Kraven spotted the OsCorp building, shining in the now rising Sun. He ran, and leaped off of the building rooftop he had been on, landing on the ground, and sprinted to the OsCorp building. An open hatch rested in the side of the wall.

That's where he wants me to get in? Kraven thought, climbing inside of the hatch. It turned out to be more like a slide, and he rode on it for about eight seconds, before reaching the end of it. He looked around the 'basement' of OsCorp. He was in a rather small room, a doorway to his left. He walked through the doorway, now inside of a room that was about the size of an elegant restaurant.

"Hello!" he shouted. "Is anyone there? Osborn?!"

Some lights flickered, and a giant green creature stepped out into Kraven's sight.

"I have contacted the Lizard, and he should be on his way in a few hours," Kraven said. "I have also heard word of another creature on the loose. I have tracked his scent, to that of Peter Parker's home."

"Parker?" the monster asked. "Does he know of your presence?"

Kraven gulped. "I have fought him once before sir, but he escaped before I could do anymore damage."

"If he finds out about our plans, it could wreck everything!" the creature yelled. "Now, I want you to find this new, thing and give him the word."

"Yes," Kraven said, as an elevator door slid open. He boarded it, and saluted the monster. When Kraven was gone, the creature went back to the room it had been in originally. Inside with him, was a large man about his size. He was bald, wearing a white jacket with purple pants, and giant sized hands and feet.

"Goblin?" he asked. "Will Spider-Man find out about our, trades?"

"No," the creature yelled. "If your chemicals were linked to me, we would both be in trouble with the law. But, if it weren't for your drugs, I wouldn't be this damn beast, Kingpin!"

"I told you, my men were still working on it, but you told me you didn't care, and to just ship it to you," Kingpin said calmly.

"My mistake!" the creature yelled. "As long as Spider-Man and the rest of the world think I'm dead, I could care less!"

"Yes, but what happens when he finds out?" Kingpin asked him.

"Then it will be time to spread the word… and the word is fear," the creature said, laughing maniacally.

XXX

Peter woke up, on the old bed of Norman Osborn. He rolled around a bit, looking up at the ceiling. He looked at the plaster, imagining images in the hard texture.

He then jumped out of bed, his Spider-Man costume draped over the computer chair next to him. He picked it up, and made his way to Harry's room.

Harry had been up long before Peter, already dressed and was eating breakfast in the kitchen.

"Harry?" Peter called, after finding his friend's bed empty. "Harry you here?!"

"In here!" Harry yelled to him, with Peter headed towards the kitchen.

Peter walked inside, spotting Harry at the table with his head on the hard wood.

"Hey," Peter said.

"Hey," Harry returned. "So, are we going to be checking for clothes?"

"I guess so," Peter said, throwing his Spider-Man costume aside. "Well, let's go then."

XXX

Gwen clutched Normie tightly as she started to cry. The Venom creature had just been after her, she just learned that her husband was Spider-Man, and worst of all, he had lied to her! She couldn't believe what had just happened to her in the past couple of days. She decided to take herself and Normie to an old friend's house, and stay there until she could think. It would have to workout, right? Venom couldn't find her now… right?

XXX

Peter and Harry walked inside of a small store named, "Mac Gargan's Clothes." It looked to be run by a lone man, obviously named Mac Gargan.

"Hello," Mac said to the two buyers. "Can I help you with something?"

"Uh, hi Mac," Peter said. "My friend and I, were wondering if you had something dark, maybe a couple of black hoodies?"

"Actually I do, and it's half off if you buy the black pants to go with it!" Mac said, happily.

"Go ahead," Harry whispered to Peter.

"Okay," Peter said. "Well, I guess that's all we need then."

"One moment please," Mac said, walking off to grab their items. Harry and Peter sat down on a small sofa.

"So, what are we going to do next?" Peter asked Harry.

