Part Three
"Ha!" The Green Goblin smirked atop his glider, hovering just a few dozen feet of the ground. Central Park was covered in crater marks and razor-bats were embedded in trees everywhere. In the Goblin's hand he held Spider-Man, his costume nearly ripped to shreds, blood poured from gashes all over his skin. "At last, I've beaten you. Now do you see, Spider-Man how useless it was all along?"
He chuckled while Peter struggled to even get air into his lungs. He reached out to tug at the end of his mask, "Now it's time to find out the face of my soon to be deceased nemesis."
Norman could hear the roar of a glider behind him. There was little time. He quickly flung Spider-Man down into the trees while banking hard to the left. A literal wave of stinger missiles exploded in a violent fury nearly consuming him.
"HobGoblin you sniveling opportunist, I should have know you would never make your move until my back was turned." Norman stated angrily turning to face his imitator.
"That's the difference between us, Osborn." Roderick replied, annoyed that his missiles had missed their target. "I do what's necessary to get the job done whereas you glorify your own ego with needless talk, you simply should have snapped Spider-Man's neck and gotten the job finished with."
Norman pulled a pumpkin grenade from his satchel and set his eyes squarely on the HobGoblin, the exhaust from their gliders in the night sky created a demonic undertone to their struggle, "Then cut the talk. I've wanted to teach you a lesson for some time!"
"Bring it on, Osborn."
Peter had landed in bushes, softening his crash but not by much. He'd been overtaken by Norman, the lack of hi-rise buildings hurt him, he couldn't gain distance or cover and took a beating at the hand of the Goblin because of it.
His back was aching and his lungs were on fire. Peter could barely move. In the sky above him he could see a literal fireworks display between both Goblins as they unleashed their arsenals on one another.
The beautiful display of death brought Peter out of the pain that consumed his every sense. He couldn't die, he made a promise he'd come home. Peter clenched every muscle he had control over and slowly rose to his knees, "I'm not finished yet." He swore proudly and rose back up with his muscle aching in agony. "Not by a long-shot."
Mary Jane was looking through a photo album that she'd found in one of the drawers in Peter's dresser. She sat down on the edge of the bed and began peering through their pages.
There were the faces of Peter's parents within. They held their child lovingly close to their hearts with wide smiles on their faces. It looked to have been bliss, pure and simple.
She went further and the faces changed, things became colder more severe. Suddenly, there was Peter alone standing on a grassy hill looking at Ben who stared solemnly back.
MJ frowned, there almost seemed to be a fear in Ben's eyes. Things changed, Peter slowly began to smile again, typically with Aunt May at his side with Ben watching quietly from behind, through the years he came closer until he was too alongside his nephew. Then suddenly they stopped with a picture of Peter going off to high school.
"May used to have pictures taken all the time." Ben Parker said standing in the doorway quietly, "It was her way of remembering her friends and family. I never saw the use in it before." He stepped forward slowly, "Now that she's gone there will be no more pictures."
"It doesn't have to stop." She replied.
Ben smiled gently, "I don't know, I never could figure out how to use those darned cameras."
She got up from the bed, closing the book, "I have an idea, come on."
The HobGoblin roared past Osborn furiously unleashing a spread of shrapnel from one of his gun cannons.
Norman covered his face with his hand. The shrapnel scraped against his forearm but caused little serious damage. He brought his glider around to face Roderick, "I see you've made some changes. Not bad, there's more to you than a petty thief."
"Quiet, Osborn, nothing will deter me from removing you once and for all." The HobGoblin vowed and powered the thruster on his glider, "You're finished." He fired his glider's final remaining spread of stinger missiles.
"Hah!" The Green Goblin veered hard to the left avoiding the explosions with ease, "You're sloppy." He flung a pumpkin grenade with deadly accuracy, "Have fun!"
Roderick pulled back reflexively but it was not enough to avoid the fury of the explosion. Though the initial blast didn't affect him, the metal shrapnel that streamed forth scraped roughly against his skin and in the process scared his entire face badly.
"Ugh." He moaned loudly touching his face gently, realizing the damage caused. "You insane fool."
Norman cackled, "Hey, look at that, now we've got a little something in common." He declared pointing to his missing eye. He accelerated forward charging energy into his gloves.
Suddenly, Spider-Man swung past him landing a forceful blow across Norman's jaw and sending him into a spiral.
"You didn't forget about me did you, Gobby?" Peter inquired landing on the tip of a tall tree.
"Meddlesome fool, you should have run away like the coward I know you to be when you had the chance." He fired a blast from his gloves but Peter easily dodged it to his dismay. "Stay still for once you freak!"
Peter landed another blow in passing on Norman's face, "Look who's talking." He declared landing on another tree-top.
The Goblin spit blood out from his lips, "One day that mouth of yours is going to get you killed." He threw a pumpkin grenade towards his agile foe.
Meanwhile, the HobGoblin regained his senses. His fight against Osborn was proving more difficult than he had originally anticipated. However, his fear gave way to joy upon spotting the Green Goblin and Spider-Man locked in battle with one another. "Now, I've got one chance, now."
He raised his pumpkin grenade and pulled his arm back, "Goodbye my stupid pawns."
A blast of energy zapped the HobGoblin's hand, mutilating his appendage forcing him to shelter it, "What!"
"Everybody stops!"
Norman, Peter and Roderick all halted and looked at the figure descending from the sky atop another glider. It was a new green figure without the purple garb but with the gloves nevertheless.
"Harry?" Norman asked
Peter's heart froze, "No, not you." He whispered silently.
Harry Osborn stared at his father, "No more father, I can't stand this any longer." He pulled one of his father's very own pumpkin grenades out from his satchel, "I will not let you go on like this."
Mary Jane got the camera set up and placed it on the table at an appropriate angle, "Get ready." She said and stood beside Ben. "Say cheese."
Ben laughed, "Cheese." He said in a very dry manner that reminded her of Peter. The camera flashed and soon thereafter a new image was added to the album for the first time in what felt likes ages.