Felicia sat on the floor of her cell, the same one that she had been in for those couple of years she had been kept at this island. It seemed every time she got free they brought her right back here.
Everything was a blur after Scarlet shot Aunt May. Andrew had leapt over Felicia; she was unsure if it was to get to Scarlet or to help Aunt May, but before he got to either of them, the Goblin had reached back and stabbed him in the arm with a syringe. Felicia didn't get the syringe, but instead the moment she looked up from Andrew, Scarlet's fist met her face and everything went dark.
When she had finally woken up she was on the floor of her old cell. She had no idea where Andrew, Violet, or Normie were. She hated the fact that Aunt May had just been left there to die all alone; that woman did not deserve that. The moment she woke up, she checked over herself and noticed that her small knife was still safely secured in her side pocket. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
She couldn't help but think about what had happened to Peter. The real Peter, that is. There was no way the shifter could have killed him. Peter was too smart for that. As far as she could tell, the shifter's only powers were to change its appearance and heal itself. It didn't seem to have any kind of super strength or anything.
The door to her room opened and she immediately got to her feet.
"Felicia Hardy." Stryker shut the door behind him. "You really are something, you know that?"
"Where are the others? You better not have hurt them," she said.
"I'll let your tone slide for now because I can tell you're upset that we've won." Stryker smiled. "As for the others, they're fine. You are not prisoners like you think."
Felicia gestured around the room. "This seems like a prison to me."
Stryker nodded. "Well, until you are no longer a security risk, I cannot risk you getting free again. Normie is probably in his room, or back with his father. Violet I believe is with Scarlet right now, asking a million questions. That one is an inquisitive little one," he laughed, "Andrew, like you, is back in his cell. He is understandably angry that his aunt was killed, but as soon as we get you two equipped with your chips, you can have free run of the place."
"Where's Parker?" Felicia asked.
"He is still unconscious in one of our newer cells. The Goblin really did a number on him, it doesn't seem like our Spider-Man is as great as we thought." Stryker sniffed.
Felicia kept her face indifferent.
"Seeing how you all keep losing or destroying my chips, I have to have Scarlet go to our facility in Argentina. In other words, you will have to remain in this cell until tomorrow night at the earliest. I will not allow you to see anyone before then. We can't have any more incidents like the last time."
Felicia didn't answer. She kept the smile from her face as Stryker left the room, shutting the door behind him.
This at least gave Peter another day to find them before Stryker installed the chips again. It would be a lot easier to rescue them all if they weren't trying to kill him. She just hoped he was able to find the place in time.
A few minutes passed and just as she was about to sit back down, the door opened again. Instead of Stryker, this time the Goblin entered her room.
"I thought Stryker said nobody was allowed to see me before tomorrow night?" Felicia crossed her arms.
The Goblin shrugged. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."
Felicia narrowed her eyes at him. "Excuse me? What makes you so special that you can just go against his orders?" she mocked him.
He grinned his razor sharp teeth at her. "The mind control doesn't affect me like it does the others."
"What do you mean?" Felicia dropped her arms to her side, scrutinizing him. He had this smug look on him.
"Well, the electrocution still gets me. He can still use the kill-switch on me, but the mind control..." the Goblin shook his head, smiling all the while.
Well, this was new. "How does it not affect you?" she pressed. Neither Harry or the Goblin had ever mentioned it before.
"Let's just say it's a good thing that our buddy Harry has that whole split personality thing going for him. The chip affects him while it's active, but it allows me to come out for the period of time that it is active. I don't think Stryker was prepared to use the chip on someone with prior split personality disorder."
Felicia just slowly nodded. "And why are you telling me all of this?" She questioned. She had a bad feeling in her stomach, usually when people revealed things like this to you, they were planning on getting rid of you soon after.
"Because I know one of your secrets." he began walking around the room. Felicia would turn her body to make sure he was always in front of her.
"What secret are you talking about?" she suppressed her worry with complete unconcern.
The Goblin stopped walking and stared at her for a moment. "Where is Peter Parker, Felicia?"
Her heart skipped a beat. "Stryker literally just told me he was being held in a newer cell, unconscious thanks to you."
