summary: The Green Goblin is back. Out to get somebody...not just Spider-
man.
author's note: Ooh, sorry it's a little late. I just was busy...a little. Hey, this chapter isn't THAT much, but I HOPE to have the next one more pack full of action. Yeah, yeah, romance too. I got bored with this chapter so quick cause it doesn't have much adventure, so if you get bored, don't complain cause I already know...and thanks for liking it. I didn't know so many people would like it. I though I'd only get like, five reviews or something. But hey, this is the Spider-man community! It's sorta small, but I like it small. I hope it doesn't turn out to be like the Harry Potter section and get all full right away. And okay, this is based on the movie, so I didn't read ALL of the comics.
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Mary Jane shook off the strange feeling she'd been having for quite a while now. It was impossible. Peter, the boy she'd been living next to since she was six, couldn't be hiding the secret that he was Spider-man. But the clues were connecting...from the answering machine that she got from her ruined apartment. It was a little mixed up, a bit confusing to tell. Maybe it was Peter that was on the phone yelling to the Green Goblin. But she still wasn't sure to jump to conclusions. She would ask him in the apartment...where they would have a chance to be alone and talk about the cuffs; and not in front of Harry. So the rest of the way; waving for a taxi, driving home for the while, the three kept silent. Harry not even noticing the cuffs. Yet.
~~~
Harry clicked the door knob's lock open, and turned it, soon stepping in the entrance of the manor. He forced a yawn and stretched his arms, relaxing his muscles.
"Tired from all of the excitement, gonna hit the sack," He claimed, stepping into the warm living room. Before he headed towards the hall way again to make his way upstairs, he turned to Mary Jane as she stepped in after him. "You sure you're alright?"
"Well, I have ooze running down my breast line and some along my neck, but I'm still breathing, aren't I?" She replied, finding her way to the closest bathroom and running a cloth under warm water, wiping some more ooze off of her drenched body.
"Yea, okay," Harry didn't know what else that might comfort her, so he left it at that. "Anyways, hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. Better hope for a better dinner, actually. Sure you guys aren't freaked out or anything?"
"We're good," Peter sighed, sitting on the couch and slumping his head between his shoulders. Harry thudded up the wooden staircase and even higher, making his way to his old room. Mary Jane, hearing this, took action right away. She stepped out of the bathroom and in the living room, towards her fond friend.
"Pete? Can I have a word for a sec?" Mary Jane asked hopefully, sitting down next to Peter. He looked up, surprised.
"Sure, I guess, MJ. What's on your mind?" He replied, looking deep into her eyes.
"I'm still thinking about the restaurant, actually. Spider-man coming again. Beating that new villain up to a bloody pulp. Me getting all covered in ooze. And then I remember, I was suffocating. I couldn't breathe. And I saw him again, helping me. Coming to my aid. And then, Harry wasn't helping. He was too transfixed on capturing Spider-man. Hand cuffing him, and people shouting for him to let Spider-man go. He broke the cuffs, and fled. And I still have a feeling...they're still on." Mary Jane revised, trying hard not to look at his wrists yet.
"What do you mean?" Peter grew concerned, and anxious. Mary Jane looked down to his wrists. His jacket sleeves had been raised a little. The cuffs were gone. Dammit! Mary Jane cursed. She thought she had him for sure. But now maybe she'd never know. Who knew? An illusion? But she wasn't that airheaded to think so. Why hadn't she done it then and get it over with; just to have some proof to let him know she knew. But too late now.
"Well, um, my guess, is that he's probably still somewhere with them on, I suppose," she covered, not wanting to seem like a lunatic with out proof. Peter looked more relieved than her now.
"Maybe," he shrugged. "So where's you new apartment?" Mary Jane thought quickly, not wanting to seem poor, but not wanting to lie, either. So both were a little out of it. But if she told him she had a hotel or some apartment somewhere, he'd offer to drive with her. And that would be embarrassing.
"That's the problem..." She trailed off, looking deeper into his eyes, "I still didn't get one. And I'm going to go to an audition tomorrow, and I'm staying at some crappy motel..."
Quickly advancing to a more polite gentleman, he had to offer her something. "MJ, you can stay here. I mean, Harry won't mind, of course. After all, he owes you one." Mary Jane had to give a small smile.
"Nah, thanks for the offer though, Tiger." She thanked. "Well, I better be off now. I don't think this stuff in my ear will come out all on it's own." She stood up and headed for the door. Peter stood up right away as well, following her, not before peering out of the window.
