Disclaimer: Spider-Man and all characters related are property of Stan Lee and Marvel Enterprises. Kim Possible and al related characters are properties of Disney.
Chapter 7: Birth of a Goblin
"Daddy!" Kim scolded as she and her mother and brothers caught him up and about for the umpteenth time.
"Sorry, Kimmie Cub, but you know your old man," Mr. Possible smiled nervously, "Can't stay down."
"You need to rest." Mrs. Possible said, approaching her husband, "What are you hiding behind your back?"
"Nothing, just was looking through some old clothes," Mr. Possible shrugged.
"Whatever, get in bed and rest. I have to meet Josh and Ron for our double date." Kim shook her head.
"So, Ron will be with her?" Mr. Possible asked as he and his wife exited the attic.
"Yeah, it was his idea; he really wants to try to patch things up with Kim." Mrs. Possible said as he led her to their bedroom.
"Ok," Mr. Possible nodded as they entered the bedroom.
"Now, I'm going to get you in bed, so you can …" Mrs. Possible said before James grabbed and pulled her into a tight embrace, throwing a green and purple cloth object in a corner chair. "James!" Mrs. Possible squeaked before he kissed her deeply.
"Why don't you join me, Andy?" Mr. Possible said with a wink before pulling her down with him to the bed, under the watchful, yellow eyes of the smiling, green, goblin-faced mask.
A red sports car zoomed down the streets to a nice restaurant in downtown Middleton. Inside were four occupants: two guys and two girls.
They pulled up into the parking lot and Josh and Ron held the driver and passenger side doors open for Kim and Felicia. The four then proceeded to walk up the stairs to the fancy Italian restaurant whose name Ron couldn't even begin to pronounce.
The waiter lead the group to an elegant crimson walled and floored dining hall with a high ceiling and several candlelit tables.
"How'd you pull this one, Josh?" Ron said, struggling hard to be friendly to Kim's boyfriend.
"Oh, this? I come here all the time," Josh shrugged, "I guess you could say this is to me what Bueno Nacho is to you." He added with a smirk.
"Mexican fast food is a lot better than Italian in my book," Felicia said, ignoring the glare she got from the waiter.
"You'd think that wouldn't you?" Kim replied as she sat in the chair Josh pulled out for her.
"I'd think you would, too," Felicia replied heatedly.
"Um, what's good here, Mon… Josh?" Ron said, trying to avert a catfight.
"I'd say the Chicken Parmesan," Josh said, grinning almost evilly, "But you'd probably prefer Spaghetti, but then again, you may not know what that is either. It's not Chef Boyardee."
"I'll have the Linguini dinner," Felicia said, looking up at the waiter and glanced at the confused Ron. "My boyfriend here will have the same."
"Chicken Parmesan for me and my girlfriend," Josh said, grabbing Kim's menu.
"Excuse me, I can speak for myself, please and thank you," Kim snapped at Josh before turning to the waiter. "I'll have the Fettuccini Alfredo instead, please."
"Very good, I shall have a bottle of your usual wine brought to the table as well, Mr. Mankey ." The waiter said before walking off.
"Wine?" Kim asked, blinking in surprise, "Josh, it's illegal to drink if you're under twenty one years old …"
Josh smiled and rubbed his fingers together, "Money, baby, you got the money than you can do anything you want."
"You can't get everything with money," Ron stated.
"You can get what matters," Josh nodded, "Everything that can make you happy."
"You can't buy love," Ron said, leaning back and taking a quick glance at Kim, who was currently trying not to glare daggers at Felicia.
"Yes, you can," Josh stated, "You just have to have the patience and the money." Josh smiled when Ron shook his head, "I can see you don't understand. Those without money often underestimate it."
"I don't know about that," Ron stated, "Money's a great power to have, and my dad always taught me great power always comes with a great responsibility."
"That's cute," Josh chuckled, thoroughly infuriating Ron. "If you believe in such responsibility, why did you leave Kim to go off fighting those big bad guys all by herself?"
"I … umm …" Ron stammered.
"Ron doesn't have to take the whole weight of the world on his shoulders," Felicia stated in his defense, "And I'm sure Kim agrees, right?"
"Huh?" Kim blanched, not even paying attention to the conversation.
"How's the hero thing been going since Ron retired, Kimmie?" Felicia asked, her lip twitching as if she was fighting a smile.
"Oh, fine, fine," Kim waved her hand dismissively, "Usually Spider-Man has it cleared away before I can even get there."
"So, Spider-Man's doing a lot of good, huh?" Felicia asked casually. "He's a good fighter?"
