(Here's the next chapter guys.)

Guest: You'll see what happens. Thanks.

Adamh619: Nova doesn't always think about what he's gonna say before he opens his mouth.

OfficialUSMWriter: That was messy.

Ultimatrix bearer: Haha.

Man285: Not dead, just beaten to near an inch of his life.

Death Fury: Thanks.

Chapter 23: Part Of The Plan

(New York City, Manhattan, S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, several minutes later)

The group was worried, some of them were pacing with anxiety. White Tiger had come back from chasing Nova, flicking the blood off her claws. Nova sat in the infirmary. He had some nasty cuts, but he'd survive. No on questioned White Tiger on chasing him, but Fury did sigh without surprise.

'You better make it out of this Web Head…please…' White Tiger growled then whimpered in her mind.

"So do you think he'll learn the Goblin's plan?" Dagger asked, the question meant for Fury.

"I surely hope so. Spider-Man is skilled in many ways, but sometimes he can lack finesse, subtlety, and cunning…which in this case…he desperately needs." Director Fury answered.

Nova chuckled under his breath, but started coughing, grabbing his injured throat after White Tiger punched him in his throat. White Tiger rolled her eyes in annoyance.

'Come on Web Head…get through this…' White Tiger whimpered in her mind.

(Goblin lair)

Hobgoblin had been playing 'games' with Peter. He tested how much blood he could see before vomiting, had him watch the Goblin minions beat each other for no reason, etc. Peter was even more horrified by what his friend had become.

(My…my friend guys…Harry…he…I can't even…no…)

"Heh heh…haha. So you hungry? What would you like? We still have plenty of raw bacon we stole a few days ago?" Hobgoblin chuckled.

"I'm not hungry." Peter said.

"Pity, why don't I just force feed it to you?" Hobgoblin grunted.

"Then we couldn't have this lovely conversation." Peter joked, but his voice not filled with his usual energy.

Hobgoblin grunted, annoyed with Peter at the moment.

"Sure Puny Parker…you're not getting out of here. We're going to have tons and tons and tons of fun! Oh the fun we'll have! Hahahaha!" Hobgoblin cackled, a snarling laugh in his voice.

Hobgoblin grinned, his jagged shark-like teeth bared before Peter.

"You really should brush your teeth." Peter grunted, coughing from the putrid smell of Hobgoblin's breath.

"Oh now where's the fun in that. It's such a needlessly boring task…it wastes the time I can have fun with you…oh wait till dad's plan goes through! Hahaha! Oh then everyone will be laughing!" Hobgoblin laughed excitedly.

One of the Goblin minions, one of the shorter individuals with shredder clothing approached Hobgoblin.

"What is it?" Hobgoblin asked.

"Your father's plan is being enacted now." The Goblin answered.

"Excellent! Heh heh, very nice." Hobgoblin chuckled.

(Plan?! What plan?!)

"Oh right! We have HD!" Hobgoblin laughed, turning then suddenly pressing a button on a television remote.

Suddenly a large television turned on above them.

(How did I not notice that before?)

He watched as a small force of about a few dozen or so Goblins attacked Times Square. They were currently destroying public buildings, transportation (taxis, busses, etc.), etc. in the area. Police laid in the street around them, broken and bleeding as they laid scattered around Times Square. People fled, screaming in fear, trying to escape the force of Goblins. Suddenly he saw the viewpoint of the television point upwards, revealing a Quinjet and several figures leaping out of it. He watched as the students of S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy attacked the Goblins, trying to bring them down and keep them from causing anymore damage/hurting anyone else.

"Ha! It seems Norman's plan is about to be severed! The good guys have arrived on the scene!" Peter laughed triumphantly.

Hobgoblin began to chuckle as if he been told a funny joke. Peter's triumphant grin slowly turned into a grim, confused frown.

"You're happy about this?...Are you planning to betray…" Peter grunted.

"No! I would never betray my father!" Hobgoblin snarled.

"Then why are you chuckling?" Peter asked.

"Heh heh. This…This is all part of the plan." Hobgoblin chuckled.

(Oh that doesn't sound good.)

"What are you talking about?" Peter asked.

"Since you can't honestly do anything to stop this, why not? Because it's a distraction numb nuts." Hobgoblin chuckled.

(No…)

(S.H.I.E.L.D. Tri-Carrier, over the Atlantic Ocean, a few miles out of New York City)

The agents walked around in the flying base, going about their usual routines. Though they had been staying on edge ever since the Goblin's return. Suddenly an alarm went off, the halls and rooms flashed red. All the agents ran like hell, rushing to where they needed to go. Approaching the Tri-Carrier is a menacing looking group. In a V formation flies a squad of Goblins on gliders with the Green Goblin leading them.

"Let's have some fun! Hahahaha!" Green Goblin cheered, punching the air with his right fist.

The Goblins hooted, hollered, cheered, and laughed as they flew nearer and nearer to the Tri-Carrier. Their leader's eyes locked onto the flying fortress's weapons, which were slowly turning their aim to them. Green Goblin let out a bellowing screech as he threw his right hand forward, his hand flat like paper. His minions yowled as they dashed forward. Before the fortress's cannons could fire, the mini blasters on the upgraded gliders fired, the green shots of energy surged forward. The blasts peppered the fortress, small explosions scattered across the Tri-Carrier, the agents inside fell around as the fortress shook. The Goblin bellowed, pointing a significantly damaged area of the fortress. The Goblins fired off their blasters, all the energy blasts hitting that one spot. Soon there was a large explosion, when the dust vanished there was a gapping hole left. The squad flew in.

(S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy)

Director Fury and Agent Coulson were watching the fight in Times Square, sitting on edge the whole time. Then Director Fury's communicator was getting an incoming call. Both men saw the agent's face on the screen.

"What is it?" Director Fury asked.

"Sir! The Goblin! He…He and some…followers! They're…They're in the Tri-Carrier!" The agent answered, every word being stammered.

"No! The attack on Times Square…it's…it's a distraction!" Director Fury gasped, his one good eyes opened in shock.

(Tri-Carrier, several minutes later)

The Goblins flew away, their leader holding a box in his write arm within it glew a sickly green light.

"Soon this city will be mine! Heh haha! Haha! Haha! Hahaha! HAHAHAHA!" The Green Goblin laughed gleefully as he and his minions flew away.

To be continued…