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Disclaimer: I don't own Spider-Man or any of its characters… but Larry's mine!

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Peter awoke the next day to sounds of Russian music and smells of burnt food. He turned groggily over in his bed to see what time it was. One thirty. He yawned and closed his eyes again.

"ONE THIRTY?" he nearly yelled jumping out of bed. He looked back at his clock and sure enough the time flashed back 1:31 PM. "J.J's going to kill me!" he said, quickly scurrying around trying to get ready as fast as he could.

After he got all his stuff together he dashed out the door. He was able to dodge through the yells of "RENT!" and started running through the streets. He was supposed to be at the Bugle at 12 that morning but all of those sleepless nights got to him and he just sort of collapsed.

It was now 1:45 and he still had a long way to go. "Dang it! I am so toast- wait a minute… what are my doing?" he asked him self, out loud, and he ran in to the nearest ally way. A second later Spider-Man came swinging out. What would have been a thirty minute run turned in to a seven minute "ride."

Peter landed on the roof of the Daily Bugle and crawled through the air ventilators and in to the men's bathroom. After checking to see that no one was there he quietly crawled down and went in to one of the stalls. After quickly changing back in to his regular outfit, he dashed out and ran in to the busy office. He sprinted up to Betty and asked breathlessly "J.J. busy?"

Betty was looking at some e-mail's when Peter asked. She quickly stole a glance at Peter. He looked like he just got out of bed and ran a marathon. Which is technically what he did. "Nope, not right now, but better be on your toes, he is in one of his moods." She stated looking back at the computer.

"Thanks," said Peter and dashed in to his bosses office. J. Jonah Jameson was busy yelling at some guy for some reason or another, but when he spotted Peter he bristled.

"Parker! Where were you this morning! I had to send out George here to that stupid convention! Your fired!" Before he could say anything else Robbie came in and said

"Ten minutes till deadline, we need a front page." Taking his cue Peter went up to him and thrust his portfolio in to J.J's hand. There were six or seven pictures of Spider-Man stopping the muggers and bank robbers and such.

J.J looked them over quickly and said, "Fine, your unfired, Parker, but this is your last straw. Now don't let me see your face again until you have some decent pictures of that masked thief. Out!" Peter smiled inwardly and walked out. That was a close one.

He took the elevator down and as he walked along the sidewalk he decided to go get some lunch. As he walked towards the restaurant he hear a familiar voice yelling out to him.

"Peter!" He turned around and saw MJ hurrying towards him. He smiled as she approached.

"Hey M.J. how were the additions?" he asked looking in to her dazzling green eyes.

"I got a part! I am Gina, the girl friend of the main character!" She beamed looking up at him.

"That's great! Except I don't want you to be anybody else's girlfriend except for mine." He said jokingly. She smiled up at him and reached up and kissed him on the check.

"Don't worry Tiger, its just acting remember?" she said rolling her eyes. At first he rejected her and now he didn't want to share any of her. The thought made her laugh.

"What's so funny?" Peter asked her.

"Oh, nothing. I am just glad your there for me Pete." She said squeezing him around the middle. Peter hugged her back and after a while the broke the hug.

"Want to go get some lunch with me?" he asked pointing to the restaurant across the street. But before she could reply his spider sense went off and before he could do any thing about it a person dressed in black came up behind M.J. and pointed a gun at her head and he felt the same thing happen to him.

"Don't say a word or you'll get it." Said the person behind him, whispering in his ear. Peter decided not to take action yet and nodded. He shoved Peter in to an ally and Peter could see they were doing the same to Mary Jane. Great, he thought, we're being mugged.

After they were far enough in to the ally where no one could see them, the person said, "Take out your wallet!" Peter could see M.J. looking at him, a little panicked, and he nodded telling her he knew what to do.

All of the sudden Peter swung around and punched the guy in the jaw, throwing him back up against the wall. He slid down the bricks, unconscious. Then the other mugger got panicked and took his gun away from M.J. and started shooting at him.

Thanks to his Spidy sense and the muggers bad aiming, he was easily able to dodge them and finally got close enough to him to kick the gun out of his hand. The gun slid out of the muggers reach.

Before the mugger had time to defend himself he received a kick to the stomach. He recoiled only to receive a punch to the back sending him sprawling down against the pavement, knocking his head against it. He fell unconscious.

