Spider-Man knew that this woman was in danger by the sound if her hysteria. Plus, it was a cold night tonight. It must've been almost forty degrees outside. And, The smoke of a glider gave away the situation. Damn, thought Spider-Man. Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn! He hurried across the skyline to where the sound came from. And, it wasn't a pretty sight. A woman, about his age, was on top of a rooftop. She was obviously stuck, and the Green Goblin was hovering above her on his glider, waiting for Spider-Man to show up.
"Spider-Man. How nice it is to see you." "Goblin! I know you like the ladies, but cant you see that they aren't playing hard to get? That's just pure hatred and terror. Terror of your ugly face…" "Enough Spider-Man! I'm not in a good mood." "Join the club." He groaned. "You make any sudden movements, and she dies." "You know you've said that cliché about seven times this month now, right?" The Goblin rolled his eyes. "You know how many evil villains are in this damned city, Spider-Man? I'm sure everything I say is a cliché!"
"Okay, no more goofing around. Just tell me what you want, again, so you can let the hostage go, again, so we can fight, again, and I can kick your ass, again, and we can all go home, again." "There's no way in hell you can beat me this time. I've practiced." Spider-Man rolled his eyes. "Don't make our little skirmishes into an obsession, Gobby! Lets just do this so I can go home and sleep." As the Green Goblin went on and on, Spider-Man signaled to the hostage to calm down, and to try and look for a ladder or something that was probably not there. Spider-Man shivered. It wasn't good to be outside in tights when it was almost freezing. "I've studied up, Spider-Man. I've battled other foes than you." Spider-Man sighed. "Really? So I'm not the only super hero who likes to kick your ass around like a hacky sack?" "My intellect is unmatchable. My experience is greater." The Goblin said, getting ready to attack. "And your modesty is off the charts!" Spider-Man said sarcastically. The Goblin lunged, the lady screamed, and Spider-Man found himself being choked and falling from the rooftop.
The freezing wind had awakened Spider-Man from the shock. He didn't try to stop the Goblin from choking him; he focused more on not splattering on the ground waiting below. He reached out his hands, trying to stick to a wall. He was falling so fast. He finally extended his arm farther than it could go. It touched a wall and he jolted very violently to a stop. The Green Goblin had lost his grasp around Spider-Man's neck, and now dangled from his foot. Spider-Man was in excruciating pain. He was positive he had just broken his arm. He tried to wiggle the Goblin off of his leg.
The Goblin purposely let go, as his glider found his location and caught him as he was falling. Spider-Man was holding onto the wall with both hands now, as his broken one was giving out. The Goblin circled around Spider-Man, analyzing the situation. Spider-Man seemed almost helpless. He reached out and grabbed a pumpkin bomb, debating with himself if he should use it. As he was doing this, Spider-Man was making a sling for his arm using his webbing. It would do for a while, he figured. With luck, hopefully no one will notice. Spider-Man started to climb up at a rapid speed, trying to make sure his location wasn't like shooting fish in a barrel for the Goblin. The Goblin didn't notice him moving for a few seconds. And a few seconds of a head start was all Spider-Man needed.
Spider-Man had reached the top the same time the Goblin had. But, The Green Goblin couldn't shoot at him. Spider-Man figured out the angle of the guns on his glider. So, as long as he was about one hundred eighty degrees to the side of the guns, he couldn't be hit. Ah, life was sweet when you are a scientific genius.
The girl was still on the rooftop, shaking. Spider-Man knew that he had to get her to safety. Plus, it was darker now. And it was freezing outside. Spider-Man could tell the girl was almost on the verge of hypothermia. She was very pale. Spider-Man knew the Goblin wouldn't give him any free shots now. So, Spider-Man did the only thing he could do. He ran. Keeping a distance from the gun turrets of the glider, Spider-Man darted off the building, grabbing the neck of the girl's shirt with his un-broken hand. "What The Fuck?" The Green Goblin screamed, flying after him.
"Stay with me, lady!" Spider-Man screamed at her. He threw her over his shoulder as he spun a web line onto a tall building. He swung around, the cold air nipping at him. He could hear the Goblin behind him. Oh snap. Spider-Man's web line wrapped around the building, making him circle it and confuse the Goblin. He took this opportunity and headed lower into the city, so he couldn't be spotted. He landed on the ground of a dark, damp and deserted alleyway with the woman in hand. She had passed out. He knew there was nothing further Spider-Man could do for her. But Peter Parker, that was a different story. Peter Parker ran down the street a few moments later. "Oh my lord!" He said, spotting the woman. As he carried her down the alleyway, he figured he was a wonderful actor.
As he walked towards his apartment, he could perceive her features. She had long, straight brown hair. She was about his height, and had large breasts (Hey, he's a single guy! Most single guys look there, its normal!) "Let's get you some hot cocoa!" He said, laughing at himself.