Keeping Enemies Close

"Hey Pete, hey MJ," Harry greeted, his voice very friendly. His eyes however, portrayed a demonic look. It sent chill down Mary Jane's spine.

"Hi Harry," Peter greeted back falsely.

"Oh dear, I seemed to have forgotten my bag, MJ will you help me get my things?" Aunt May cut in. Mary Jane froze. She at no circumstances, wanted to leave her lover's side. God knows what Harry would do. Peter noticed Mary Jane's eyebrows rise with fear at the thought of leaving. He motioned for her to go. Mary Jane didn't budge.

"Yeah MJ, why don't you help Aunt May?" Harry commented, his voice almost eager.

"Go MJ," Peter agreed. Before Mary Jane could argue, Aunt May grabbed her hand and escorted her out the door. Mary Jane gave Peter a last look before disappearing.

"Listen up web head," Harry quickly said, his tone dropping to a demanding and evil one. "I don't want to draw attention killing you with all this security around, but I'll get you. Don't you worry."

"I don't care about me, just don't go near MJ or Aunt May," Peter warned, a dark foreboding of consequences lurking in his words.

"What are you going to do? I already almost killed you once, and soon, I can do what my father couldn't." Harry then turned around and left. Peter sighed with relief. Mary Jane and Aunt May soon entered the room with several bags in their hands.

"Peter, I got you some things that the fire department recovered." Aunt May said as she pulled out some textbooks and clothes.

"Thank you Aunt May, I don't what I'd without you," Peter thanked. Mary Jane cleared her throat, obviously feeling jealous. "Of course you too MJ." Peter said playfully.

"I'm glad you feel that way Tiger," Mary Jane said back as she sat down at Peter's side. She then planted a fast kiss on his lips.

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Several days later, Peter was finally legible to leave, with the security of the law enforcement though. Peter was behind a curtain slipping on some jeans and a tight sweater over his new spider suit that Mary Jane had made for him. In a sense, he was happy his other suit was destroyed in the fire. If someone saw it, his secret would be blown out of the water.

As Peter zippered up his pants, Mary Jane entered the room, the flashing of lights behind her.

"Media?" Peter guessed as he emerged from behind the curtain. He then grabbed the new coat Mary Jane had bought him recently.

"Yeah, they over powered the police," Mary Jane replied laughing.

"Well that's the price of fame I guess," Peter said. He approached Mary Jane and gave her a long kiss. As they broke apart, Peter's spider sense went off like mad. As Peter's eyebrows rose with fear, a green gas started to spread through the room through the cracks in the door. Peter and Mary Jane backed away slowly. They kept moving until they pressed against the wall. Mary Jane squealed in fear. "Hold your breath!" Mary Jane understood and drew in the last remnants of air and held her breath. Peter did the same. Peter turned to open the window before he heard Mary Jane scream. Peter then turned to find to his fear that Mary Jane was unconscious. "No!" Peter yelled foolishly as he turned to Mary Jane. Soon, the effects of the gas took effect and he started to fall to unconsciousness. The last thing he saw was a green man enter the room.

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Mary Jane awoke to her shock that she was chained to a pillar. A beautiful marble pillar at that. She surveyed her surroundings, a large green room, several ancient artifacts, several luxurious pieces of furniture and a large variety of plants. She realized, to her shock, it was a room of Harry's large mansion. She recognized it from when Harry had shown it to her once when she went to his birthday.

"Harry?" Mary Jane called out nervously, half reluctant for an answer. To her displeasure, she got one.

"Hey MJ," Harry answered emerging from a shadowy corner. He was in the Goblin's jumpsuit minus the mask. Mary Jane didn't say anything more, only giving him a half fearful, half angry look. "You look upset."

"Where's Peter?" Mary Jane demanded, all fear leaking form her mind.

"He's around," Harry answered vaguely.

"Tell me now!" Mary Jane shouted, her anger shocking Harry.

"There's no doubt about it, you really do love each other. All those looks you gave him all these years. I can't believe I didn't realize it when you left John at the altar." Harry muttered. Mary Jane still understood though.

"So that's why Harry? Because you're jealous of Peter?" Mary Jane asked, venturing her thoughts into the reason of Harry's psychotic behavior.

"Don't be deluded. It's because he killed my father!" Harry started to say calmly but turning into a shout when he reached the end.

"He didn't kill your father," Mary Jane explained.

"And how would you know? Not that I would believe you." Harry said back snidely. "I almost forgot, I better take care of some business." Harry then exited the room. When Harry left, Mary Jane shifted her hands around and soon, her binds slipped off. It was a useful trick Peter taught her recently. He said he had used it when he was captured by some freak named Mysterio. Mary Jane quickly moved and saw Harry walk down the hallway.

"There you are," Mary Jane murmured under her breath. She trailed slowly behind Harry, hoping that he would lead him toward Peter. After about five minutes of trailing and hiding, Mary Jane finally saw Harry enter a room. Mary Jane peeked inside to find that Harry was looking upon Peter's body, whom was tied to a pillar with some sort of rope.