"MJ, it's raining," He said, hearing the pouring rain against the street.
"Little drizzle never hurt anybody," She said, swinging open the door. A crash of thunder made her jump back. "Well, thunder and lightning..."
"Are you sure you don't want to stay the night?" Peter asked again.
"I really don't want to be a bother,"
"No, no bother! Just think of Harry and me on another planet!"
"Well, I wouldn't want that to happen. But okay, if you truly insist," Mary Jane felt a little embarrassed telling him about her motel, but one night couldn't hurt.
"Okay, great! It's getting late, I'm going to go to bed," Peter said, "do you know your way around?"
"A little. Harry's taken me here once I think. Either that or just the outside..."
"Okay, that's good. So can you help me my way around?"
"What, you've never been here before?"
"No. And I don't even know where the kitchen is," Peter sighed, scratching the back of his neck. Mary Jane only smiled.
"Then let's go look for a room for you," She contained her laugh within, and got out of the entrance hall, walking towards the stair case.
~~~
Mary Jane stepped out of the shower, water dripping from her hair. She got most of the ooze off of her; except for some in her ear. Sighing, she pulled a pearly white towel off of the bathroom counter to cover her body in it's warmth. Every room had a bathroom connecting to it; five rooms in total. The room she was sleeping in was a hall away from Peter's, and she didn't know where Harry's were yet. She walked out of the bathroom and into the guest room, sitting on her bed. For some odd reason, Peter offered to get some of her clothes for her. She gave him the motel's name, and he was off down the street; back in ten minutes. It only added on to her suspicion. She took her pajamas in both hands, remembering the night when she wore them last. She was falling. He saved her. All of the children. He should've gone for the children first. She was only one girl. But he went for her first, and saved them all. And the Green Goblin's yellow eyes. Those terrible, yellow eyes. His horrible, hoarse voice. A shiver rolled down her spine, and she pulled her pajamas over her head, yanked the blanket out of it's fold and onto her as she laid down to sleep. Everything in her mind was a swirl, blurred as the many times Spider-man carried her away into the fresh air and landed some where safer. She heard the Green Goblin's cackle laugh into her ear. Her dropping. Falling. Falling. Floating in Spider-man's arms. Looking down and head snapping back up. She hadn't had this dream for a while now. But this night felt stronger and more vivid than ever. Why this night? The last thing she saw in her dream was Spider-man's silver eyes...then Peter's sweet sky blue eyes. Both matching from when she saw them. Then her eyes snapped open, in terror.
"Who's there?" She whispered. She heard it. The Green Goblin's hoarse cackle. Coming closer. Closer. "Who's there?" She repeated, louder this time. The cackle drew nearer.
"Hello my pretty," It was the Green Goblin's voice, she knew for sure.
"Where are you?" Her fear got the best of her, and her voice cracked.
"Are you afraid?" It asked. She knew what she was feeling. Terrified. Hoping the Green Goblin wasn't anywhere near her, she pulled the covers off of her at full speed and jumped out of bed. "Boo!" It screeched, then cackled again.
"Leave me alone!" She screamed, not loud enough to wake anybody with in her distance, though.
"Where are you going, MJ?" It asked in it's dark tone. "Hopefully not to Spider-man. Baby going to run to her hero again?" Mary Jane couldn't take it. She zipped across the room and swung the door open, running out and closing it behind her, and then running down the hall. She heard the cackle. Following her. Where ever she went. She turned the hall's corner and found Peter's bedroom. She pulled the door open and closed it silently, padding over to his bed.
"Peter! Peter!" She shook him softly, hoping not to disturb him too much. It was dark. Who knew where the Green Goblin could be lurking. Peter was under his blankets, squinting his eyes. "Peter!"
"Mary Jane?" Peter asked, opening his eyes a little. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard him," Mary Jane whispered, a tear drop rolling down her cheek, "I heard him again. His cackle. But I couldn't see him." Peter was now fully awake, sitting up. His blanket fell off of his chest, and exposed his firm, muscular abs. Mary Jane squinted to see them, then knew for sure. He looked great.
"Where? Where did you hear him?" Peter asked bravely, forgetting who he was at the moment.
"In my room. The Green Goblin. I couldn't see him, so I ran in here," Mary Jane whispered, dropping to her knees onto the bed and hugging Peter. Okay, his grip seems a lot like somebody I know, she thought as he hugged back.
