Chapter3
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Disclaimers: I don't own Spider-man, or anything Marvel created. I'm just twisting the whole plot to my own [grins maliciously]
Peter looked around for threats just in case. What's happening? Someone's in danger. Aunt May? Naw…it's just pure coincidence I remembered the dinner. He slung up to a commercial building, and noticed a senior crossing the road, without realizing a big Toyota van was speeding its way towards him. Maybe that's what the spider-sense was warning me about, he thought as he swung down and saved the man. The van driver braked with a noisy squeal when a blur of red-and-blue streaked across his windshield. He climbed out of his seat and greeted Spider-man like a long-time-no-see buddy. Spider-man could smell the strong stench of beer, and smoke on his body. Ooh…Gross!
"You don't drive when you're drunk, which you obviously is," Spider-man turned the other way and took a deep breath of fresh air.
"I ain't no drunk, man, I could easily spell out your name two thousand hundred times, Spideyman. And don't you give me one of those damn alcohol test stuff! I'm sober!" He added to the police. You're hopeless, Spider-man thought.
"Cops, give this guy a ticket for speeding. And a test." Spider-man said to the police nearby. I'd better go to Aunt May's house. Somehow I know something's going on there. His spider-sense was still buzzing, yelling at him to hurry up and move. Now he was sure something was wrong. Oh no… Spider-man quickly left the scene without a trace, swinging as rapidly as he could to Aunt May's apartment.
"I thought you were dead! Who are you?!" Mary Jane stood in front of Aunt May to protect her. Oh, as if she can. The Green Goblin could easily wipe out the both of them in seconds, "I thought Spider-man…killed you!"
"Parker?" Green Goblin chuckled evilly. MJ and Aunt May were surprised to hear that he knew who Spider-man was. The Goblin raised MJ's chin with his heavily armored glove forcefully. "No, I'm not dead. And I will never be. Tell me, if you would be so kind, where Mr. Parker is."
"Leave him alone." She slapped his hand away.She gulped, "I, I don't even know where he is."
"Ahh…play hero with me?" He harshly pushed MJ aside, held up Aunt May by the throat and threw her into the coffee table. There was a big crack, and the old woman's brittle collar bone and jaw broke.
"Aunt May!!" Mary Jane cried. MJ crawled hurriedly towards the motionless Aunt May, checking for a pulse or signs of life. Luckily she was still breathing and she still had a pulse. MJ breathed a sigh of relief. When she turned around to face the Green Goblin, he was holding up a small pumpkin bomb. He let it drop ("Oops!"). The spot where the bomb landed burst into flames. MJ watched the red hot blaze burn along the rug she gave Aunt May as a birthday present. Suddenly, the Goblin let of a little yelp and stumbled off his glider. He panicked.
"Where am I?" Harry Osborn's voice clearly said. Then he noticed MJ kneeling beside Aunt May, mouth opened in a small "O". Suddenly there was an explosion from the kitchen. Something ignited with the fire. MJ promptly covered her eyes and Aunt May's body as best as she can. The Green Goblin flinched. "MJ! Call 911! What happened to Aunt May?! What am I doing here?"
"What the…Harry??" MJ exclaimed. It was impossible. The Green Goblin…? "Ha…Harry Osborn? So, you were the Green Goblin? But you can't be!" Harry was with her the whole time, two years ago when the Green Goblin first appeared, at the Unity Day Festival.
"Well, such is life." The Goblin apparently returned to its old self. What is happening? MJ thought. "You can't hide from me, Spider-man! Suffer the consequences, or should I say, your little girlfriend and old and brittle auntie will!" He hopped on the silver glider and took off, cackling non-stop and leaving the "glider smoke" behind to mix with the black, smelly fumes from the fire.
The fire continued to burn. MJ scrambled to get Aunt May out of the situation, but the flames blocked the doorway. Fortunately for them, smoke didn't gather in the room because of the large hole the Goblin made.
Spider-man was already two blocks away from Aunt May's apartment. Please, don't let anything happen to her, no… He noticed smoke coming from Aunt May's apartment building, and picked up his speed. There were firemen underneath, some raising the ladder, some carrying fat hoses into the burning building. A crowd of people were looking up at the source of the fire—where Aunt May lived! A lot of people pointed at the masked hero as he arched his back and propelled himself into the flames.
"Aunt May!" he called through the smoke, "Are you there?"
"Peter!" It was Mary Jane, panting and gasping for air. She was holding up a limp figure. Spider-man rushed to their side. MJ was desperate to tell Peter to beware of the Green Goblin; she needed to warn him of Harry. But she couldn't stop hiccupping and coughing. Spider-man noticed this, he also wanted to know what happened, but it was best if he brought them to safety first.
"We'll talk later; let's get you out of here." With that, he had MJ help Aunt May get on his back, and she herself holding on to Spider-man's neck. He fired a web on the balcony right above Aunt May's apartment and they bungeed down to the fire-free streets of New York. The crowd of citizens politely separated, leaving space for Spider-man to land and stretchers to come through. The paramedics put Aunt May gently down on a stretcher and attached a bunch of devices on her, including pillow-like things and straps to secure her broken bones. They insisted on Mary Jane going with them to the hospital, because MJ was covered with severe burns and bruises, and she was coughing like crazy.
"I can't go!" MJ needed to tell Spider-man about the Green Goblin.
"No, MJ, go, I'll come with you."
"Uh, no, only relatives and friends please," a nurse shook her head.
"He is my friend!" MJ said.
"It's alright," Spider-man said. MJ furrowed her thin eyebrows and coughed. The nurse then escorted MJ to the ambulance. Than Spider-man got ready to jump into the burning apartment to save some more screaming people in the fire.
MJ cast one last, worried look at Spider-man, and stepped into the white van with Aunt May.
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