Hello. Welcome to my first Spiderman story. As much as I'd like to, I do
not own any of the characters they all belong to marvel. In case you're
wondering, I'm following the movie story line, so this story is going to
take place between movies 1 and 2. Please be patient with my story, all
will become revealed soon enough. Thanks a lot,
--Peach man
Spiderman Issue #10 – Capabilities
Muffled voices echoed throughout the boundaries of his mind. Shards of glass danced as the fires looped around in circular spirals. Heavy breathing, the sound of a horn and the falling of several boulders clouded his ears, and wrenched at his eardrums. A pair of hands slid under his arms and hauled him upward.
"Spiderman, Spiderman are you alright?"
He shivered, tears welling in his eyes as his vision attempted to adjust. He found himself wanting security, wanting to be in the arms of someone close to him. He found himself wanting Mary Jane. Words kept repeating themselves in his mind, telling him how close he was to dieing.
"Are you alright?" The voice repeated. "Better call an ambulance."
"NO!" Spiderman screamed, breaking free of the figure's hold.
His vision finally fixed itself; the Emt that had helped him out of the rubble had backed up. Spiderman scrambled to his feet, examining the area around him.
"Where is he?!" Spiderman demanded.
"Where is who?" The man asked.
"Heaton! Hobgoblin! He's the reason I was under there!" he screamed.
"Sir, you were the only one we pulled out of this wreck." The Emt began.
"No! He's here, he's going to kill all of you!" Spiderman yelled.
The Emt stared wide-eyed and shocked at Spiderman and picked up his walky talky. He mumbled something into the receiver and then placed it back in its pouch. The man placed his hand on Spiderman's back, rubbing it and trying to calm him down.
"I need to stop him, he's insane." The masked hero said.
"Sir I assure you, we've uncovered the entire building. You were the only person we found. The only things that are left are cameras that we found, and a web knapsack. Is it yours?" He asked.
Spiderman nodded and politely asked the man to take him to the knapsack and the cameras. The EMT complied and took the web slinger over to his belongings and Spiderman snatched up his camera. The EMT tried to get it back, but Spiderman was too quick. He back flipped avoiding the man and caught his web knapsack with a web line. Now with both items in his possession he quickly made his escape.
Immediately he took to the air, swinging as fast as he possibly could. He breathed heavily, every muscle in his body working to propel him faster through the sky. Several birds whipped past, and he ignored them, landing on a rooftop and continuously running. Spiderman leaped from rooftop to rooftop, landing quickly and then dashing to the next. He needed to get home and fast. Hobgoblin had to have survived that; his glider could have easily moved him through the wreckage and out.
Spiderman leaped again, front flipping and clearing the next building. A thousand things ran through his mind, the shock of finding out his boss was Hobgoblin was unbearable. The fact that Eddie and the hobgoblin had shown up together every single time had just processed through Spiderman's head. Had they been working together? And if so could they know who he really was?
"No time, get home." He choked out.
As he landed on another rooftop he came face to face with a man. It was brock, with a devious look upon his face. In his hand was a camera, and he lifted it to take a picture of Spiderman. Spiderman seethed heavily, his teeth bearing underneath his mask. He could taste the blood circling inside of his mouth; he swallowed deeply, his adrenaline beginning to rise.
"Lookie what we got here." Brock began, strolling towards Spiderman.
"If you like where your teeth are, I suggest you stop dead in your tracks." Spiderman snarled.
The pain was too much to hide from his voice. He panted heavily, a stray tear leaving his eye. It felt like he had fought ten green goblins, and then ten more. Every inch of his body ached. Brock just laughed, he could hear the tremble in Spiderman's voice and found him exposed.
"What's the matter? You don't like being messed with?" Eddie continued.
"I told you to-"
"NO. Answer my question, DO you like being messed with?!" He screamed.
Spiderman's eye's narrowed, a firm glare developing. Brock went from self- amused to angry in a matter of three seconds. Spiderman searched his memory and found nothing; he hadn't messed with brock.
"No. And I didn't mess with you. You've been following me around like a damn boy scout for the past month and half!" Spiderman yelled.
Brock chuckled once again.