"Hope you're having fun Pete," Harry said gently.

"Where…is…Mary Jane?" Peter asked weakly, still groggy from the gas.

"Oh, don't worry about your girlfriend, I'll take care of her soon enough."

"Leave her alone!" Peter said strongly, trying hard to bake the ropes holding him down, unfortunately, the gas had severely weakened him.

"Why should I? You killed my father you bastard!" Harry said as he gave a hard knuckle sandwich to Peter's face. As a result, Peter's mouth lip started to leak blood. "I'll be back once I take care of Mary Jane."

"No…" Peter said weakly, trying as hard as he could to break free. Harry left the room in a rush, not noticing Mary Jane hiding behind a formation coming out of the wall. Mary Jane rushed into the room, quickly kneeling in front of Peter.

"Tiger are you all right?" Mary Jane asked as she wiped the blood from Peter's chin.

"Yeah, just get me out of these things." Peter ordered. Mary Jane followed her orders and quickly had Peter shed of his holdings. The two headed toward the door and before they got within ten meters, Harry, clad in the full Goblin suit.

"Where are you two going?" Harry asked in the ever menacing voice of the Goblin. The Goblin gave a hard kick to Peter's chest, creating a hole that revealed his Spiderman suit's torso. Peter went flying straight into the wall, his body gone. Mary Jane ran straight toward the hole in the wall but was stopped by a strong hand gripping her shoulder. Mary Jane screamed in pain and fell to the floor. "You are one hell of a snake you know that?"

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Peter yelled as he jumped out of the wall clad in his spider suit, mask and all, slamming straight into Harry, knocking him into a decorative statue.

"Aren't we touchy?" Harry pointed out, half jokingly. Harry rushed back into the fight, only to have him elbowed in the face, sending him straight into the wall, flying into the foyer and landing on the floor, his body sprawled all over it. Peter followed through and leapt out at Harry. Harry rolled to the side, avoiding Peter's hunter like leap.

"Don't touch Mary Jane," Peter said darkly, the same foreboding promise in his voice like what he had said several days before.

"Scratch what I said, REALLY touchy," Harry said, getting up. He then drew out an orange ball letting it fly. It sprung out several razor bats, heading directly toward Peter. Peter made several back flips and somersaults avoiding the sharp objects while shooting several web blasts at them, shattering them to pieces.

"Is that the best you got Harry?" Peter asked insultingly.

"You don't know me that well do you Pete?" Harry shot back, throwing out several more pumpkin bombs. Peter used his useful spider sense to figure out that they were the original Goblin's ever dangerous exploding bombs. Peter launched himself into the air, avoiding the bombs that exploded, destroying the staircase that Peter had recently been in front of.

"You really know how to take care of this place," Peter pointed out sarcastically. Harry then launched into the air as well; grabbing him and pulling him back down. Peter got Harry off him and landed on his arms and legs while Harry landed gracefully on the rail of the other staircase that was opposite of the destroyed one.

Harry jumped off the rail and landed right in front of Peter, opening the fight with a sweeping kick. Peter jumped back, avoiding the blow and then leaped forward sending an uppercut to the Goblin's chest. The Goblin quickly stepped back, causing the attack to brush his chest. The Goblin took Peter's opening with pleasure and pulled out two prongs, throwing them straight at Peter. The prongs knocked Peter back to the wall, pinning him there.

Peter had expected to feel a horrible sensation of pain but only felt cold metal against his spandex instead of through it. He realized that the prongs had missed Peter's shoulders barely which were now like shelves to Peter's body at the arms, pinning him to the wall.

"That was unexpected," Peter commented truthfully.

"Sorry, this time I won't miss," Harry retorted as he threw out a third prong, heading straight toward Peter's heart. Peter quickly bended his elbow to remove the prongs, doing it just in time to move out of the way of the oncoming weapon. Pete then leaped toward Harry doing a twist in the air to land on Harry's shoulder. Peter than did a back flip and gave a kick to the back of the Goblin's head. The Goblin tripped forward but quickly gained his composure and grabbed at Peter's foot, bring him down to the floor.

"That's real nice," Peter said as he rubbed at his head that hit the floor. Harry jumped and tried to bring down his elbow to Peter's chest but Peter recovered his standing and avoided the blow. Harry turned, his anger hidden by the evil mask.

The two then engaged in an old fashioned fist fight, breaking and tearing the floorboards and tables. They sent fist after fist, kick after kick and blocked and weaved with skill of that of an professional. It was a sight of grace and beauty.

Meanwhile, from afar, Mary Jane watched the whole fight from the hole in the wall. Mary Jane almost laughed at the irony of the two. If one had compared the two men's fighting from high school and now, they would have believed that the two pairs were different completely.

"Come on Peter," Mary Jane whispered, not wanting to distract Peter with idiotically loud cheers that could have cost him his life. Then to her shock, the battling enemies crashed through the window. Mary Jane climbed over the hole and ran toward the new hole. She looked over the sharp edge and saw the two falling toward the streets below.