"I'll go check it out," Peter whispered, letting go of her as she stood back up shakily. He grabbed his grey shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head, standing up. He was still in his dark blue jeans and white socks, so he didn't need to do anymore but stand up and walk towards the door. "You stay here, just in case," Peter stated, then walked out, closing the door behind him. Mary Jane clutched her upper pajama top closer to her skin, hugging herself tightly. The Green Goblin scared her, and if he was to return, she would have to hide in Spider-man's shadow forever. Unless...maybe she would. If she didn't want to be rescued 24/7, she probably would have to. She was already taking yoga after the tragic event, and martial arts wouldn't hurt, either.
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Mary Jane looked over her shoulder, shivering. She felt a presence somewhere in Peter's room. There was an evil aura that she couldn't describe. She sunk into Peter's bed. It was still warm from his sleep, and it felt nicer than the cold draft around the rest of the dark room. As she felt a little safer, it drained away. She heard the cackle again. Hoping it was just her imagination and fear, she closed her eyes, inhaling a deep breathe. Then she heard it again. It was coming closer. Then somewhere in the room.
"Mary Jane..." It's voice drifted away; mean and nasty with in it's tone.
"Stop it. Leave me alone," She whispered, plugging her eyes and shutting her eyes tightly, knees pulled up to her chest.
"Oh, how pathetic," The voice cackled, sounding strong and tricky now.
"Go away!" She said in an almost confident voice.
"Try and find me..." It laughed, a freezing breeze passing across the room. "Where's hero?"
"Peter!" She whispered, hoping for him to show up any moment. "Peter!" She raised her voice, wishing he would just come in right then and there. The door opened slowly, Mary Jane didn't notice. It creaked open wider as a few tears streamed down her cheek.
"Why don't you show yourself, Green Goblin?" Peter said out loud, stepping into the room. "Come on. Be the brave villain you say you are."
"Ah, hero shows up to save the day," The Green Goblin's evil voice grew more playful.
"Ah, coward doesn't show up," Peter replied, Mary Jane now slowly taking away her hands and opening her eyes.
"Well, if I had a body to brain wash, I'm pretty sure it would be more simple. Do you want to take up the offer?" Green Goblin replied, irritated. Peter's face grew horrified. He realized though knew one thing: the Green Goblin would get to Harry first. Brain wash Harry to kill the ones he hates, even though Harry would know it's wrong.
"Don't," Peter stated firmly.
"Don't what? I'm just trying to have fun. Spider-man, understand this, you can't destroy me! You may destroy the ones I help kill, but I am a spirit created from the scientific knowledge known in Norman Osborn's wasted brain! But now somebody else in the family chain wants some help on revenge. Am I to turn it down? You can't stop me, Spider-man. I am my own soul. I can't be destroyed. I can talk as a mask or in a human or all by myself. But I need somebody to help me kill. Let's see...oh yes! Maybe somebody close to you and Norman. It will be oodles of fun, no? So long, hero!" Green Goblin's voice drifted away, slowly disappearing from the room. Peter looked down, balling his fists, and an evil look creeping into his eyes. He didn't want to kill his one and only best friend that he's known for a long time now. And he wouldn't. He'd have to destroy the Green Goblin some how, some way, instead of killing the person that the villain hides under. He just needed some help...and how many times has he won 1st place in the science fairs?
"Peter?" Another voice broke his train of thought. He looked up, to see Mary Jane looking at him.
"Did he call you Spider-man?" Mary Jane asked, pretending to act curious and confused.
"Um, I don't know. All I know is that he's trying to kill somebody. And take over someone's body, at that." Peter replied, trying to act just as confused.
"Why did he mention Harry's father?" She asked again, tears drying up.
"I don't know," he lied, then looked up, away from Mary Jane's eyes. "Here, let's just get some sleep for the night and figure out the rest in the morning," he suggested walking towards his bed.
"I know this is going to sound a bit off, but can I sleep in here tonight, please? With you?" She asked with pleading eyes. He softened at her look and stopped in place.
"Sure," he replied, knowing she might be terrified if she was left all alone back in her room. There were no couches in his small but expanding room, and there was only one blanket that he knew of in the room, so she slept in the same bed as him. He gave Mary Jane her space, and kept their bodies far apart so she wouldn't be uncomfortable with the situation. The next couple of weeks he would have to think quick and stand on his heels at all times. Now he had two villains in his city, and they just might team up...