"This doesn't have to do with me," He explained. "This has to do with you and a certain goblin."
From behind him the Hobgoblin rose, arms folded and cloak swaying in the wind. The hood of the cloak was pulled over his head, shading his face and giving him a sinister look.
"You killed someone Spiderman." Eddie added.
"And we are here to bring vengeance." Hobgoblin finished.
The glider rose further in the air and Spiderman studied the two of them. They were both crazy, infected with some immoral disease. Well, he wasn't about to go down without a fight.
"You know, if your expecting me to just sit back and let you kill me, you're sadly mistaken." Spiderman exclaimed.
"Oh no Spiderman, We want a fight." Brock said, cracking his knuckles.
Hobgoblin lurched forward on his glider, speeding up towards the web slinger, and Brock took off running. Spiderman lowered himself into a crouching position and waited, trying to figure out which one to take out first.
"This is it! The end for you WEBHEAD!" Hobgoblin roared.
In an instant, Spiderman had leaped into the air, his body rising to level with the goblin and he landed a furious kick into the goblins posterior. The goblin fell off of the glider, landing hard on the cement roof, and the glider toppled, skidding across the cement. Its jets propelled it further and it continued digging up the roof and sailed straight through the end, taking off several layers of brick.
Spiderman spun a web line and swung himself back around, catching Eddie Brock in the side with both of his feet. Brock flew backward, slamming into a leg on the small water tower of the building. He slouched down and didn't look like he was getting up.
The masked arachnid landed on the rooftop, glancing at the Hobgoblin. The goblin had made it back on his feet and opened the pouch he carried with him.
"I'll kill you Spiderman! I'll show you why I'm the best goblin!" Hobgoblin guffawed.
From his hand, several razor bats emerged, forming a metallic wave that flew quickly towards him. The wings of these bats sliced past Spiderman's body, causing him to flip back wards, and his spider sense to become alert.
The bats zipped past him, flying off into the distance before making a turnaround and traveling back towards the two masked fighters again. Spiderman had just landed when the first bat struck his shoulder, droplets of blood flying through the air. A second sliced at his calf, tearing the piece of costume off like a rabid dog.
Spiderman shrieked in pain, grabbing his shoulder and beginning to slouch forward. Two more razor bats looped around, catching him in the sides of his arm. Pain burned through him like a forest fire, his limbs ached and sent him messages of defeat. Hobgoblin wasn't going to let it end this quick.
"You little fool." Goblin began, walking towards him.
Spiderman whimpered, his head rising a little just in time to see hobgoblins foot slam into his right eye. The glass that covered his eye cracked from the impact, and his body flew backwards, skidding across the pavement. His vision began to clear, and he could see Brock crawling towards him.
In Eddie Brocks left hand was a knife, is edge picking up the reflection from the sun. Spiderman groaned, desperately trying to pick himself up off of the ground. Eddie was on the offensive, and hobgoblin was still walking towards him.
"You know what's really funny Spiderman," Hobgoblin began "We were hired months ago to bring you down, but I was paid much more money than this is worth."
"Yeah, just hearing you scream is payment enough." Brock added.
"Why are... you... doing... this?!" Spiderman yelped.
"You ruined my first job opportunity." Brock snarled. "I had the biggest scoop of all time."
"He's referring to the bank heist at the Queens Bank. Brock thought he knew who did it so he got some photos. The next day you caught the real robbers." Hobgoblin finished.
"My boss called me a fraud! He fired me on the spot in front of everyone!" Brock added again, raising his knife.
A thin line of webbing shot out and nailed brock's hand, sticking the knife to his palm. Spiderman's hand lowered, and he quickly sat up.
"Contrary to your belief I can relate!" He yelled, landing a solid punch on Eddie.
The photographer fell backward, rolling towards the edge of the apartment. Hobgoblin wrapped his hands around Spiderman's neck and began to choke him, with unbelievable strength. The web slinger desperately tried to free himself from Hobgoblin's grip.
"I'm going to kill you..." Goblin smirked.
"Nggh! Aghh!" Spiderman choked.
The two struggled against one another for several moments, each trying to pry the other one off. Brock had reached the edge and toppled, clutching the edge of the building tightly.