Kim rolled her eyes, "He thinks he's good. And … maybe he helps … a little."
"Here we are: Chateau Briond '82. An excellent year if I do say so myself." the waiter said, returning with a bottle of wine.
"How about a toast?" Josh asked after the wine had been poured, "To long lasting relationships."
The group nodded, but as they all brought the wineglasses to their lips, Ron's spider-sense went wild.
Out of instinct, Ron jerked the wineglass from Kim's hand and threw it across the room.
"Ron! What are you doing?" Kim asked angrily.
"Something's wrong here!" Ron said standing up, his spider-sense screaming in his head.
"What is it, Ron?" Felicia asked, as embarrassed as Kim and Josh.
"I … um … maybe I'm just imagining things … I'm going to the restroom. Be right back," Ron said, moving quickly out of the dining hall.
"Whatever," Felicia said in an unconcerned voice, though her eyes watched Ron worriedly. She then turned her attention to her wineglass, "Well, bottoms up!"
Kim shook her head before turning her attention to Josh, who now had his head on the table seemingly asleep, "Josh? You ok?" she then glanced over to see Felicia lying back in her chair, snoring slightly.
A moment later, the service doors flew open and WWEE agents stormed in, all seemingly stunned to find Kim fully conscious.
"What is this?" Gemini, leader of the World Wide Evil Empire, smiled slightly at the confused teen, "not much of a wine drinker? Drat."
"What do you want?" Kim said, hopping to her feet.
"You are still my dear sister's poster child, Ms. Possible," Gemini said, "And WWEE is currently well … we're currently losing a bit of funding. And in exchange for you, we can get enough funds to get back on our feet."
"You and what army?" Kim asked, taking a fighting stance.
"Oh, the usual, Ms. Possible," Gemini smiled, "We are still heavily armed and we have the staff of this fine establishment hostage. Should you decide to come with us, they will not be harmed."
Kim hung her head and let them lead her toward the back exit, but her head snapped up when Gemini cursed. "What the hell is this?"
Kim looked up. Between the restaurant's back wall and the next building was a massive spider web where twenty of Gemini's thirty-man team were tangled.
"What is going on here?" Gemini barked.
"Spider-Man …" Kim sighed as the remaining nine men were jerked off the ground by web lines and pulled into the web, leaving Kim and Gemini on the ground.
"Anybody else want to hang out tonight?" Spider-Man asked as he crawled down the web.
"Who the blazes are you?" Gemini asked, gawking at the masked hero.
"Just your friendly neighborhood wall-crawler," Kim mocked, folding her arms over her chest, "Who asked you to show up, Web-Head?"
"Oh, you know, I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd swing by here and see if this place served a decent burger. Superheroes gotta eat too, ya know," Spider-Man shrugged, jumping down before the hero and villain, "Would you believe this place doesn't even have hamburgers? What kind of place doesn't serve hamburgers? It's just … un-American!"
"GEMINI! SPIDER-MAN! FREEZE!" Will Du's voice called as light blinded all three.
"Oh, great, it's the rejects from the Avengers' Mansion!" Spider-Man groaned before he felt his spider-sense scream and then a shot in his shoulder.
"SPIDER-MAN!" Kim called as Spider-Man went down grasping his shoulder, but was jerked back by Gemini and dragged in the other direction.
"You … SHOT me!" Spider-Man snapped as Will Du, Dr. Director and various other Global Justice Agents surrounded him.
We couldn't let you and your partner both get away," Will Du snapped as Spider-Man pulled the stun dart from his shoulder.
"Partner? What are you talking about, Boy Scout?" Spider-Man snapped, pulling himself back to his feet.
"You're an agent of WWEE," Will Du stated, "It's obvious because of the color of your costume."
"You really are as dumb as you look," Spider-Man said, trying to shake the haze from his head, "Right now, Kim Possible is in trouble, and you're accusing me of being a member of the group I JUST WEBBED UP TO THE WALL?" He turned to Dr. Director, "This waste of space is your 'top agent'? Nice choice, ma'am."
Dr. Director scowled at her top agent. "You judged him by his choice of dress?" she asked, glaring at the now nervous Du. "You told me you had strong evidence against him."
"I … uh …" Will stammered.
"Agent Du, effective immediately, you are fired!" Dr. Director snapped, jerking his badge from his uniform. "Return to base and empty your desk. As for you," she said, turning away from the stunned former-agent to the woozy superhero, "The drug in the dart should just give you a good buzz. Gemini and presumably Possible are headed north. Do you think you can catch up? You're probably faster than our vehicles, even at half strength."
