Everyone just stood there, unsure what to make of it all. Someone decided to break the silence. "We did it!" Sue cheered like a blonde bimbo over the sirens. Spider-Man didn't tell the others of his doubts, even though Mr. Fantastic already knew. "Yeah, we did do it." He said. They had won. This time.
Spider-Man walked over to the Fantastic Four. "You guys, I don't really know what to say." He began. "You saved my wife's life, and I cant thank you enough for helping me." Mr. Fantastic stretched his hand over to reach Spider-Man's shoulder. "That's what friends are for son, I mean, Spider-Man." "Thanks Daddy-o, I mean, Mr. F. Thank you so much." "Oh, stop it! You'll give him a big head. Well, bigger, anyway!" Johnny laughed.
"Stop him! There he is!" Some officers chanted as they arrived. At first, everyone thought it was The Green Goblin. But Spider-Man relaxed. "Well, that's my cue," He told them. "I mean, I really don't feel like being arrested today." He gave a quick salute, then spun off on a freshly spun web. The city never seemed so beautiful. So alive and welcoming. It was liberating, really.
Spider-Man hurried towards Mary Jane. Before he left, Mr. Fantastic told him she'd be safe at home. And Spider-Man wanted to be the first to greet her. "If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere! Its up to you, New York, New Yoooorrrrrrkkkk!" He sang. Wow. He was signing. On a weekday. He was in a good mood.
Spider-Man decided to get Mary Jane something really nice, though he couldn't afford anything nice at all. He swooped down to a flower stand, yes, in his costume. "One dozen roses, please!" He said proudly. The stand owner just stood there. "Um, hello? I've got money, if that's what your wondering." "O-okay, Mr. Spider-Man." He shakily muttered, putting together a beautiful bouquet. Spider-Man reached in one of the pockets and pulled out is wallet. "Okay…here we go! And keep the change!" Spider-Man grabbed the flowers and took off. He didn't know why he let the man keep the change. I guess he needed some good publicity. And to get out of there fast before someone took a peek at his license!
Spider-Man entered the apartment building window. To his surprise, the window was locked .It was never locked! Never. So, instead, a few minutes later Peter Parker walked into the apartment room. "Lucy, I'm home!" He called. There was no response. "Lucy?" Still no response. Peter got a bad feeling. He looked in the bedroom last, and he saw a note on the bed. Oh great.
He cautiously approached the note, read it, and dropped it instantly. He dropped it so fast, the author couldn't even read it. Peter quickly stripped butt naked and threw on his Spidey Suit. Mary Jane, he thought. Please be okay, Mary Jane.
Spider-Man opened the window and leaped out in one fast motion that it looked like he just plain crashed through it. How many times could a girl be kidnapped? It was really unbelievable! Spider-Man traveled so fast on his webs. He never had gone this fast. Over sixty miles an hour, to be the least.
Finally, his destination appeared. And it was such a horrible sight, it could make your eyes bleed.
A figure was on the George Washington Bridge. It was faint, at first. He couldn't tell who it was. Then a second figure came into view. It was a person. Unconscious on top of the bridge. Spider-Man started to sweat. "Oh my god…"
It was Mary Jane! She was on top of the bridge! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Spider-Man stopped on one of the large cables. The figure standing up. It was clear now. Spider-Man understood what was going on now.
The man held up Mary Jane and waved her over the edge, laughing. He then said something so clear and powerful. What he had said before. And in the letter. "The Green Goblin never dies!" Spider-Man stood there, unsure of what action to take. Instead, he yelled, "What do you want, Goblin? You've gotten your revenge!" The Goblin shook his head. "Its personal now!" He told him. "Goblin, let her go! This is between me and you!" Spider-Man said, pleading. Spider-Man was going crazy inside. He didn't want Mary Jane to die. Not the way Gwen Stacy did. Please, not that way.
The Green Goblin lifted Mary Jane's lifeless body into the air. Spider-Man knew. It wasn't about money. Or revenge. This was pure hatred. Loathing. Despising. "The Green Goblin never dies!" He said, and he dropped the redhead beauty to her death.