"Help me! You guys, save me!" Eddie screamed.
Hobgoblin continued to laugh, tightening his hold on the web head, trying to crush his lung pipes. Spiderman finally landed a swift right hand into the hobgoblin's stomach and broke the hold, knocking the goblin to the ground.
Blood was everywhere, the razor bats had cut deeper than he expected. He breathed heavily before running to Eddie's aid. However Brock had slipped, and was falling fast towards the streets below.
Spiderman leaped off the edge and sailed down toward him, catching his foot with a firm web line. He spun another line, connecting to the side of the building and held the lines tight. Brock dangled in the air a good ten feet from the ground, he was so frightened that his camera slipped from his hands and clattered on the street below.
On the streets several people had gathered to watch Spiderman's struggle, shouting several words of encouragement to him. Among those people was Mary Jane. She watched Spiderman with a childish expression on her face, amazed at what he was doing. Spiderman felt his stomach sink, as it was now way past his meeting with her at the college.
"Damn it all." He mumbled, pulling Brock up towards him.
From on top of the roof, several small orange objects began to fall towards the street. A maniacal laughter filled the air, and Spiderman's head turned. Hobgoblin was throwing bombs off the roof at the citizens, risking destroying not only the web slinger but everyone else as well.
The sound of Mary Jane's screamed echoed through his ears and he quickly webbed Brock to the building. It seemed like forever before he landed on the pavement, and when he did he dashed towards Mary Jane. He scooped the red head up in his arms and swung out of the way. The other citizens had all taken off in a panic, and several cars pulled to the side, trying to avoid the bombs.
Spiderman redirected his body, swinging the other way towards the bombs. Mary Jane clutched his neck tightly, shaking and breathing hard from panic.
"Hey. Just relax, I'll fix everything." Spiderman said to her "Thank you so much." She whispered to him.
The webbed wonder released the web line, letting his body fall down ward before he shot out another web strand. This webbing was thick, and formed a net, on an awning just below the bombs. Slowly the bombs began to land in the netting, and did not explode.
Spiderman let out a deep sigh of relief and landed back on the building, still cradling Mary Jane close to him. The two glanced at each other, and marry Jane studied him hard. He swallowed deep, trying to make sense of what her eyes were searching for.
"I...I..." He stammered.
From atop the building, hobgoblin appeared, mounted on his glider. Hobgoblin let out a loud cackle before throwing numerous razor bats from the pouch he carried. Once again, Spiderman was on the defensive, swooping forward to grab Brock from the side of the apartment before swinging away to safety.
The bats connected with the bombs that sat in the net, and formed a loud explosion. The detonation of the bombs shattered several nearby windows and took out the middle of the pillar on the building. The weight of the apartment began to shift, pieces of brick and concrete sailing toward the streets below.
From a nearby rooftop, Spiderman observed this, as he set Mary Jane down safely. He also let Brock slide from his hands and land on the rooftop. Curiously he hopped up on the rail that lined the apartment that they had landed on, and studied the goblin. Suddenly the glider turned towards him.
"Well, well, well..." Hobgoblin sneered.
"I've had about enough of you for one day." Spiderman said gruffly.
"And I you wall crawler." Goblin added. "So let's say we schedule some sort of...finale?" He asked, the redness in his eyes shining like fire.
"I don't think so." Spiderman answered, leaping onto the glider.
After several quick punches, Hobgoblin had lost his balance and the glider was shifting back and forth uncontrollably. Spiderman landed a fourth punch to the Hobgoblin's face, following it up with a fierce uppercut. The goblin toppled backward, falling off the glider and sailing toward the streets below.
"Paul!" Spiderman yelled, extending a hand and creating a web line.
The line caught Hobgoblin's back and stopped him right before he hit the street. Hobgoblin did not look pleased.
"Don't try and be a hero!" He snarled, cutting the web line with a razor bat.
He landed on the streets below and took off down an alleyway. Spiderman quickly jumped building tops, running towards the edge. He glanced downward but there was no sign of Paul, or the hobgoblin. Aching, he made his way back to the previous rooftop and promised Mary Jane a quick ride home. As for Eddie Brock, Spiderman left him on the rooftop to fend for himself.
