Fear strikes easily when it's so surprising. I mean, Spider-Man has had issues with The Green Goblin in the past, but when he just snuck up on him like that, it gave Spider-Man the creeps. Like the fight he was going to have with this monster could be their last. Of course, he'd felt that way before too. And sometimes, it had been their last. But The Green Goblin came back, like a ghost to haunt him for the rest of his life.
"Hello Spider-Man!" The Goblin crackled as he flew in front of Spider-Man on his green glider. "Gobby, when are you gonna change that wardrobe?" Spider-Man said like a high school teenage girl, with the hand flip and all. "Green is so not the 'in' color now!" The Goblin rolled his eyes. "And what is the 'in' color, may I ask?" He said, ready to attack anytime. Spider-Man smiled under his mask. "It's blue and red!" He laughed as he pounced onto the large glider and tackled The Green Goblin with it.
The Green Goblin pulled out a pumpkin bomb from his pocket. "You know, you're still on here with me." Spider-Man reminded him. "Well then, get off!" The Goblin said as he pushed Spider-Man off of him and he rolled to the edge of the glider. With maniacal laughter, The Goblin drove his glider forward. The jolt made Spider-Man roll off the glider and hang onto the edge for dear life. The glider stopped moving, then jolted upwards.
The glider was going too fast to jump off, and Spider-Man didn't know what else he could do. The Green Goblin looked at him and laughed. "Pathetic! One-hundred-percent pathetic." Spider-Man knew what he was doing. He was going higher and higher, which mean oxygen was getting lower and lower. The Goblin's mask must have an oxygen tank within it; otherwise he wouldn't be risking his life. Spider-Man knew it was getting harder to breathe already.
The city looked like a dollhouse now. Spider-Man gulped. He had an idea, but it was never going to work…with The Goblin on high alert, maybe. "Goblin…what are you…stop…" Spider-Man said, taking deep breaths. "Finally, I will be rid of you once and for all!" The Goblin laughed. He stopped the glider at about seventy feet up, or maybe even higher. He then grabbed Spider-Man by the wrist. "Have a nice fall." The Goblin crackled. Spider-Man's eyes widened. He was gonna drop him!
Thinking fast, Spider-Man stuck his freehand onto the glider. When the Goblin let go, Spider-Man was clinging on the bottom. He leaped back on and slammed into the controls. The Green Goblin wasn't angry Spider-Man was alive, he was angry that his glider was just sabotaged!
"What have you done? We're both going to die now!" The Goblin said as his glider shook. Spider-Man, in the meantime, had been spinning a parachute with his web. "You mean you're going to die." Spider-Man corrected as he leaped off the broken glider. He sailed through the air, descending lower and lower as The Green Goblin cursed him out. Spider-Man wished he could fly, like Super-Man. It was so beautiful up here. But then New York City came back into view through the clouds, and reality overcame him. He hated reality. Reality was that Mary Jane was gone now, that money was his biggest problem, and he had no idea what was doing on anymore!
Spider-Man landed on top of the Daily Bugle offices, of course, and unraveled his parachute. He saw the glider blow up. But he just sighed. The Goblin was dead. Yay. But he'd come back. He Always Came back. So, he sighed and He sighed and plopped his ass on the edge of the building. He was so tempted to jump off. But then he thought of Aunt May, and he just enjoyed the view. Maybe he'd ask Jameson for a raise. I mean, Aunt May did need money for the house. And New York was the most expensive place to live. A few minutes later, Peter Parker entered the Daily Bugle offices and went right over to Mr. Jameson. He was in no mood to take Jameson's yelling or bullshit. But you gotta do what you gotta do.
Peter had a photo of Spider-Man in his hand, for a backup plan. He didn't bother asking the receptionist, Betty Brant, he just barged in. "J.J.! I've got a picture here that'll sell your entire stack of papers!" Jameson smashed his cigar into an ashtray. "Parker? What are you doing here?" Jameson yelled. "Selling you the pic of a lifetime!" Peter shoved the photo towards Jameson. It was a masterpiece. A perfect shot of a battle between Spider-Man and the Green Goblin! "It happened a few minutes ago!" Peter added. "What? Are you shitting me?" Jameson asked. Peter shook his head. "Okay. How much do u want for it?" Jameson asked. "The standard freelance fee?" Peter shook his head. "Five hundred." Jameson's jaw dropped. "Five hundred!" Peter nodded. "I need the money. And…a raise." Jameson turned red. "RAISE!" Peter nodded and tried to calm his boss down. "Jameson, listen! My Aunt needs the money. Her mortgage is overdue, and she has no way of making any cash." Jameson fumed, but couldn't let that kind of quality picture go. "Okay okay! A small one, though!"
But Peter wasn't listening. Because, at that moment, Harry Osborn walked in.