After webbing the two muggers up he turned to Mary Jane. "Are you okay?" Peter asked and she nodded.

"Just a little shaken up." She replied. "How about you?"

Peter shrugged. "Never better." She laughed.

"Only you can go through an experience like that and not be the slightest bit shaken up." He chuckled slightly, grabbed her around the waist, and walked away from the two webbed up muggers.

"So how about that offer I proposed earlier?" he asked her again since she didn't get to answer before.

"Certainly." She replied walking in step with him.

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Harry decided he didn't know Peter any more, or this Peter anyways. The one that destroyed peoples lives just like he destroyed his. He knew what had to be done. He willed himself to do it but just couldn't come to it. He knew Peter once, and he believed that there was still a little bit of him still in there.

Night after night he tried to think of what he would do. Then, last night, it hit him. Who ever said he had to be the one to kill him? Couldn't anyone do it? He turned this thought over and over in his head.

He then, almost against his will, went out and talked to some gangs around town, trying to figure out who would be the best person to do the job.

After a few days he found him. His name was Larry Joule and he was known for his "jobs" around town. Harry confronted him and told him his plan. He told him that he wanted Spider-Man dead. He told him who Spider-Man was and he told him that he had little "helpers" for him to do the job.

When he says helpers he is referring to his dads gas, and material, not to mention cash for getting the job done. After some persuading he agreed and said he would meet him in three days for his enhancements.

And sure enough three days later at eleven o' clock (at night) Harry saw Larry come in to the lobby at OsCorp. He went down the stairs and greeted him. He looked Larry over and, by the looks of it he wasn't the least bit nervous. "Where do we start?" he asked in a gruff voice.

Harry smiled. "Right this way." He said leading him over to his fathers lab. Half of Harry was glad that Spider-Man was going to finally get what he deserved but the other half of Harry knew he didn't want Peter dead, and he wasn't the type to go around and terrorize people.

He was on the brink of insanity because his fathers voice was now his only friend, and the part of his mind that said Peter couldn't have tried to kill his father was starting to be pushed in to the back of his brain and ignored because his father threatened to leave him. He couldn't stand the thought of being left alone, when he was so depressed and paranoid. He figured he had to do something, and so he did.

They entered the lab after going through many dark and twisted hallways and there was a single scientist operating the machines, getting it ready for the gassing process.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked Larry, and Larry nodded and Harry gestured him in to the glass dome, in which his father became the Green Goblin.

Harry just stood on the sidelines and watched as the scientist strapped Larry in and he went back to his computer and started typing furiously. After several moments of typing and several beeps there was one shriller than the rest and Harry saw the green liquid in the container start to drain. As it did so gas started to leak in to the chamber.

A few minutes later the gas completely filled the chamber and Larry started to scream. Harry could see his dark figure lashing out against the straps holding him in. Harry just wished it would be all over soon.

Then after a few more moments the gas started to drain away along with Larry's screaming. After a while most of the gas was gone and Larry stopped screaming completely and one of the machines started to screech. The scientist looked them over and gasped. "His heart stopped!" he exclaimed.

Harry paused as it sank in. "Well do something!" Harry yelled over the noise. The scientist ran up to Larry and started doing CPR.

After a few moments of that the machines beeped to life again and Larry awoke with a start. He tried to get up but he was still strapped in. The scientist quickly went out of the chamber and pushed a button, freeing him of the straps.

He slowly got up, examining his new muscles. He was a little shell-shocked. Harry then went in to the chamber. "Very good, I am glad the gas still worked even after a year or two."

Larry just looked up at him and said, "So where can I find this Peter Parker you speak of?"

Harry grinned evilly, almost against his will. "Don't worry, we will get to that soon enough." He stated and led Larry out of the room.

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Peter was lying in bed trying and failing to get some sleep. Sure, he was tired but something was just bugging him. He glanced over to the clock on the dresser. It was eleven fifteen.

He got home from patrolling at ten thirty, and surprisingly found only one or two muggers. Things were just too quiet. It gave Peter the chills. Its not that he didn't like it being calm, he just felt like it was sort of the calm before the storm…

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TBC…

A/N

I know, I know, that was sort of a crappie place to end the chapter, but I felt like this time, instead of the bad guys ending the chapter, the good guys should: D

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