"I knew from the second that bomb hit the ground that that was not Parker. Parker would have tried saving you, not running away to save himself."
Felicia shook her head. "Of course that was Peter. He was running to his children to make sure they were safe. Who else would that be?"
The Goblin smiled and nodded. "Does this look like Peter Parker to you?" he passed his phone to her which was paused on a video. His fingers brushed her hand as he put the phone into her hand. She shuddered.
Felicia played the video and watched as the unconscious shifter shifted from Peter Parker, to Harry, to Gwen, to Mary Jane, to Lila Barton. Felicia gulped. the Goblin took back his cell phone.
"Who else knows?" Felicia practically whispered.
The Goblin shrugged again. "Well, us and whoever you told. I didn't tell anyone, yet." he pocketed the phone.
"Why?" This didn't make any sense to her.
"Does it matter?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, it does," she said.
"Why?" he repeated with a smile. She smiled back, only for a moment.
She sniffed. "I couldn't tell you why."
The Goblin scrunched up his face with confusion for a moment before going back to his smug grin. "You know, Harry still has feelings for you. After all these years."
Felicia rolled her eyes at him. "Is that supposed to cause a reaction or something?"
"Just letting you know."
"You know, you seem a lot less violent than I remember the Goblin being," Felicia said. "What changed that?"
The Goblin's mouth pressed into a thin line before answering. "The experimentation caused mine and Harry's mind to fuse even more so than it was. I feel many things he feels now." He walked closer to Felicia. "Regret, guilt, fear, passion… lust."
He gave Felicia a wink.
"So why do you stay here?" she wondered. "Why keep that chip in your head?"
"I thought that was obvious. Harry can't get rid of me with the chip in our head," he said seriously.
"So you'd rather live as Stryker's servant than to be free?" she questioned.
"Funny," he started. "Parker asked me almost the same thing. But, the answer is, I still wouldn't be free without the chip. Harry would be the one in control and I would only be able to slip through the cracks occasionally."
"Is Stryker planning on killing any of us?" Felicia asked suddenly.
The Goblin narrowed his eyes at her. "I hope not."
The corner of Felicia's mouth twitched at his answer. "You 'hope' not?"
"Like I said before, Harry and I are much... closer in mind now. It would kill him to see either you or Parker dead. But, I can't disobey a direct order from Stryker, or else we will really be dead."
The room suddenly filled with blue blinking lights and an ear piercing siren started to ring out, filling the room.
"I've got to go," the Goblin said.
He was out of her room before she could respond.
Peter had to wait for three hours for the next flight to Colombia from New York. The flight itself took another four hours and then there was a delay at the airport when they landed. They had to wait on the plane for nearly another hour. Peter thought about just running off the plane, but decided it was better if he wasn't a security threat in another country.
It was 3:17 am by the time Peter left the Buenaventura Airport. The airport was close to the coastline. He hoped he would be able to find a boat at this time.
It was 85 degrees and pouring. His hoodie quickly became soaked, and he couldn't even bring his Spider-Man suit with him. He didn't want to risk being checked at the airports.
There were very few vehicles out at this time. Most of the people that were out were younger, most of them looked like couples or friends coming from bars. He noticed that there were a lot of stray dogs and cats in the area. The greenery of the area was very exotic, and Peter thought that, is he wasn't n the situation he was in right now, he would definitely think about coming back here for a vacation one day.
Every single boat rental place was closed. Well, what did he expect? He tried knocking on every single boating place, hoping that there was somebody inside cleaning up or something. The earliest place opened at 7:00 am and he really didn't want to wait another four hours, knowing his family was in danger.
Just when he was starting to think about "borrowing" a boat, an older man who looked to be about sixty or so, called out to him.
"Hola! Hablas espanol?" The older man had a bad limp and despite the rain, wasn't using an umbrella. He had brown and grey salt-and-pepper hair, and a long grey mustache.
"Oh, uh, no. Hablo ingles...?" Peter said, sounding unsure of himself.
The man gave out a friendly laugh. "My friend, you're not from around here are you?"
