"Number six?," the secretary asked.

Mary Jane looked up as the next girl on the numbered list got up and walked to the door. She was in a movie audition waiting room, bored out of her mind. Peter had asked her to stay in public places where Harry wouldn't expect her to be, and although an audition seemed predictable, given the probability of around 30 auditions occurring at any one time, MJ figured that this was safe enough.

"He's pretty hot," said a black-haired, almost gothic-looking teenage girl to her guy-friend, pointing to a picture in the Daily Bugle.

"For all you know, he's got eight eyes," said the slightly more colorful friend.

MJ feigned indifference as she began to listen to the conversation.

"Of course he doesn't. If he had eight eyes, why would there be only two eye-pieces in his mask?," the gothic one pointed out. The friend shrugged.

"I wonder who will win."

"I really hope that Spidey does. We'll know soon, I think. The fight is supposed to start-"

"What fight?," MJ interrupted. The gothic one closed the newspaper and showed her the front page: 'The Green Goblin Challenges Spider-Man'.

"You haven't heard?," the friend asked. "It's all over the-"

"Hey!," the gothic one protested as MJ snatched the paper out of her hands and opened it.

While the Goblin wouldn't elaborate as to the actual location where the fight is to take place, he told that Spider-Man would: 'The place where his girlfriend almost died'. He has demanded that Spider-Man meet him at the aforementioned site approximately 6:00 tonight.

It was 5:10.

Dropping the paper, MJ hurried out of the building. Dark clouds hovered overhead as she stepped onto the sidewalk. A business man was getting out of a taxi in front of her. MJ rudely squeezed past him into the car.

"I need to get to Queensboro Bridge, now," she said urgently.

"Sure, lady," said the driver, and drove off.

They were almost a block away from the bridge when they heard a bomb explode. Cars skidded to a halt, crammed bumper to bumper. Angry citizens got out of their cars, calling the police.

"Go!," MJ said.

"Are you nuts? I can't get through this!," the driver said.

MJ flung open the door, throwing two twenties at the driver, and franticly began to run through the traffic toward the bridge. She looked up, but Peter and Harry were nowhere to be seen. The blast had definitely come from Roosevelt Island. She looked at the traffic, frustrated. She needed to get over there. Whatever was happening, it was bad.

MJ assumed that the explosion had been Harry's doing, and knew that she had to stop the fight before one of them died. But even if she ran across the bridge, it would take far too long. It might even already be too late...

The problem was tragically solved as MJ turned at the sound of screams and gasps from those behind her.

The Green Goblin hovered for a moment, watching as Harry angrily punched Peter in the ribs repeatedly. Norman knew he should have expected interference from Harry, but he hadn't counted on him being early and fighting Peter already. Then, looking down at the bridge, he spotted the red-haired girl, Mary-Jane, in the middle of the traffic, and got an idea.

Surely, the presence of the woman they loved would stop them from fighting until Norman could convince Harry to let him kill Peter. He swooped down as she turned and grabbed her by the throat. He was amused as she let out a short scream, but otherwise just glared at him with defiant eyes as they flew toward the ruins of the abandoned building.