~~~To be Continued~~~
Next Sequence to Spiderman 2: I promise more time will pass and more action onwards. This chapter was just, you know, an entrance for the Green Goblin. But I want to keep my point clear that he is back and crap. More action. More romance. Blah blah blah. How should I know? I didn't write it yet...
author's note: Ooh, sorry it's a little late. I just was busy...a little. Hey, this chapter isn't THAT much, but I HOPE to have the next one more pack full of action. Yeah, yeah, romance too. I got bored with this chapter so quick cause it doesn't have much adventure, so if you get bored, don't complain cause I already know...and thanks for liking it. I didn't know so many people would like it. I though I'd only get like, five reviews or something. But hey, this is the Spider-man community! It's sorta small, but I like it small. I hope it doesn't turn out to be like the Harry Potter section and get all full right away. And okay, this is based on the movie, so I didn't read ALL of the comics.
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Mary Jane shook off the strange feeling she'd been having for quite a while now. It was impossible. Peter, the boy she'd been living next to since she was six, couldn't be hiding the secret that he was Spider-man. But the clues were connecting...from the answering machine that she got from her ruined apartment. It was a little mixed up, a bit confusing to tell. Maybe it was Peter that was on the phone yelling to the Green Goblin. But she still wasn't sure to jump to conclusions. She would ask him in the apartment...where they would have a chance to be alone and talk about the cuffs; and not in front of Harry. So the rest of the way; waving for a taxi, driving home for the while, the three kept silent. Harry not even noticing the cuffs. Yet.
~~~
Harry clicked the door knob's lock open, and turned it, soon stepping in the entrance of the manor. He forced a yawn and stretched his arms, relaxing his muscles.
"Tired from all of the excitement, gonna hit the sack," He claimed, stepping into the warm living room. Before he headed towards the hall way again to make his way upstairs, he turned to Mary Jane as she stepped in after him. "You sure you're alright?"
"Well, I have ooze running down my breast line and some along my neck, but I'm still breathing, aren't I?" She replied, finding her way to the closest bathroom and running a cloth under warm water, wiping some more ooze off of her drenched body.
"Yea, okay," Harry didn't know what else that might comfort her, so he left it at that. "Anyways, hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. Better hope for a better dinner, actually. Sure you guys aren't freaked out or anything?"
"We're good," Peter sighed, sitting on the couch and slumping his head between his shoulders. Harry thudded up the wooden staircase and even higher, making his way to his old room. Mary Jane, hearing this, took action right away. She stepped out of the bathroom and in the living room, towards her fond friend.
"Pete? Can I have a word for a sec?" Mary Jane asked hopefully, sitting down next to Peter. He looked up, surprised.
"Sure, I guess, MJ. What's on your mind?" He replied, looking deep into her eyes.
"I'm still thinking about the restaurant, actually. Spider-man coming again. Beating that new villain up to a bloody pulp. Me getting all covered in ooze. And then I remember, I was suffocating. I couldn't breathe. And I saw him again, helping me. Coming to my aid. And then, Harry wasn't helping. He was too transfixed on capturing Spider-man. Hand cuffing him, and people shouting for him to let Spider-man go. He broke the cuffs, and fled. And I still have a feeling...they're still on." Mary Jane revised, trying hard not to look at his wrists yet.
"What do you mean?" Peter grew concerned, and anxious. Mary Jane looked down to his wrists. His jacket sleeves had been raised a little. The cuffs were gone. Dammit! Mary Jane cursed. She thought she had him for sure. But now maybe she'd never know. Who knew? An illusion? But she wasn't that airheaded to think so. Why hadn't she done it then and get it over with; just to have some proof to let him know she knew. But too late now.
"Well, um, my guess, is that he's probably still somewhere with them on, I suppose," she covered, not wanting to seem like a lunatic with out proof. Peter looked more relieved than her now.
"Maybe," he shrugged. "So where's you new apartment?" Mary Jane thought quickly, not wanting to seem poor, but not wanting to lie, either. So both were a little out of it. But if she told him she had a hotel or some apartment somewhere, he'd offer to drive with her. And that would be embarrassing.
"That's the problem..." She trailed off, looking deeper into his eyes, "I still didn't get one. And I'm going to go to an audition tomorrow, and I'm staying at some crappy motel..."
Quickly advancing to a more polite gentleman, he had to offer her something. "MJ, you can stay here. I mean, Harry won't mind, of course. After all, he owes you one." Mary Jane had to give a small smile.
"Nah, thanks for the offer though, Tiger." She thanked. "Well, I better be off now. I don't think this stuff in my ear will come out all on it's own." She stood up and headed for the door. Peter stood up right away as well, following her, not before peering out of the window.
"MJ, it's raining," He said, hearing the pouring rain against the street.