"I'm on it, Doc," Spider-Man said, leaping high into the air and swinging in the direction Dr. Director said.
"Dr. Director, ma'am," Will said timidly, "You can't mean that; I'm your top agent!"
"WERE my top agent, Du," Dr. Director said, "Your foolish lapse in judgment put Spider-Man's life in jeopardy as well as Kim Possible's. We at Global Justice do not accept mistakes like that. I expect all evidence of you to be gone from Headquarters by morning. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an early morning appointment with Mr. Spacely from Qwest Aerospace." She said, walking past the stunned young man.
"Spider-Man …" Will growled, clenching his fists, "I'll get you for this … THIS IS YOUR FAULT, SPIDER-MAN! I'LL MAKE YOU PAY SOMEDAY! I SWEAR IT!"
Spider-Man, using his spider-sense, spotted the silver, eighties model car weaving it's way northbound. "That's gotta be it," Spider-Man thought, "But a Delorean? He really is broke!"
He swung down and landed on top of the speeding car, "Hey, pull over! Your under arrest for speeding and driving with a butt ugly goatee!"
Spider-Man peeked in to see Kim tied up and Gemini glaring at him, "Hey, man, nice car, but where's the flux thingamabob? You know, you mean you don't? Dude, no one remembers the great movies anymore!"
"You're more annoying than Ron Stoppable!" Gemini snapped as he took a sharp turn, almost throwing Spider-Man off.
"Hey, the Ron-Factor was a hero of mine," Spider-Man grinned under his mask, "and is that lever a hand break?" he asked, firing a web line into the car and pulling the lever beside the driver's seat, causing the car to come to a spinning stop. "Cool, it is. Now, stick around a while, bro," he said as he webbed the terrorist leader to the seat.
Spider-Man crawled over, opened the passenger door and freed Kim. After helping her out of the car, he nodded to Gemini, "See, Kimmie, even dummies wear safety belts for safety!"
"I had everything under control before you decided to show up," Kim stated, looking away from the hero. "But, thanks for the help, anyway … your shoulder ok?"
"Little tingly, but I'm cool, KP," Spider-Man said, rolling his arm.
"What did you call me?" Kim asked, looking questioningly at the hero.
"Um … K and P are your initials, right? It just rolls off the tongue …" Spider-Man answered quickly, "Now, I gotta get swinging, c-ya later, Kim!"
Kim watched the web slinger speed away through narrowed eyes before shaking her head, "Coincidence … gotta be."
Meanwhile, in the Upperton main office of Qwest Aerospace, Mr. Spacely, owner of the company, looked over the armor system he had developed for Global Justice. He knew he had screwed Dr. Possible over by sabotaging his lab and forcing his hand, but … it wasn't personal, just business. At that, the former henchman turned businessman smiled at the thought of the money Global Justice was willing to pay for his technology.
"I better get a move on," Mr. Spacely said, standing up from his desk, "Dr. Director will be up to close the deal first thing in the morning." He said as he walked out of his office, stopping at the feel of a small breeze. "Who left the window open?" he asked as a small, orange and green, pumpkin-shaped object bounced across the floor before him.
A moment later, he was blown back into his office by a contained, but nonetheless powerful, explosion. He gasped for air as he found himself on top of his broken desk.
"I hope you don't mind a late visit, Mr. Spacely," a high-pitched voice asked, malice dripping from his words.
"W-Who's there?" Mr. Spacely asked as a man in green and purple flight suit, wearing a grinning goblin mask and riding on Mr. Possible's prototype glider floated in the hole in the office. "I'm just a friend of James Possible and I have to say I am quite displeased with how you treated him."
"Who are you?" Mr. Spacely coughed before the man shot forward and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him out the open window and dangling the crook of a businessman fifty feet above the ground.
"Did you know James can't send his eldest daughter, who he worships, to college now, because your greed has cost him a fortune? And his twin boys will never be the scientists they were born to be because they too will be denied college educations because of you? And their beautiful home, which he designed and build just for his beloved Andrea, will be lost, ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!" the glider's pilot screamed, his almost glowing yellow eyes glaring at the terrified CEO/owner of Qwest Aerospace.
"W-What can I do?" Spacely gulped, "Just don't hurt me …"
"I wish you could do something, but it is far, far too late…" the man shook his head sadly, "And seeing what shall come in a moment, I'll let you know who I am before you die." He said before letting him drop, "I'm the Green Goblin."
To Be Continued…
