Ever since what happened with the Green Goblin, I haven't seen any super villains.
Two months ago, in December, the malls and shops of New York were even more busy and hectic than usual. It was the Christmas season.
Spiderman had battled his fair share of villains, Doctor Octopus was after some type of sunbeam machine, Kingpin convinced everyone at the Daily Bugle that Spiderman was a bad guy, the city found out who Spiderman was but was brainwashed…
Normal stuff like that.
The Green Goblin hadn't been seen for a while. He'd broken out of jail a few months back, and had stayed underground.
But one day, he resurfaced. He attempted to rob a bank, and told everyone he hid a bomb somewhere. The city was in a panic. Spiderman fought valiantly, but it seemed that the Goblin had prepared too well. He had many tricks up his sleeve.
Finally, when Spiderman was all but defeated, Goblin threw a grenade at Spiderman, one of the most powerful Pumpkin bombs in existence.
Spiderman managed to throw it back, and it got lodged in the Goblin's armor. Before the explosion, he pressed a button on his belt, and half the city blew to kingdom come.
For Spiderman, it was one of the worst days of his life.
For the Goblin, it was the end of his life.
Or so it seemed…
Norman Osborne traced the patterns on the chair. He smiled and shook his head.
Treading near silently, he passed his son, who was asleep on the couch. Norman grimaced as he heard Harry snore.
The mirror was no longer there. It was a door. Norman passed through and looked about his old 'workshop'. Harry had changed it, just as he had changed the original Goblin armor. He called himself the New Goblin…or something stupid like that.
Norman reached under a workbench and pressed a button. A secret drawer appeared in the wall. Upon opening it, he discovered a data chip, so tiny that it could fit in the palm of your hand.
The Goblin smiled. "And now…you all will pay."
Peter stood in the park. The grass was green and the trees were beautiful. The other side of the park, however, was black and dead, tainted by the explosion two months ago.
Peter shook his head.
"Watch out!" Gwen yelled.
Peter spun around and grabbed the Frisbee out of thin air.
Harry looked at Gwen. "You do that on purpose, don't you?"
Mary Jane laughed. Her eyes sparkled in the winter sunlight. "Come on Pete, don't you want to play?"
Peter sighed. "Yeah, if I have to." He grinned. "Heads up, Harry!"
Golden slithered down from a tree, his observing complete. He weaved through the grass, and past the feet of people walking down the path, then fell into a drain near the road.
Once in the drain, Golden resumed his normal, hulking shape. He didn't particularly like it. It was hard to move about in. But the master liked him looking like that. He said that evil henchmen at least had to look scary. Golden wasn't exactly the perfect color, so he had to have some other area covered.
And then the master had laughed. Cackled really.
Golden didn't understand the master's logic, but he went along with it. He was human, Golden was not. The Goblin knew better than he.
Golden lumbered slowly down the tunnel, dragging his feet so as to achieve the appearance of having observed for a longer time than he actually had.
When he finally arrived at the main chamber, the master was not there. Golden quickly stopped in to check on the other human, Keith. All looked well. He was still hard at work on repairing the master's suit of armor.
Golden wedged himself into a corner to wait for the Goblin.
Norman entered his secret lair, and felt really depressed. He was living in a sewer. That may be all and well for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but he was an evil villain. He needed something flashier than a sewer.
"Golden!" he yelled.
The being was instantly at his master's side. "Yes?"
"Keep this safe, for now." The Goblin handed the chip to Golden, who, in turn, absorbed it into himself.
Goblin had encountered Golden a while back near a place were a comet had landed. He was an alien, that was for sure, and he absolutely worshiped humans, and thought them to be much better than himself.
Golden also had some sort of link with technology, an ability the Goblin was hoping to exploit some time in the near future.
"How is our…guest doing?" Goblin asked as he walked toward the prisoner's door.
"Well," said Golden, his voice garbled.
Norman peered into the room, and stepped back when he was assured that all was, indeed, well.
"Alright. Golden, I'm going to take a nap. Make sure that all stays the same and that the prisoner does not escape. Understand?"
"Yes, master." Golden resumed his post by the door.
Goblin collapsed on a couch and groaned.
Soon…soon he would have his life back.
And soon his nemesis would be gone.
Peter walked home by himself. Mary Jane had something to do at the library.
Wind blew through the leafless trees and the daytime traffic was dying down. The sun was beginning to set behind Peter's house as he got home.
"Hellllloooo," he called. The lights were all off, and the door had been locked.
"Must be at the store," he muttered. He flipped on the TV and headed to the fridge.
Only to walk right back into the living room.
On the news, a bank robbery was in action, and a fire going at a jewelry store elsewhere.
"How am I supposed to get to both places at once?" Peter was already changing into his suit. "Alright…bank first. I might actually be able to stop that one."
Swinging out the window, Peter felt exhilarated. Ever since he'd become Spiderman, he hadn't been afraid of heights.
Flying in-between buildings, he soon made it to the bank, only to see The New Goblin wrapping it up. Spiderman swung up and stuck to a skyscraper.
"Hey, what took you?" asked the New Goblin from his skystick. Peter could tell he was grinning under the mask.
"Fire. Downtown. Let's go," said Spiderman.
New Goblin nodded. "Alright. Wanna race?"
Spiderman smiled. "You're on."
