Norman Osborn and Peter Parker: Slash Love Interest
Kind of gross when you remember that Peter is as old as Norman's son, Harry… but then, there's still the Goblin *evil grin*
Chapter One
It had been a month since he, Peter Parker, had graduated from High School, and had moved into a dorm with his vest friend, Harry Osborn. It had been little more then a month before his graduation when he had gone on that field trip… and had turned into someone else entirely.
Life was not how he had expected it to be. Instead of wearing a –gag!- spandex suit and fighting crime throughout New York City, he had always figured he would earn a living by photographing his way through college and eventually become a scientist or a full time photographer for a large metropolitan newspaper. But like his Uncle Ben always said, "With great power comes great responsibility." –or, at least that was what he said… only an hour before…
Peter ran a hand through his auburn hair and shifted uncomfortably. He still felt utter and immense guilt that he had not stopped the man who had shot and killed his uncle. Everyday he thought about his beloved uncle- and that he would never be able to see him alive again.
Peter sat up in his bed finally, and stood. Something was bothering him- he felt an increasing tingling on his scalp. His Spider-Sense.
He immediately stripped from his everyday clothes to reveal his 'uniform'. After pulling on his mask, boots, and gloves, he opened his apartment window and leapt from the sill.
Gracefully, he shot out webbing and swung from building to building, far above the busy traffic below. As he sailed like a surfer upon waves, he kept his eyes and ears open for anything strange. He needn't have bothered.
Out of nowhere, a device sailed past Peter and hit the building that his webbing was currently attached too. The impact of the bomb hitting the wall was great; there was a huge explosion- fire and chunks of brick flying everywhere. Peter's webbing being secured to the wall only moments before, was now disintegrated completely, leaving Peter plummeting to the street below.
Without even thinking, Peter shot more webbing from his wrist and it attached itself securely to a billboard. Peter swung to the rooftop and landed, tearing the webbing from his wrist as he did so. He stood in a crouching position, alert, Spider Sense tingling. There, in the distance, was a trail of smoke as if a jet had taken off, and something green glinted in the sunlight.
Peter rolled his eyes. Of course, the Goblin had to make a grand entrance.
As the Goblin, atop his glider, came closer, Peter heard a faint cackling, which grew stronger every minute. Peter winced. The Goblin's sick sense of humour was really beginning to tick him off.
"Well hello, Spidey!" the Goblin cackled and two bombs shot from the glider, headed for Peter. Peter dodged easily by doing a couple backflips. On impact, both bombs released some sort of gas.
"You're an excellent conversational companion, but I really don't feel like chatting over a cup of tea at the moment." Peter said to the Goblin as he glided over to where Peter was crouched.
When the Goblin flew over Spider-Man, Peter launched himself from the rooftop and side-kicked the Goblin in the face. Caught off-guard, the Goblin staggered and nearly fell off his glider, but in the end, he kept his balance.
"That's all you've got, Spider-Man? If this is all the threat you are to me, I'll just give up on the spot!"
Peter clenched his teeth, and made a habit out of clenching and unclenching his fist. The Goblin observed this, and laughed.
"I've struck a nerve!" he cackled, and flew over to Peter. His voice grew more serious, as did his stance. "Let's see if I can't strike another one."
With a swift movement, he leapt off his glider and backhanded Peter across the face. Peter fell backwards and hit the rooftop, with a loud CRACK and roughly hit his head against the cement. He wavered between consciousness and unconsciousness, but as the Goblin bent over him and picked him up, his vision grew black. The last thing he saw before falling out of the conscious world were the Goblin's haunting yellow eyes.
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Norman Osborn woke up lying on the floor of his bedroom. As he picked himself up, he felt an immense uneasiness wash over him. He had done something that afternoon that he wished he hadn't, but he didn't know what.
He shook his head in dismissal. Perhaps he had drunken too much.
"Dad!"
Norman turned at the sound of his son's voice by the door, and Harry quickly crossed the length of the room and helped his father to stand.
"What is it? What happened?" Norman asked, putting an arm around his son. Whatever he had been worrying about when he woke up on the floor had exited his thoughts entirely. He was now much more worried about his only son- well, besides Peter, who had always been like a son to him.
Harry uncovered his face. Tears had welled up in the corners of Harry's eyes.
"Peter's gone."
A feeling of immense dread came over Norman. Something in the back of is mind was trying to tell him something.
"There was a battle or something nearby, I don't know, but it was between the Green Goblin and Spider-Man. I ran upstairs to tell Peter, but when I got to his room, he wasn't there! He had been there less then a minute earlier, dad! And the window was wide open! I think either Spider-Man or the Goblin took him!"
Norman held his son in a tight embrace and ran a hand through Harry's hair.
"We'll find him, Harry. I know we will."
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Author's Note:
I rewrote the chapter to make it longer and more descriptive. Sorry about spelling Osborn's name wrong, but a bout of Buffy-ness came over me, and I spelled his name like Oz's last name (Oz from BtVS's real name is Daniel Osbourne). I hope that explains it. Plus, I was very tired when I wrote the chapter, so the fight scenes were a little dry. I hope that this makes up for it!
Chapter Two will be up on Sunday.