Peter shook his head as the man stopped in front of him. "No, I'm not. I really need to get somewhere by boat and none of these places are open."
"Ah, so that is why you are lingering outside of my boat rental." The old man looked over at the right to the building Peter was standing near.
"This is your place?" Peter smiled at this news. "I really really could use your help right now. I need to get to Gorgona Island as soon as possible-"
"Ah, no. Ese lugar es malo! We don't go there." The smile on the old man's face dissolved. "No bueno." He shook his head.
Peter frowned. "No, it's fine. I know some people there and-"
"People have gone there and not come back." the old man informed him. "Es peligroso. Dangerous."
"Please, I have money." Peter dug into his pockets for his wallet. "This is very important. My family is in danger and I need to get there," he pleaded.
The old man stared at him for another moment before loudly sighing. "Senor, do you even know how to drive a boat?"
Peter opened his mouth and then closed it.
"I can get you there." The man consented. "It will take a couple hours to get there by boat. But, it is going to cost you extra for me to drive. Also extra because of where we are going."
"How much is it going to be?" Peter didn't care how much money he had to pay; he pulled out a couple hundreds. "I have three hundred dollars. Will that cover it?"
The old man's eyes lit up and he took the money from Peter's hand. "Si! Si! Come on, let's go." Peter followed him to the edge of the water. The man walked onto the dock up to a fishing boat that looked like it could hold eight or so people comfortably.
"So, I didn't catch your name," Peter said.
"You can call me Diego. What is your name, senor?" the man answered.
"Peter. Thank you so much for this, I really mean it."
"Let's just hope we are able to get back okay." the old man said gravely. He pulled the anchor out of the water and gestured for Peter to get into the boat.
"Don't worry, we will."
"I have to say, I am very impressed with the both of you," Stryker said as he stirred his cup of coffee. "When you say you're going to get something done, you get it done, and I thank you for that."
"Yes, sir," Scarlet answered, hands crossed behind her back.
"So there were no other casualties aside from the aunt?" Stryker asked, setting the stirrer down on the counter.
"Nope." the Goblin grinned, entering the room.
"How nice of you to join us." Stryker smiled. "Did you figure out what the level two alarm was for?"
The Goblin plopped down on the couch in the room. "Yup. Normie wanted to see Andrew, I guess. He tried opening up the cell without entering the code, hence why the alarm went off."
Stryker raised his eyebrow and continued to stare at the Goblin.
"...I let him know not to have any further interactions with Andrew until we have him chipped though," the Goblin continued.
Scarlet looked down at the Goblin on couch with a glare and slightly nudged her head in Stryker's direction. The Goblin gave her a questioning stare in response.
"Goblin, next time you address me I expect you to stand," Stryker said sternly.
"Right. Sorry, sir." he got up from the couch and mimicked Scarlet's stance. "My apologies."
"That's all right." Stryker waved it off. "As I was saying to Scarlet here, I am very impressed that you managed to capture all five of them, Spider-Man included."
"Thank you, sir," the Goblin replied.
"In fact, I am so…I'm going to use the word delighted... I am so delighted that you were about to bring me them, that I will ignore the fact that you directly disobeyed a command today," Stryker said, setting his coffee down.
"Sir?" he questioned.
The Goblin suddenly dropped to the floor, writhing in pain. He held his head as waves of crushing agony beat one by one against the back of his eyelids.
"Do not patronize me," Stryker growled out. "I know you just came back from Felicia's cell. I told you all not to interact with her, Andrew, or Parker unless I gave the okay. Are we clear?"
The Goblin, out of breath, managed to nod. "Y-yes, sir," he said weakly.
"Good. Because if you disobey another order, I will order you to kill either Felicia Hardy or Peter Parker. I know how you had a soft spot for them." Stryker smiled and picked his coffee back up.
Scarlet hadn't moved from her spot since she arrived. The Goblin managed to get back up to his feet, although they were still shaking slightly from the electrocution.
"Goblin, you are dismissed. Scarlet, I need you to go to the place we discussed to get more of my chips."
"Yes, sir," they both answered.
Stryker failed to see the look of pure loathing on the Goblin's face as he exited the room.