Peter threw his newest pictures onto the desk of J. Jonah Jameson at the Daily Bugle.

Please like them! Peter thought.

Jameson looked over each picture, again and again. He gently put them down on his desk.

"Robbie!" he yelled.

The editor-in-chief Robbie Robertson stepped into J. J.'s office.

"Yes boss?" he asked.

"I want you to put this picture on the front page," he said, handing a picture of Spider-Man up-close to Robbie. "I want the headline to read: SPIDER-MAN! CLEANING UP CRIME, OR CAUSING IT?

Peter wanted to burst out laughing, and at the same time, yell at his boss and say, "Hello, he's a hero you big jerk!"

At least he likes them, Peter happily thought.

"Give this to Betty," Jameson told Peter, handing him a slip of paper.

Paid at last, Peter thought, taking the paper from his boss.

He left J.J.'s office, and gave the paper to Betty Brant, Jameson's secretary.

Betty obviously liked Peter, but he actually didn't realize, as his heart was on a beautiful actress named Mary Jane Watson. The two had been dating for a couple months, and Peter thought life was finally going to be good. Is he right?

Harry opened up the gas chamber in the Goblin's lair.

I'm gonna make you proud dad, he thought, stepping inside. The chamber door closed, and green fumes shot up from the base of the chamber. Harry coughed as the gas filled his nostrils. He breathed heavily, feeling stronger already.

It's working!

Finally, the gas stopped, and the door opened. Harry flexed his 'new' muscles.

I'm gonna make you pay, Peter! He angrily thought.

Suddenly, Norman's image appeared in the reflection of the chamber door.

"Harry," he said.

"Dad! I've done it!" Harry said triumphantly. "I can kill Peter now!"

"Make Parker suffer, Harry!" Norman laughed. "Make me proud!"

"I will dad, I will," and with that, Harry laughed an all to familiar laugh, piercing the air.

OOO

"Hey it's MJ, sing your song in speech," came a voice over the receiver of Peter's phone at his apartment. His apartment was rented to him by, a Russian man, Mr. Ditkovitch. His daughter, Ursula had a small crush on Peter for a while, but the two soon became just good friends.

"Uh, hey MJ, it's me Peter, and I just wanted to let you know that-"

Suddenly, his door opened up, and MJ stood in the archway.

"I'm gonna be a little late," he finished, hanging up.

She laughed.

"A little?" she jokingly asked. "No need to explain."

"Good," he said, pressing his lips up to hers. They broke apart, and he grabbed his coat.

"So where are we going tonight?" she asked him.

He smirked. "It's a surprise."

OOO

Peter and Mary Jane swung through the cool air, high atop Manhattan.

"We're almost there!" he told her, as her red hair blew into his face.

Finally, they landed on a gargoyle looking perch.

"I come here a lot, to clear my head," he told her. "The night Uncle Ben died, I came here for awhile."

"Why do you need to clear your head?" she half-jokingly asked.

"I don't, it just looks really cool up here," he laughed.

"Have you talked to Harry lately?" she asked him affectionately.

"No, have you?" he asked.

She looked at the vast space in the sky. "Yes, but he doesn't seem to happy about anything."

OOO

A turbine jet flared up, carrying its rider through the air.

He wants to play hide-and-seek, the rider thought. Let him. The sky-stick soared higher than most buildings, the rider searching for the one man he wanted to kill right now; Peter Parker.

Harry cackled, his face covered up by black-green goggles, and a green mouthpiece.

I'm gonna kill you now, Pete! He thought, soaring even higher.

OOO

"What's that?" Mary Jane pointed out, spotting flames far below, and a stick like glider.

"Mary Jane, this isn't good," Peter said, picking her up around the waist. He slung her onto his back, ready to swing off the building.

Suddenly, the sky-stick and its rider flew right up to Peter and MJ.

The figure's mask slid open, revealing Harry's face.

"Harry!" Peter and MJ called out together.

"It's you I want Peter!" Harry yelled to his old best friend. "Not her!"

Peter swung off, MJ on his back, swinging through the air as fast as he could go.

Can't let anything happen to her, he kept reminding himself.

Harry pulled out a pumpkin-bomb, ready to throw it; despite the fact Peter still had MJ.

"Hold on!" he yelled to her.

"What else would I do?!" she yelled back to him. Harry's sky-stick looked just like his father's original glider, except, it was nimbler and skinnier, also jet-black.

Peter spotted a small gap between two buildings.

That thing couldn't fit between there! Peter thought.

He swung between the gap. MJ looked back. The sky-stick suddenly switch itself around, to look like a snowboard! Harry came sailing through the gap too!

"Peter, he's right behind us!" MJ cried. Quickly, Peter swung himself around, shooting web's at the sky-stick, throwing Harry off course barely.

Harry sped up, careening towards Peter and MJ ever so slightly.

This is it! MJ thought.

"I love you!" she called to Peter.

Does she think we're gonna die? Peter said just as a pumpkin bomb went right past them. She might be right!

"Don't worry, I'll get us out of this!" he called to her.

MJ turned around again and Harry was gone.

"Where'd he go?" she asked Peter, as they stopped, and landed on a rooftop.

"I don't know," he told her. "But he's out there somewhere."

Then, Peter made tracks for MJ's apartment, ready to get her home.

OOO

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