Mary Jane was home in no time, but she had some bloodstains on her coat from Spiderman. His shoulder was completely dripping with blood, and he groaned each time he created a new web line.
She glanced at him sympathetically. Her hand slowly moved to the side of his face and her fingers ran over the fabric for several moments. Under his mask, Spiderman sighed in disappointment. He had yet again failed her and she was still coming back to him; but in a different way.
"You don't have to bring me all the way home, I can just catch a cab..." She said.
"Don't be ridiculous. I saved you, least I can do is bring you home." Spiderman answered.
"But your shoulder-"
"-Its fine."
The two swung through the skies in silence, Mary Jane's apartment was nearing closer. She clutched his arm tightly as he made the swing around the last building and landed firmly on the grass.
"Well, here you are." Spiderman said, setting her down.
"Thank you Spiderman," She said, walking towards her door.
She quickly turned around, hoping to catch him before he left.
"Spiderman! Do you uh, know what happened to my friend? He was at the Manhattan Metro when it was destroyed today. I'm worried sick about him." She yelped.
"His name's Parker right?" Spiderman remarked, a smirk forming under the mask.
"Yes! Peter Parker!" M.J. answered.
"He wasn't too badly injured. In fact he was more worried about meeting a young woman than he was his own safety. You must feel pretty lucky." He said.
"Thank you." She smiled, walking into her apartment.
Spiderman turned, extending a hand towards a telephone pull and snagging the side with a web line. He took a running start and dove off of the building, heading straight for the streets below. At the last second, he kicked his feet up, and propelled himself through the air and into the skies.
When he finally made it back to his apartment, he removed his gloves and mask, throwing them in his closet. And after some struggle he removed his shirt and tended to his wounds. His entire body screamed for sleep, and he silenced it by falling into his bed, slipping off to sleep quicker than he swung through the city.
It seems as though young Spiderman has temporarily found his way out of the trouble he was in. But things aren't yet over. Hobgoblin is still lurking somewhere, and has trouble brewing for our favorite web head. As for Eddie Brock who knows? Keep reading to find out what happens next, thanks, please review!! -Peechman
--Peach man
Spiderman Issue #10 – Capabilities
Muffled voices echoed throughout the boundaries of his mind. Shards of glass danced as the fires looped around in circular spirals. Heavy breathing, the sound of a horn and the falling of several boulders clouded his ears, and wrenched at his eardrums. A pair of hands slid under his arms and hauled him upward.
"Spiderman, Spiderman are you alright?"
He shivered, tears welling in his eyes as his vision attempted to adjust. He found himself wanting security, wanting to be in the arms of someone close to him. He found himself wanting Mary Jane. Words kept repeating themselves in his mind, telling him how close he was to dieing.
"Are you alright?" The voice repeated. "Better call an ambulance."
"NO!" Spiderman screamed, breaking free of the figure's hold.
His vision finally fixed itself; the Emt that had helped him out of the rubble had backed up. Spiderman scrambled to his feet, examining the area around him.
"Where is he?!" Spiderman demanded.
"Where is who?" The man asked.
"Heaton! Hobgoblin! He's the reason I was under there!" he screamed.
"Sir, you were the only one we pulled out of this wreck." The Emt began.
"No! He's here, he's going to kill all of you!" Spiderman yelled.
The Emt stared wide-eyed and shocked at Spiderman and picked up his walky talky. He mumbled something into the receiver and then placed it back in its pouch. The man placed his hand on Spiderman's back, rubbing it and trying to calm him down.
"I need to stop him, he's insane." The masked hero said.
"Sir I assure you, we've uncovered the entire building. You were the only person we found. The only things that are left are cameras that we found, and a web knapsack. Is it yours?" He asked.
Spiderman nodded and politely asked the man to take him to the knapsack and the cameras. The EMT complied and took the web slinger over to his belongings and Spiderman snatched up his camera. The EMT tried to get it back, but Spiderman was too quick. He back flipped avoiding the man and caught his web knapsack with a web line. Now with both items in his possession he quickly made his escape.
