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Chapter 2 – The Party is Crashed
Peter quickly rushed to Oscorp, he forgot that Mary Jane was having her party in Harry's penthouse. As he went up the elevator, memories went through his head. It has only been a few months since Harry became the New Goblin. That was when Spiderman had the black suit, which turned out to be an alien symbiote that was taking control of him. Harry at first tried to avenge his father's death, who was the Green Goblin, but later on he realizes that his father was to blame and forgiven Peter. Since then he used his new powers to protect the city like his friend. Peter asked if he wanted to work together as a team, but Harry said, "No thanks, Pete. I think it's better that we work at different sections of the city. That way, we can cover more ground." Ever since then, the crime rate in New York decreased by almost 50%.
As the elevator doors open, Peter sprinted through the hallway and to the door. He quickly knocked at the door, and could hear some music inside. Harry was the one who answered the door. "Well you're a little late," he said with smile.
"Sorry, Harry, but I got into a little trouble," said Peter.
Harry lowers his head and asks quietly, "You mean a super villain?" Peter nods his head with a worried look. "Well, who was it?"
"Venom!" Peter whispers.
"What! I thought he died from Doctor Octavius's fire."
"That's what I thought but no. He's alive, and he almost killed me. If it wasn't for some strange boy, I would have been faceless."
"What boy?" asks Harry. Peter recounts the whole story of how an anonymous kid saves his life with mystical powers that baffled reason. "Are you sure he was a child," Harry asks.
"Either that, or he was an oversized midget; and I think you know which would be more likely."
"Well, let's just enjoy the party, and we can deal with Venom and mystery boy later." Peter enters the penthouse and looks among the crowd.
"So, where is the birthday girl," he asks.
"Ms. Watson is over there kind sir," Harry says with a rather poor job of a butler's accent. Peter walks towards MJ, who was in a green dress. She looks a little upset when she sees Peter.
"About time you showed up Peter. What took you so long?" she said with her hands on her hips.
"Sorry Mary Jane, but I had a little trouble with Venom," he replies. Mary Jane had also known that Peter was Spiderman for a year now. She has shocked look when Peter mentions Venom, for she remembered the time when Venom took her to the top of a clock tower and threw her over. If it wasn't for Spiderman's quick reflexes, she would have splat.
"He's not going to be around here, right," she asks, looking around as if she's expecting him now.
"Oh no, sweet heart, Venom was beaten pretty badly by an unknown attacker," Peter says.
"Well, as long as this attacker of yours doesn't come unexpected, then that's fine with me," Mary Jane says.
The party went on for an hour, and then Harry got the cake. "I baked this one myself," he said. Peter glares at him, "Alright, and Peter helped." Peter nods with satisfaction. Just when MJ was about to blow the candles, the wall nearby explodes. Peter quickly shields Mary Jane from the debris and tries to make out who is the figure behind the smoke. He could tell it was neither Venom nor the mysterious boy. He begins to fly out of the smoke by using jets on his boots. When his image was visible, Peter doesn't recognize him as any one he ever faced. He was about 6 foot 8, and he wore a metal suit with the color of sand. His helmet is hemisphere shaped at the cranium and only one of his eyes was covered with a protective lens. His other eye was exposed, and is shown to be three times bigger, red as a cardinal, and is popped out of the socket.
"Who are you?" Peter called as he stands up to the hovering assailant.
"I am called the Millennium Goblin, and if you were smart, you will run away from here. I am not from this time, the technology of my weaponry will not be harnessed by your people until another thousand years," he says with a deep voice that is amplified by the speaker on his mouth.