"Little drizzle never hurt anybody," She said, swinging open the door. A crash of thunder made her jump back. "Well, thunder and lightning..."
"Are you sure you don't want to stay the night?" Peter asked again.
"I really don't want to be a bother,"
"No, no bother! Just think of Harry and me on another planet!"
"Well, I wouldn't want that to happen. But okay, if you truly insist," Mary Jane felt a little embarrassed telling him about her motel, but one night couldn't hurt.
"Okay, great! It's getting late, I'm going to go to bed," Peter said, "do you know your way around?"
"A little. Harry's taken me here once I think. Either that or just the outside..."
"Okay, that's good. So can you help me my way around?"
"What, you've never been here before?"
"No. And I don't even know where the kitchen is," Peter sighed, scratching the back of his neck. Mary Jane only smiled.
"Then let's go look for a room for you," She contained her laugh within, and got out of the entrance hall, walking towards the stair case.
~~~
Mary Jane stepped out of the shower, water dripping from her hair. She got most of the ooze off of her; except for some in her ear. Sighing, she pulled a pearly white towel off of the bathroom counter to cover her body in it's warmth. Every room had a bathroom connecting to it; five rooms in total. The room she was sleeping in was a hall away from Peter's, and she didn't know where Harry's were yet. She walked out of the bathroom and into the guest room, sitting on her bed. For some odd reason, Peter offered to get some of her clothes for her. She gave him the motel's name, and he was off down the street; back in ten minutes. It only added on to her suspicion. She took her pajamas in both hands, remembering the night when she wore them last. She was falling. He saved her. All of the children. He should've gone for the children first. She was only one girl. But he went for her first, and saved them all. And the Green Goblin's yellow eyes. Those terrible, yellow eyes. His horrible, hoarse voice. A shiver rolled down her spine, and she pulled her pajamas over her head, yanked the blanket out of it's fold and onto her as she laid down to sleep. Everything in her mind was a swirl, blurred as the many times Spider-man carried her away into the fresh air and landed some where safer. She heard the Green Goblin's cackle laugh into her ear. Her dropping. Falling. Falling. Floating in Spider-man's arms. Looking down and head snapping back up. She hadn't had this dream for a while now. But this night felt stronger and more vivid than ever. Why this night? The last thing she saw in her dream was Spider-man's silver eyes...then Peter's sweet sky blue eyes. Both matching from when she saw them. Then her eyes snapped open, in terror.
"Who's there?" She whispered. She heard it. The Green Goblin's hoarse cackle. Coming closer. Closer. "Who's there?" She repeated, louder this time. The cackle drew nearer.
"Hello my pretty," It was the Green Goblin's voice, she knew for sure.
"Where are you?" Her fear got the best of her, and her voice cracked.
"Are you afraid?" It asked. She knew what she was feeling. Terrified. Hoping the Green Goblin wasn't anywhere near her, she pulled the covers off of her at full speed and jumped out of bed. "Boo!" It screeched, then cackled again.
"Leave me alone!" She screamed, not loud enough to wake anybody with in her distance, though.
"Where are you going, MJ?" It asked in it's dark tone. "Hopefully not to Spider-man. Baby going to run to her hero again?" Mary Jane couldn't take it. She zipped across the room and swung the door open, running out and closing it behind her, and then running down the hall. She heard the cackle. Following her. Where ever she went. She turned the hall's corner and found Peter's bedroom. She pulled the door open and closed it silently, padding over to his bed.
"Peter! Peter!" She shook him softly, hoping not to disturb him too much. It was dark. Who knew where the Green Goblin could be lurking. Peter was under his blankets, squinting his eyes. "Peter!"
"Mary Jane?" Peter asked, opening his eyes a little. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard him," Mary Jane whispered, a tear drop rolling down her cheek, "I heard him again. His cackle. But I couldn't see him." Peter was now fully awake, sitting up. His blanket fell off of his chest, and exposed his firm, muscular abs. Mary Jane squinted to see them, then knew for sure. He looked great.
"Where? Where did you hear him?" Peter asked bravely, forgetting who he was at the moment.
"In my room. The Green Goblin. I couldn't see him, so I ran in here," Mary Jane whispered, dropping to her knees onto the bed and hugging Peter. Okay, his grip seems a lot like somebody I know, she thought as he hugged back.