"Well, once we get the clothes, we should probably look near some run-down buildings, some guys may be inside," Harry informed Peter.

"Or maybe there's gonna be guys who will shoot first, and not bother to ask questions later," Peter said worriedly.

"Relax," Harry said to his friend, just as Mac came back with their clothes.

"Here you are gentlemen," Mac said, handing them their sleek wardrobe.

"Thanks you," Harry said, pulling out a few $20's. "Keep the change!"

Mac took the money from him, gaping at it all.

"Thank you very much!" Mac said, as they were walking out the door. "And please, do come again!"

XXX

"Okay, so how about we stop by the Brooklyn Bridge," Peter said to Harry, once they had dressed up in their new clothes.

"It's just right around the corner, so we should probably investigate there," Harry agreed. "Let's do it." As they made their way to the Brooklyn Bridge, they noticed many weird looking men on the streets, some that looked like would-be criminals.

"Peter," Harry whispered. "Why don't we just ask one of these guys?"

"Fine, but once they turn out to be FBI, its all your fault," Peter said back.

They walked over to a man, who wore gold necklaces and rings, and had a sock cap on.

"What do you want?" he asked them hatefully. "You here to see Ben Grimm?"

Peter had heard of Ben Grimm. He was the leader of the Yancy street gang. As he turned around, he even saw a street sign reading, YANCY STREET.

"Uh, yes we are here to see Mr. Grimm," Harry said to the man.

"Alright, you fellas need to follow me den," he said, motioning towards a rusty door. He opened it up saying, "After you ladies."

I should kick your ass right here, Peter thought. There was a narrow staircase leading down father, and at the end, were a bunch of gangsters, and a bald man that looked to be about twice their size.

"Okay boss, des are the last ones," the man said.

"Sure thing Vince," the bald guy yelled. "Who are these two anyway?"

"Uh, hey," Peter said. "I'm, uh, Max Dillon, and this is my friend, ummm, Hobie Brown."

Peter just thought up the first names that came to mind. They also just happened to be the names of some of his old classmates.

"Max, and Hobie huh?" Ben said, laughing. "What kind of name is Hobie?"

"That's my name," Harry said. "And if you got a problem with it, we can settle it right here!"

"Ohhhhh," some of the guys ranted.

""No, let's not fight, just what were we talking about here?" Peter asked.

"I'll kick your ass in a minute sugarpuff," Ben said, glaring at Harry. "Now, as I tolds yas, the Kingpin got a call from some rich dude, saying he could help us out, if we scratched his back. So we had some of our guys whip the moron a screwed up drug, and he took it. So he gave the boss the location of the Chameleon, he had some of our guys hunt him down somewhere in Canada, and now we got a lifetime partnership with the dude."

"Um, who is the guy?" Peer asked, trying to dig up some more information. "The rich guy?"

Ben stared at them. "Who used to be the Green Goblin. Now, he's some monster. His name is Norman Osborn."

Peter and Harry looked at each other.

"And who's the Chameleon?" Harry asked, still shocked by the sudden revelation.

"The Chameleon, is some guy who can turn into anyone he wants to," Ben said. "Like some mutant, so he ran off to Canada. The Goblin kidnapped some girl there while the Chameleon was disguised as her, and the Chameleon got himself killed there. Then I think the Goblin killed the girl… since then, not much has been going on, which is why we need to make ourselves heard!"

Peter and Harry, after getting everything they needed, which turned out to be only one thing, started backing up to the staircase.

"Whoa, where do you girls think your going?" Ben yelled at them.

"We're just gonna go," Peter said.

"They could be cops!" Ben yelled. "Grab 'em!"

Peter and Harry quickly ran up the staircase, as bullets shot at the same place they had been moments ago. They quickly burst through the door, and as they did, Peter shot a web line.

"Grab on!" he yelled to Harry, who grabbed onto his shoulder. Many onlookers caught sight of a man in black shooting webbing from his wrist.