Immediately he took to the air, swinging as fast as he possibly could. He breathed heavily, every muscle in his body working to propel him faster through the sky. Several birds whipped past, and he ignored them, landing on a rooftop and continuously running. Spiderman leaped from rooftop to rooftop, landing quickly and then dashing to the next. He needed to get home and fast. Hobgoblin had to have survived that; his glider could have easily moved him through the wreckage and out.
Spiderman leaped again, front flipping and clearing the next building. A thousand things ran through his mind, the shock of finding out his boss was Hobgoblin was unbearable. The fact that Eddie and the hobgoblin had shown up together every single time had just processed through Spiderman's head. Had they been working together? And if so could they know who he really was?
"No time, get home." He choked out.
As he landed on another rooftop he came face to face with a man. It was brock, with a devious look upon his face. In his hand was a camera, and he lifted it to take a picture of Spiderman. Spiderman seethed heavily, his teeth bearing underneath his mask. He could taste the blood circling inside of his mouth; he swallowed deeply, his adrenaline beginning to rise.
"Lookie what we got here." Brock began, strolling towards Spiderman.
"If you like where your teeth are, I suggest you stop dead in your tracks." Spiderman snarled.
The pain was too much to hide from his voice. He panted heavily, a stray tear leaving his eye. It felt like he had fought ten green goblins, and then ten more. Every inch of his body ached. Brock just laughed, he could hear the tremble in Spiderman's voice and found him exposed.
"What's the matter? You don't like being messed with?" Eddie continued.
"I told you to-"
"NO. Answer my question, DO you like being messed with?!" He screamed.
Spiderman's eye's narrowed, a firm glare developing. Brock went from self- amused to angry in a matter of three seconds. Spiderman searched his memory and found nothing; he hadn't messed with brock.
"No. And I didn't mess with you. You've been following me around like a damn boy scout for the past month and half!" Spiderman yelled.
Brock chuckled once again.
"This doesn't have to do with me," He explained. "This has to do with you and a certain goblin."
From behind him the Hobgoblin rose, arms folded and cloak swaying in the wind. The hood of the cloak was pulled over his head, shading his face and giving him a sinister look.
"You killed someone Spiderman." Eddie added.
"And we are here to bring vengeance." Hobgoblin finished.
The glider rose further in the air and Spiderman studied the two of them. They were both crazy, infected with some immoral disease. Well, he wasn't about to go down without a fight.
"You know, if your expecting me to just sit back and let you kill me, you're sadly mistaken." Spiderman exclaimed.
"Oh no Spiderman, We want a fight." Brock said, cracking his knuckles.
Hobgoblin lurched forward on his glider, speeding up towards the web slinger, and Brock took off running. Spiderman lowered himself into a crouching position and waited, trying to figure out which one to take out first.
"This is it! The end for you WEBHEAD!" Hobgoblin roared.
In an instant, Spiderman had leaped into the air, his body rising to level with the goblin and he landed a furious kick into the goblins posterior. The goblin fell off of the glider, landing hard on the cement roof, and the glider toppled, skidding across the cement. Its jets propelled it further and it continued digging up the roof and sailed straight through the end, taking off several layers of brick.
Spiderman spun a web line and swung himself back around, catching Eddie Brock in the side with both of his feet. Brock flew backward, slamming into a leg on the small water tower of the building. He slouched down and didn't look like he was getting up.
The masked arachnid landed on the rooftop, glancing at the Hobgoblin. The goblin had made it back on his feet and opened the pouch he carried with him.
"I'll kill you Spiderman! I'll show you why I'm the best goblin!" Hobgoblin guffawed.
From his hand, several razor bats emerged, forming a metallic wave that flew quickly towards him. The wings of these bats sliced past Spiderman's body, causing him to flip back wards, and his spider sense to become alert.
The bats zipped past him, flying off into the distance before making a turnaround and traveling back towards the two masked fighters again. Spiderman had just landed when the first bat struck his shoulder, droplets of blood flying through the air. A second sliced at his calf, tearing the piece of costume off like a rabid dog.