"I'll go check it out," Peter whispered, letting go of her as she stood back up shakily. He grabbed his grey shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head, standing up. He was still in his dark blue jeans and white socks, so he didn't need to do anymore but stand up and walk towards the door. "You stay here, just in case," Peter stated, then walked out, closing the door behind him. Mary Jane clutched her upper pajama top closer to her skin, hugging herself tightly. The Green Goblin scared her, and if he was to return, she would have to hide in Spider-man's shadow forever. Unless...maybe she would. If she didn't want to be rescued 24/7, she probably would have to. She was already taking yoga after the tragic event, and martial arts wouldn't hurt, either.
~~~
Mary Jane looked over her shoulder, shivering. She felt a presence somewhere in Peter's room. There was an evil aura that she couldn't describe. She sunk into Peter's bed. It was still warm from his sleep, and it felt nicer than the cold draft around the rest of the dark room. As she felt a little safer, it drained away. She heard the cackle again. Hoping it was just her imagination and fear, she closed her eyes, inhaling a deep breathe. Then she heard it again. It was coming closer. Then somewhere in the room.
"Mary Jane..." It's voice drifted away; mean and nasty with in it's tone.
"Stop it. Leave me alone," She whispered, plugging her eyes and shutting her eyes tightly, knees pulled up to her chest.
"Oh, how pathetic," The voice cackled, sounding strong and tricky now.
"Go away!" She said in an almost confident voice.
"Try and find me..." It laughed, a freezing breeze passing across the room. "Where's hero?"
"Peter!" She whispered, hoping for him to show up any moment. "Peter!" She raised her voice, wishing he would just come in right then and there. The door opened slowly, Mary Jane didn't notice. It creaked open wider as a few tears streamed down her cheek.
"Why don't you show yourself, Green Goblin?" Peter said out loud, stepping into the room. "Come on. Be the brave villain you say you are."
"Ah, hero shows up to save the day," The Green Goblin's evil voice grew more playful.
"Ah, coward doesn't show up," Peter replied, Mary Jane now slowly taking away her hands and opening her eyes.
"Well, if I had a body to brain wash, I'm pretty sure it would be more simple. Do you want to take up the offer?" Green Goblin replied, irritated. Peter's face grew horrified. He realized though knew one thing: the Green Goblin would get to Harry first. Brain wash Harry to kill the ones he hates, even though Harry would know it's wrong.
"Don't," Peter stated firmly.
"Don't what? I'm just trying to have fun. Spider-man, understand this, you can't destroy me! You may destroy the ones I help kill, but I am a spirit created from the scientific knowledge known in Norman Osborn's wasted brain! But now somebody else in the family chain wants some help on revenge. Am I to turn it down? You can't stop me, Spider-man. I am my own soul. I can't be destroyed. I can talk as a mask or in a human or all by myself. But I need somebody to help me kill. Let's see...oh yes! Maybe somebody close to you and Norman. It will be oodles of fun, no? So long, hero!" Green Goblin's voice drifted away, slowly disappearing from the room. Peter looked down, balling his fists, and an evil look creeping into his eyes. He didn't want to kill his one and only best friend that he's known for a long time now. And he wouldn't. He'd have to destroy the Green Goblin some how, some way, instead of killing the person that the villain hides under. He just needed some help...and how many times has he won 1st place in the science fairs?
"Peter?" Another voice broke his train of thought. He looked up, to see Mary Jane looking at him.
"Did he call you Spider-man?" Mary Jane asked, pretending to act curious and confused.
"Um, I don't know. All I know is that he's trying to kill somebody. And take over someone's body, at that." Peter replied, trying to act just as confused.
"Why did he mention Harry's father?" She asked again, tears drying up.
"I don't know," he lied, then looked up, away from Mary Jane's eyes. "Here, let's just get some sleep for the night and figure out the rest in the morning," he suggested walking towards his bed.
"I know this is going to sound a bit off, but can I sleep in here tonight, please? With you?" She asked with pleading eyes. He softened at her look and stopped in place.
"Sure," he replied, knowing she might be terrified if she was left all alone back in her room. There were no couches in his small but expanding room, and there was only one blanket that he knew of in the room, so she slept in the same bed as him. He gave Mary Jane her space, and kept their bodies far apart so she wouldn't be uncomfortable with the situation. The next couple of weeks he would have to think quick and stand on his heels at all times. Now he had two villains in his city, and they just might team up...
~~~To be Continued~~~
Next Sequence to Spiderman 2: I promise more time will pass and more action onwards. This chapter was just, you know, an entrance for the Green Goblin. But I want to keep my point clear that he is back and crap. More action. More romance. Blah blah blah. How should I know? I didn't write it yet...