Chap4

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Enough with the disclaimers.

I'm sorry about the "Ursula" thing coming so late. But I just have so much stuff to happen before Ursula. I'll try.

I love foreshadowing.


Mary Jane was covered up with bandages, and a cast for her slightly cracked ankle. The doctors gave her some medicine for the coughing. They told her it wasn't major. But now MJ had a headache. Was it her fault that Aunt May was so hurt? Why Harry Osborn? The Green Goblin?

A nurse interrupted her thoughts and asked, "I assume you are a relative, or friend of the lady who just got brought in?"

"May Parker, yes, I'm, uh, his nephew, her only living relative's...fiancée, Mary Jane Watson," she lied, the truth was Peter didn't even hint a proposal yet.

"Okay," the nurse said, scribbling on a form, "We'll have to contact her nephew immediately. His name...?"

"Peter Parker. It's okay, I called him already. He'll come, hopefully."

"Sure. Have a wonderful wedding." The nurse went back to her counter. MJ grinned at the statement, imagining marrying Peter on a hilltop—like a fairytale.


Spider-man's just saved an iguana, a man in his fifties living next to Aunt May, and a woman he knew from his job at the Daily Bugle, who was repeatedly asking him questions.

"So, Spider-man, where did you get your cute outfit? Did you make it? How old are you? Are you, uh, human? Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, while turning on the little recorder, as if she was actually expecting Spider-man to answer.

"Sorry, I need to go."

"Oooh, where? Can I come?"

"What do you think?" And he swung away.

"YES?!?" She yelled up at the distinct figure.

Peter put on his citizen clothing behind the hospital, in a damp alley. He practically ran around to the front of the hospital—and headed straight to the emergency department. He noticed a dark nurse at the information counter.

"Ye-es? May I help you sir?" She talked really fast in an accent.

"Um, yea, I'm here to find May Parker." Peter leaned on the counter, "I'm her nephew."

"Peter Parker?"

"Yea."

"The doctors are taking care of Mrs. Parker, so she won't come out of the emergency room, possibly, until ten."

"How is she?" Peter asked.

"I don't know! Your fiancée is waiting for you boy." She nodded towards MJ sitting in the waiting area, coughing.

"Huh?" Peter hurried to MJ. MJ was relieved to see Peter. All she wanted to do now was to tell him everything.

"Oh, Pete!" She sobbed in Peter's arms. "It was my fault! But I tried to protect you, if I didn't talk back...Aunt May wouldn't have..."

"What are you talking about? What happened there?" Peter looked extremely confused.

MJ looked up, her eyes filled with tears, and her eyeliner smudging all over her face, she looked awfully hideous. MJ told him everything through sobs.

"It was the Green Goblin, Pete. It was Harry Osborn."

"No, it wasn't, the Green Goblin was Norman Osborn. But he died two years ago!"

"You killed him?"

"No, he got impaled by his own glider...I never killed anyone," Peter frowned, "So what if the Green Goblin that invaded Aunt May's apartment was Harry Osborn? He's my best fr-"

No, he wasn't. Harry always thought it was Spider-man who killed his father, now that he knew that Peter was Spider-man, he would do anything to avenge his father. But Peter knew for a fact that Harry Osborn wouldn't do that, al least, not hurting the innocent.

"You said he had split personality or something like that?" Peter asked. Did Harry do what his father did? Because Harry was having the same symptoms his father had.

"Yea...it was weird. He'd tried to kill me, and then, all of a sudden, he'd have me call 911, in a normal, clear voice! What's happening to him? Did he sort of inherit his Mr. Osborn's....powers?" MJ coughed.

"That's not possible. Norman got his powers way after Harry was born."

Then they sat in silence for the next two hours, waiting for Aunt May to come out, or a doctor to update her condition for them. Peter kept thinking about Harry and his father. He knew Norman's change was caused by the performance enhancers. The experiment went totally wrong, and turned Norman into the Green Goblin. Did Harry inhale the performance enhancer, too? It was likely, if he was desperate to avenge his father. Peter scratched his head and scrunched up his face in frustration.

"Excuse me, Mr. Parker?" A surgeon came over with his mask hanging on one ear. MJ and Peter eagerly looked up from their seats. The doctor cleared his throat and said, "May Parker was in critical condition, she's lucky to have been saved so quickly. Having suffered severe burns, a LOT of bruises, a broken collar bone, and a cracked jaw, she'll make a recovery. She's also inhaled a lot of smoke, unhealthy, obviously. We've done our best to repair her collar bone and jaw, but I'm afraid she'll still have to stay in the hospital until she heals completely. And it's going to take some time, at least a month. Please go over to the counter over there and fill in her information, and your contact numbers." The doctor pointed to the nurse joking with a couple of other nurses at the counter.

"Can we visit her? Now?" MJ managed to ask the doctor before he left for the night shift.

"Yes, but I suggest you come tomorrow. You need your sleep after a night like this." He looked at his watch impatiently.

Peter came back from filling in the information of Aunt May. "Let's go, MJ. We'll come tomorrow, Aunt May's probably asleep anyways. We don't want to wake her up. You need your sleep, hon."

MJ hesitated, but agreed at the end, knowing it won't do any good staying. So she limped home with the help of Peter.