Spiderman shrieked in pain, grabbing his shoulder and beginning to slouch forward. Two more razor bats looped around, catching him in the sides of his arm. Pain burned through him like a forest fire, his limbs ached and sent him messages of defeat. Hobgoblin wasn't going to let it end this quick.
"You little fool." Goblin began, walking towards him.
Spiderman whimpered, his head rising a little just in time to see hobgoblins foot slam into his right eye. The glass that covered his eye cracked from the impact, and his body flew backwards, skidding across the pavement. His vision began to clear, and he could see Brock crawling towards him.
In Eddie Brocks left hand was a knife, is edge picking up the reflection from the sun. Spiderman groaned, desperately trying to pick himself up off of the ground. Eddie was on the offensive, and hobgoblin was still walking towards him.
"You know what's really funny Spiderman," Hobgoblin began "We were hired months ago to bring you down, but I was paid much more money than this is worth."
"Yeah, just hearing you scream is payment enough." Brock added.
"Why are... you... doing... this?!" Spiderman yelped.
"You ruined my first job opportunity." Brock snarled. "I had the biggest scoop of all time."
"He's referring to the bank heist at the Queens Bank. Brock thought he knew who did it so he got some photos. The next day you caught the real robbers." Hobgoblin finished.
"My boss called me a fraud! He fired me on the spot in front of everyone!" Brock added again, raising his knife.
A thin line of webbing shot out and nailed brock's hand, sticking the knife to his palm. Spiderman's hand lowered, and he quickly sat up.
"Contrary to your belief I can relate!" He yelled, landing a solid punch on Eddie.
The photographer fell backward, rolling towards the edge of the apartment. Hobgoblin wrapped his hands around Spiderman's neck and began to choke him, with unbelievable strength. The web slinger desperately tried to free himself from Hobgoblin's grip.
"I'm going to kill you..." Goblin smirked.
"Nggh! Aghh!" Spiderman choked.
The two struggled against one another for several moments, each trying to pry the other one off. Brock had reached the edge and toppled, clutching the edge of the building tightly.
"Help me! You guys, save me!" Eddie screamed.
Hobgoblin continued to laugh, tightening his hold on the web head, trying to crush his lung pipes. Spiderman finally landed a swift right hand into the hobgoblin's stomach and broke the hold, knocking the goblin to the ground.
Blood was everywhere, the razor bats had cut deeper than he expected. He breathed heavily before running to Eddie's aid. However Brock had slipped, and was falling fast towards the streets below.
Spiderman leaped off the edge and sailed down toward him, catching his foot with a firm web line. He spun another line, connecting to the side of the building and held the lines tight. Brock dangled in the air a good ten feet from the ground, he was so frightened that his camera slipped from his hands and clattered on the street below.
On the streets several people had gathered to watch Spiderman's struggle, shouting several words of encouragement to him. Among those people was Mary Jane. She watched Spiderman with a childish expression on her face, amazed at what he was doing. Spiderman felt his stomach sink, as it was now way past his meeting with her at the college.
"Damn it all." He mumbled, pulling Brock up towards him.
From on top of the roof, several small orange objects began to fall towards the street. A maniacal laughter filled the air, and Spiderman's head turned. Hobgoblin was throwing bombs off the roof at the citizens, risking destroying not only the web slinger but everyone else as well.
The sound of Mary Jane's screamed echoed through his ears and he quickly webbed Brock to the building. It seemed like forever before he landed on the pavement, and when he did he dashed towards Mary Jane. He scooped the red head up in his arms and swung out of the way. The other citizens had all taken off in a panic, and several cars pulled to the side, trying to avoid the bombs.
Spiderman redirected his body, swinging the other way towards the bombs. Mary Jane clutched his neck tightly, shaking and breathing hard from panic.
"Hey. Just relax, I'll fix everything." Spiderman said to her "Thank you so much." She whispered to him.
The webbed wonder released the web line, letting his body fall down ward before he shot out another web strand. This webbing was thick, and formed a net, on an awning just below the bombs. Slowly the bombs began to land in the netting, and did not explode.
Spiderman let out a deep sigh of relief and landed back on the building, still cradling Mary Jane close to him. The two glanced at each other, and marry Jane studied him hard. He swallowed deep, trying to make sense of what her eyes were searching for.
