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My First Fanfic: Nuffin out of Ordinawy.

The title says it all Harry's going insane, turning into Doc Ock 2, er... Green Goblin 2. Peter's still Spider-man (no really, he's actually Cardcaptor Sakura.). MJ...bah, just read it. Anyways, it takes place about half a year after Doc Ock's death.


"Mr. Osborn, Dr. Dave's report copy's printed..." His assistant walked into his office, clutching the brown folder in her long fingers, stared stunned at her boss. He was muttering to himself evilly, and then yelling "back" with anger and frustration. Suddenly, Harry turned and noticed his dark- haired assistant standing in the doorway, gawking at him.

"What are you doing! I TOLD YOU NOT TO..." He held his face in his sweaty hands, as if he was having a headache, "GET OUT! I'M ORDERING YOU TO GET OUT!"

She wanted to protest and question him on his behavior, but she thought better. She turned on her heel with the report and left, closing the big green doors.

"Wait! Don't," Harry held his hand out for help.

"My son, AVENGE ME! I AM YOUR FATHER! NOW AVENGE ME! MAKE HIM PAAAY!" the voice in Harry Osborn's head grew louder and more disturbing everyday, driving him insane.


"Pete, this director, a friend of mine asked me to audition as the main character's girlfriend in a Hollywood film two days ago," Mary Jane said while she tidied Peter's messy apartment.

"That's great! So you are officially a Hollywood star now!" Peter was happy for her. He had just gotten back from a busy day at University and the Bugle-and of course his job as the New York's superhero, Spider-man. His hands were so sticky from his sweat; it was hard to pull the red glove of. It was the end of May, and because he was constantly moving in his full- body suit, it gets hot after awhile.

"But, I declined the offer."

"What...? Why, it was a huge opportunity for you to showoff your brilliant acting skills!" Peter asked, dumbfounded. He was still struggling with his glove, now half off.

"Oh, Tiger, lemme help you with that," she said, and gently and slowly, hooking fingers under it, pulled the glove off, "The problem was, it was a superhero film. The script sucked anyways. And I want to stay with you...A real superhero is always better, y'know."

She smiled and kissed Peter. MJ accidentally slurped a little too loudly, and she pulled away, laughing along with Peter, and then started sweet- talking all over again.

Right outside Peter's apartment, Ursula listened sadly. She didn't quite understand what MJ meant by "a real superhero", but she thought maybe it was a nickname for Peter, her boyfriend. Two years ago, Peter moved in and Ursula had already fallen in love with him. He knew he was a social outcast and all, but there was something that made Ursula like him. And now he had a pretty, would-be superstar girlfriend. Ursula doesn't stand a chance. She scrunched up the edge of the Styrofoam plate holding Peter's cake, and left for her own room to eat it alone.

MJ looked at Peter's grey alarm clock. She needed to get going on her current project's rehearsal.

"Well, Tiger, I better get going. This play's important to me. It's worth a lot, so!" She smacked her lips on Peter's rough cheeks one last time, and headed for the door, but paused,"Anyways, Aunt May invited us to go to her apartment for dinner tonight at seven, I really hope you'd come. Stay out of trouble." And she left.

Peter decided he would have to go to work too. He changed back into his suit, and covered it by wearing casual and innocent looking clothes over it.


MJ had a feeling she was forgetting something at home. Maybe I shouldn't go to the studio yet, she thought. She stopped a taxi, and told the taxi driver to take her to her apartment.

She met a couple of neighbors along the way to her front door. She poked her key in the keyhole, went in and started searching for whatever she was forgetting. It was impossible. MJ came across her answering machine and the little red light was on for one message. She was so busy she neglected her answering machine for months. She pressed the minuscule button with her index finger.

"Hey, honey, it's John. I just want to check you up for tomorrow's wedding. I can't find you anywhere, and I suppose you're busy. I understand. I hope you're alright, though. Anyways, for tomorrow, the caterers said the—"

MJ looked at the date and time when her ex-boyfriend left this message. It was right after she left for Peter's meeting in the café—half a year ago. Gee, Have I been this busy...? She pressed the button to delete it, feeling guilty and sympathetic for John Jameson, after what she's done. And I was going to kiss Peter that day...How could she be so selfish, she thought. Look on the bright side Mary Jane, at least now you're happier with Peter. But on the other hand, if I hadn't started this relationship with John, I wouldn't have even caused him the pain now. I knew I loved Pete more than I loved him...MJ knew how it was to be rejected by your love. Peter rejected her love two years ago to protect her, and it sure hurt a lot.

MJ finally realized she was late for the rehearsal, found her script, and left.


"You're fired! Now get out before I do any more!" Jameson yelled in frustration.

"Mr. Jameson, I," Peter started to protest.

"Boss, he really is the only one who can take Spider-man's pictures for the Bugle," Robbie was always defending Peter and Spider-man,"you can't fire him because of personal reasons! We need Parker! By the way, the deadline's 7 minutes!"

Mr. Jameson glared at Peter for stealing his son's fiancée. A photographer had informed him where Ms. Watson was and discovered Peter was dating her. Jameson considered Peter thoughtfully. He had to admit, Parker was his only hope for Spider-man photos.

"Alright. Fine. Gimme photos of that web-crawlin' freak, Parker, and you'll get what you deserve." Or not.

"I only have one photo for tomorrow's front page." Peter said as he took it out of his portfolio, "Spider-man's avoiding me, with the whole city against him and all," he added.

"Ms. Brant! Give this guy 150 and shoo him out of my office!" Jameson yelled to his dark-haired secretary standing at the doorway.

"300." Peter bargained. Then he heard sirens whirling outside. Arrgh. Why now?? Whatever. "Alright, I'll take 150."

Robbie looked at him curiously.

Peter snatched the check on his way out, and headed to an alley a block away to change into his alter-ego's costume. Then he web-slung to the direction the police cars were leading him. He saw a couple of masked guys holding up a bank with grenades.

Spider-man easily stole the grenades, but missed their pistols. The armed robbers aimed at the masked man, but he was too fast for the bullets! The bullets occasionally went for a citizen, but Spider-man would always get them out in time. Unfortunately, one grazed Peter's thigh. Finally, after 5 minutes of dodging-and-mocking, Spider-man had enough fun (seeing their reactions) and snatched their pistols with web, and knocked both of them out cold in one swift kick in their stomachs. He wanted to do CPR on one of the hostages who unluckily got shot, but a load of paramedics arrived and brushed him aside, mocking him of his limited knowledge of CPR.

"Move aside, web-head."

"Hey, I just wanted to help."

His spider-sense suddenly went off like crazy. Then Peter remembered Aunt May's invitation.


Gloomie : Author's Note : I really hoped you guys liked it, I got a little tired and distracted at the end...so...Chapter 2 comin' up very very very soon. But I won't write it unless I get enough reviews. Meh heheh. Please review:D