Look 'bad luck' up in the dictionary. Go on. We'll wait. See there? That picture of an awkward college student tripping over his own feet? That's Peter Parker. He's majoring in chemical engineering, and by some stroke of (you guessed it) bad luck, t...
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Peter wasn't exactly thrilled about a Green Goblin threatening to throw one of the women in his life off a famous New York landmark. It didn't...uh, go too well the last time...so he wasn't going to take this sitting down. He was the kind of person that, when someone had the nerve to threaten someone important to him, it was no more mister nice guy.
First he started working leads...trying to figure out who exactly this new Goblin was...and whether it was Norman or not. Yes, I know what you're thinking. 'That is ridiculous, Norman Osborn is legit dead and you kind of set up Harry in the last couple chapters'. True. But Peter doesn't know any of that. You must remember, he fights a dude called Doctor Octopus fairly regularly and remembers the time when Captain America's dead best friend from World War II wasn't actually dead nor his best friend, since he was turned into a brainwashed, cyborg, communist assassin by...well, communists. So yes, let's forgive Spidey for thinking that maybe his worst foe, responsible for the death of his old girlfriend Gwen Stacy, had somehow come back to life.
And where did these leads go, exactly? Nowhere. The new Goblin was a ghost. Hadn't shown up anywhere or done anything before his attack on Burgatori.
Despite the immense urge he had to punch a hole in his apartment wall, he wanted his safety deposit back so he chose to not do that. Instead, he somehow managed to hold it together until his dinner date with the devil.
Peter scaled the Chrysler Building, sprinting up its surface like Usain Bolt. His mind raced...he could barely think straight. He didn't want it to happen again...he couldn't lose Annabelle. Every few seconds, the image of him cradling a lifeless corpse in his arms as he screamed filtered into his brain. Tears welled in his eyes. He could still remember Gwen's death so cleary...
The wall crawler finally leapt onto one of the bird-shaped ornaments towards the tip of the structure, and peered around with attentive eyes.
Right on cue, a streak of yellow traced through the night sky, accompanied by a screeching roar that gave Spidey chills. It was the same glider...same engine.
The craft arced downward from above and slowed to a hover several metres from the building.
"Where is she!?" Spider-Man screamed.
The Goblin stood tall atop his glider, his flight suit glimmering in the darkness. Everything...everything was the same. The mask, the suit, the explosives lining his belt...even the ghastly reflections in the gold eyepieces. He scoffed and replied "Safe."
Spider-Man clenched a fist. "Not good enough!"
"I'm going to gut you like a fish for what you did." The Goblin spat, not exactly helping Peter's uncertainty regarding his true identity.
Peter launched into the air, firing web lines with both hands onto the Goblin, yanking himself closer. He hurtled into the villain with a would-be bone crushing blow, grappling with angered rage.