"It's Spider-Man!" a person yelled. "And he's out of costume!" Peter pulled hard on the web line, and they went soaring through the air, just as the gangsters came shuffling out of the door.

"Boys," Ben said, looking up into the sky at the figures. "That was the god-damn Spider-Man."

The gangsters continued watching, as Peter and Harry swung through the air, and around the corner.

XXX

Back at Harry's penthouse, the two friends suited up into their gear and costumes.

"So, we know that some guy named the Kingpin is involved," Harry said. "Along with, the Chameleon."

"Yea," Peter said. "And so is… your- your dad." There was an awkward silence between the two, and Harry decided to end it.

"Peter, what happened to my dad?" Harry said. "I remember him dying, and then a few years later, you told me I had been a guy named the New Goblin… but what did those guys mean by my dad was the Green Goblin?"

"Your dad, was a criminal Harry," Peter said. "For awhile, you had thought Spider-Man killed your dad, and then you found out your dad had actually been the Green Goblin, so you made your New Goblin stuff to kill me, and I practically killed you and-"

"I got amnesia?" Harry asked.

"Yup," Peter said. "So now you know where all of your armor actually came from."

"I guess I do," Harry said, putting his visor-helmet on over his face. "Well, we should probably get going, you know and stop the Kingpin."

"Who is the Kingpin I wonder," Peter said. "That name sounds familiar, like I heard it from the Bugle back as a photographer, but back then I usually just read the papers to see what Jameson was saying about Spider-Man…you know what? If I had known then what Jameson told me on his deathbed… I would have never lied to him before…"

Manhattan- 2011

J. Jonah Jameson sat coughing on his bed, Peter Parker and his son, John Jameson by his side.

Although Peter hadn't cared for John much in the past, they had grown a small friendship over the years.

"John," Jonah said to his son. "Could you leave for a minute, so I can yell Peter something."

"Sure thing dad," John said with tears in his eyes, as he patted his father on the shoulder. John closed the door behind him.

"Peter," Jameson coughed. "I know the biggest secret you have ever had… I know that you were Spider-Man, and I'm sorry for all of the personal attacks on you."

"How did you find out?" Peter asked, smiling.

"Please, did you really think you could pull one over on this old geezer?" Jonah asked Peter, slightly laughing. "That's why I'm giving you the Bugle, to make up for it…"

"Your what?" Peter asked him. "Why not give it to John?!"

"Please," Jonah said. "John wants to be an astronaut, not a paper man."

"Thank you so much sir," Peter said.

"It's not sir anymore," Jonah said. "It's not even Jonah or Mr. Jameson, please call me by my real name… Jack."

"Jack Jonah Jameson?" Peter asked. "I never thought you'd tell anyone your real name."

"Well, now you know," Jameson, said. "Send John back in on your way out."

"Sure thing… Jack," Peter said, ready to exit the room.

"And one more thing," Jonah said to Peter. "That Spider-Man is no damn menace…"

"Thank you sir," Peter said, leaving the room.

That was the last time Peter ever saw his old boss alive. In the will, the Bugle had been given to Peter, and he ran it just as well as Jonah had, if not better…

Manhattan- 2017

"He told you that?" Harry asked his friend.

"Yup," Peter said, a few tears running down his cheek. He brushed them aside. "He was like a father to me at that moment… just like Uncle Ben was my whole life."

Another awkward moment that Harry wanted to end.

"Where should we start looking for the Kingpin?" Harry asked.

"I'm not sure," Peter said. "But, I have to make sure Gwen is okay. I'm just going to check up on her, and I'll meet you back here…"

"Sure thing, and make sure Normie is okay!" Harry yelled at him. "Not just Gwen!"

"You got it!" Peter yelled back to him, swinging outside of the window he had just opened.

Don't worry MJ, Harry thought. We'll find the guy that did it, and then, he's going to wish he'd been six feet under a long time ago…