"I...I..." He stammered.
From atop the building, hobgoblin appeared, mounted on his glider. Hobgoblin let out a loud cackle before throwing numerous razor bats from the pouch he carried. Once again, Spiderman was on the defensive, swooping forward to grab Brock from the side of the apartment before swinging away to safety.
The bats connected with the bombs that sat in the net, and formed a loud explosion. The detonation of the bombs shattered several nearby windows and took out the middle of the pillar on the building. The weight of the apartment began to shift, pieces of brick and concrete sailing toward the streets below.
From a nearby rooftop, Spiderman observed this, as he set Mary Jane down safely. He also let Brock slide from his hands and land on the rooftop. Curiously he hopped up on the rail that lined the apartment that they had landed on, and studied the goblin. Suddenly the glider turned towards him.
"Well, well, well..." Hobgoblin sneered.
"I've had about enough of you for one day." Spiderman said gruffly.
"And I you wall crawler." Goblin added. "So let's say we schedule some sort of...finale?" He asked, the redness in his eyes shining like fire.
"I don't think so." Spiderman answered, leaping onto the glider.
After several quick punches, Hobgoblin had lost his balance and the glider was shifting back and forth uncontrollably. Spiderman landed a fourth punch to the Hobgoblin's face, following it up with a fierce uppercut. The goblin toppled backward, falling off the glider and sailing toward the streets below.
"Paul!" Spiderman yelled, extending a hand and creating a web line.
The line caught Hobgoblin's back and stopped him right before he hit the street. Hobgoblin did not look pleased.
"Don't try and be a hero!" He snarled, cutting the web line with a razor bat.
He landed on the streets below and took off down an alleyway. Spiderman quickly jumped building tops, running towards the edge. He glanced downward but there was no sign of Paul, or the hobgoblin. Aching, he made his way back to the previous rooftop and promised Mary Jane a quick ride home. As for Eddie Brock, Spiderman left him on the rooftop to fend for himself.
Mary Jane was home in no time, but she had some bloodstains on her coat from Spiderman. His shoulder was completely dripping with blood, and he groaned each time he created a new web line.
She glanced at him sympathetically. Her hand slowly moved to the side of his face and her fingers ran over the fabric for several moments. Under his mask, Spiderman sighed in disappointment. He had yet again failed her and she was still coming back to him; but in a different way.
"You don't have to bring me all the way home, I can just catch a cab..." She said.
"Don't be ridiculous. I saved you, least I can do is bring you home." Spiderman answered.
"But your shoulder-"
"-Its fine."
The two swung through the skies in silence, Mary Jane's apartment was nearing closer. She clutched his arm tightly as he made the swing around the last building and landed firmly on the grass.
"Well, here you are." Spiderman said, setting her down.
"Thank you Spiderman," She said, walking towards her door.
She quickly turned around, hoping to catch him before he left.
"Spiderman! Do you uh, know what happened to my friend? He was at the Manhattan Metro when it was destroyed today. I'm worried sick about him." She yelped.
"His name's Parker right?" Spiderman remarked, a smirk forming under the mask.
"Yes! Peter Parker!" M.J. answered.
"He wasn't too badly injured. In fact he was more worried about meeting a young woman than he was his own safety. You must feel pretty lucky." He said.
"Thank you." She smiled, walking into her apartment.
Spiderman turned, extending a hand towards a telephone pull and snagging the side with a web line. He took a running start and dove off of the building, heading straight for the streets below. At the last second, he kicked his feet up, and propelled himself through the air and into the skies.
When he finally made it back to his apartment, he removed his gloves and mask, throwing them in his closet. And after some struggle he removed his shirt and tended to his wounds. His entire body screamed for sleep, and he silenced it by falling into his bed, slipping off to sleep quicker than he swung through the city.
It seems as though young Spiderman has temporarily found his way out of the trouble he was in. But things aren't yet over. Hobgoblin is still lurking somewhere, and has trouble brewing for our favorite web head. As for Eddie Brock who knows? Keep reading to find out what happens next, thanks, please review!! -Peechman