Spider-Man didn't move. "I don't scare easy." Spider-Man said, trying hard to act tough. "Neither do I." The owner said, and went to whack Spider-Man with his cane. Spider-Man ducked, and the man smashed a vase instead. "Who the hell are you?" Spider-Man said, dodging the cane again. "And what are you doing with the Green Goblin? The man stopped. "Green Goblin? How did you find out?" Spider-Man shook his head. "You just told me. But, no, seriously, he kidnapped me. And he was gonna get ransom for me. I snuck out and ended up here." "Sit down, will you?" The man said. "I'll stand, thanks. I mean, you just did try to kill me."
"The Green Goblin is paying me to host his secret entrance in my parking lot. He's hiding some things in the back." The man said. "Good. I'll take a look around." "No! You cant! He'll kill me!" Spider-Man quickly spun around and webbed the man to his seat. "And what makes you think I wont?" Ooh. Threatening people was cool. There were definitely things out back! Not much…just dozens of different weapons, plans, pumpkin bombs…the usual.
Maybe the man was hiding more than he thought. All these weapons…with his partners or whoever the hell he rolled with could easily do some major damage. Spider-Man didn't feel safe in there. If The Green Goblin knew he was there, he could blow Spider-Man up in a second! Maybe the cops, or Captain America, could handle this. After all, he found the hideout. Now what more could he do there? Well, confiscating the weapons would be a good idea, he thought finally.
So, Spider-Man made a bag from his precious webbing, and started stuffing in the weapons. First, the really dangerous ones like a bazooka and the sniper rifle. Man, how did a wanted mastermind get all this stuff? Well…maybe the mastermind part…
Spider-Man sneaked out through the back door with the filled bag slung over his back. It was really heavy, even for a superhero! I guess deadly weapons of mass destruction were supposed to weigh a lot. But now that he was out on the streets, he didn't know where to go or what to do with the big bag of weapons he had over his back. The police would think he did it; Jameson…who knew what Jameson would do…maybe the Fantastic Four? Yeah. Maybe they'd help him! They did last time Mary Jane was kidnapped by The Green Goblin!
Just as he was about to swing off, a loud BOOM! sound came from behind. Spider-Man dropped the bag and spun around. The colors were almost blinding. Red, orange, and yellow, all mixed together to form one fire. The bar! Fire! Oh my god, the bar exploded! Spider-Man hurried over to see if anyone was in there, though they'd be dead by now. "Hello? Hello?" Spider-Man called. He got the shivers. He had been in there before. It could have killed him.
Spider-Man heard the authorities coming. It was about time. How was a single man going to stop and explosion? Spider-Man headed back to where he left the bag and…the bag! It was gone! This whole explosion was a diversion! Now someone had the weapons! Great. Typical for him. "Look! There's Spider-Man!" Was what every officer was screaming next. Spider-Man really wanted to leave, but this was a break in the case. Plus, Jameson was there, running towards him.
"Spider-Man! You did this, didn't you?" Were the first words out of Jameson's mouth. "Ooh yeah. I love setting things on fire," Spider-Man said sarcastically. "Look, the secret entrance is in that reserved parking space. I entered the bar, some guy tried to kill me, then told me the Green Goblin was storing weapons in his bar. I came out, place blew up, I dropped the weapons I confiscated and went to the building, came back, weapons were gone." Jameson looked really confused. "Secret entrance? Goblin? What in God's name are you talking about?" Spider-Man took the papers he'd taken from the table out of his pocket and waved them. "I didn't have time to read them. I needed to get out of there." "Why?" Jameson said. "Ooh, so I wouldn't be killed." Spider-Man told him casually.
An officer looked at the papers. "The Green Goblin and Chameleon?" He asked. Spider-Man nodded. "I forgot old Change-o." He explained. The officer couldn't believe it. "Ransom…they were going to receive ransom for you?" Spider-Man nodded. "And kill me later on. Look, I've got to go and find these guys. I'm sure they heard your sirens underground and fled the base, but you can have a look around." He smiled. As he shot a web out, he told them, "And in the board room, that video tape is for the Goblin, not you guys!"
Spider-Man hurried home, ready to see his wife. He hated the idea of Chameleon dressing up like her. It was perverted, creepy, and gross. He didn't remember if he kissed the fake Mary Jane. If he did, he reminded himself to wash his mouth.
Spider-Man couldn't open the apartment window. He had told Mary Jane to lock it, and she did. He knocked on it hard, and she came over to answer it. She didn't open it right away. "Who are you?" She asked. It was softer through the glass. "It's me, M.J.," He called. She didn't answer it. "How do I know it's really you and not the Chameleon?" She asked him. He thought about it, then told her, "Because Gwen Stacy was killed by the same man that kidnapped you. The Fantastic Four helped me at the wear house today. Now you have to let me in. I was almost killed tonight after escaping the underground lair. I flipped off the camera." "You did?" She giggled. The window opened. Spider-Man dove inside and kissed her. "You know your guys, baby," He said. "The story of Gwen got you, right?" She shook her head. "Only my Spider-Man would flip off a security camera."