face, repetitively. So hard to the point where his skin splits and blood starts trickling down his face.
