Manhattan, New York

Lieutenant Stacy tapped his fingers impatiently on the dashboard of the squad car as he and Officer Cellanos made their way down the street towards the Tower. The traffic was completely backed up and even with the sirens whining outside, people were completely unable to get out of the way. If anyone had any doubts that there was a blockade set up in front of the Tower on 54th, the facts were very plain. Lieutenant Stacy was slowly putting things together as he sat in the car. Whoever was inside of the building had set up the blockade. If Spider-Man hadn't taken it down, then he was busy. He had to be. Or maybe the lieutenant was putting too much faith in the vigilante...

"Let's get out." Lieutenant Stacy said, as he unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door. Cellanos looked up at him confused and then grabbed the radio.

"All units, we're approaching the Tower on foot. Two squads stay back and direct traffic after we deal with the Tower." Cellanos said. Stacy was weaving his way through the cars, his hand steady near his pistol grip and his eyes searching frantically for Gwen's car. Civilians honked madly and cursed as the New York tempers began to flare at the backed up traffic. Stacy supposed that they should've been used to it, but considering it was Christmas Eve and growing dangerously close to Christmas, he could understand.

The chill in the air nipped at Stacy's neck and he felt droplets start to hit his face. He frowned. It was snowing and that only meant that when traffic finally started to move again, things would get messy. He'd have to assign another officer to attempt to direct traffic in a orderly manner. But that was only after this supposed blockade was down. Lieutenant Stacy had a mind to find his daughter before anything happened. It wouldn't, however.

As Lieutenant Stacy and his officers approached the Tower, the blockade Gwen had told him about came into view as well. However, Stacy saw something that he didn't expect. It appeared that officers from the NYPD had set the blockade up. Dressed in black with the word "POLICE" written in white on their chests, the men stood guard in front of the tower with concrete slabs blocking the intersection. Stacy narrowed his eyes.

"Some of our blues?" Cellanos asked, slowly approaching the lieutenant's side. Stacy shook his head and breathed softly, his breath rising in a fog above his eyes.

"No. If there was a blockade set up this close to our precinct, we would've set it." Stacy's eyes looked at the weapons that the men were holding. They appeared to be assault rifles, equipped with scopes and light machine guns. Military grade from the looks of them.

"Big guns." Cellanos quipped. Stacy nodded.

"Be ready. This may get ugly very fast. Our primary goal is going to be getting civilians out of this area safely." Stacy said. Cellanos dipped her head in acknowledgement and Lieutenant Stacy closed in on the men holding the barricade. To their credit, the phony officers didn't automatically raise their weapons to his face as he approached. Stacy already knew they weren't real officers. He wasn't entirely sure if they knew that he knew. He didn't know how fast their draw speed was. But he knew his.

"Whoa there, Lieutenant." one of the men standing at the blockade called, raising his hand. Lieutenant Stacy counted five, including the two up front. He could see three in the back standing straight in front of the Tower entrance.

"Who authorized this 3000?" Lieutenant Stacy asked, narrowing his eyes. The man in front of him seemed to freeze in place, if only for a millisecond, as if he was trying to search for an answer. Stacy could see the sweat drip from his brow down under his face mask. Within moments, the man raised his weapon. He was panicked and Stacy knew that. His hand went to his pistol and he drew. Drawing his gun with the speed and force that he did, raising it to the man's face. The steel collided with the man's jaw and Lieutenant Stacy fell back behind an empty car as bullets began to fly above his head.

"Looks like you pissed them off, Lieutenant!" Cellanos yelled after she popped up and fired a few shots. She grabbed her radio and yelled. "10-10! Shots fired. 10-57, at the Tower on W 54th Street!" Lieutenant Stacy nodded to his partner and grit his teeth as he reared his head, ducking just barely in time enough to avoid being ripped apart by automatic weapon fire. Their cover rocked back and forth as it was hit by the impact of the bullets. Stacy could hear the screams of civilians as they ran away to avoid being caught up in the crossfire.

He heard one thing, however, that caused the usually calm man's hair to stand up on the back of his neck. There was a scream from a young woman. Stacy could recognize it anywhere. It was his daughter, Gwen.

-/-

W 54th Street - The Tower

Osborn stood before Peter, his green skin smoking from his recent transformation into his goblin monster form. The rage at Osborn's revelation hadn't yet subsided, but now Peter realized that he couldn't be blinded by his emotions any longer. Mary Jane and Aunt May were still in the building. He couldn't risk them being collateral in this fight that seemed he had been waiting his entire life to have.

Osborn stepped forward, growling and flexing his muscles as he approached Peter. "Parker." the monster said with a wide, sadistic grin. Peter crouched and backed away, every one of his senses tuned and ready to move when Osborn did. The two seemed to be locked together, unmoving and glaring deep into each other's souls. Peter searched desperately for a quip to shoot at the goblin, but his mind found nothing. It was nothing he could say. He could only act.

Peter's webs went to either side of Osborn's head and he pulled himself forward, driving his feet into the goblin's chest. Osborn merely staggered backward. Peter followed with several quick punches before he shot webs to the ceiling and propelled himself upward. His knees cracked against Osborn's chin and as Peter flipped behind him, he thought he had earned a decisive blow. To his surprise, Osborn had his head reared...in laughter. He was cackling, in fact. His shoulders shook as his laughter echoed through the building. Peter's head suddenly vibrated, but Osborn was fast.

Osborn's clawed hand grabbed Peter's throat and lifted him off of his feet. Peter kicked and pulled at Osborn's hands. The goblin laughed at him and squeezed tightly. "Is that all you've got, Parker?" Peter held his hands to the goblin's face and started to spray his webs, but Osborn grabbed both of his wrists. "I'm disappointed." he growled.

Peter felt his body get tossed through a small window and plummet towards the streets below. Under the sound of the shattered glass that still rang in his ear, he could hear the sounds of police sirens and people screaming as they saw his body descend from the window. Peter regained himself a shot a web to a building across from the Tower. His head buzzed and as soon as he had begun his ascent, Osborn was once again on top of him, crashing into his body. The two of them rolled across the rooftop and Peter fought desperately to get the upper hand. But Osborn was too strong.

Every punch that Peter through, Osborn merely cackled at it and followed up with one of his own. The goblin's punches hurt. Peter could feel ever inch of his body be affected by the sheer force of the blows. His ribs felt like he had been hit repeatedly by a speeding car and the constant movement was doing nothing for his shoulder, that still bled from the bullet wound he had received earlier. Like a shark, Osborn could sense Peter's weakness and he exploited it at every turn.

When the two finally did roll to a stop, Osborn kept his hand on Peter's chest, holding him. He grinned madly at him and stared into his mask. Peter's mind raced as he looked around for anything he could grab to give himself the advantage. Meanwhile, Osborn looked down at him and began to speak.

"I am perfect now, Parker. Stronger, faster, better than you. Do you see now, boy? Do you see?!" the green monster roared. Peter's eyes caught something and he grinned under his mask.

"Oh, I see, alright." Peter said, as his webs found an air conditioning unit. With a quick jerk of his arm, the unit was ripped out and sent sailing directly into the temple of Osborn. This was enough to briefly stun him and it was all the time that Peter needed. Peter weaved out of Osborn's grasp and webbed the unit back into his possession. Peter flung it quickly and the metal banged against Osborn's jaw. Osborn growled as he stared Peter down. Peter smirked. He could feel his confidence rising. "Are you done with your 'I'm better than you' monologue, you Green Giant, Great Big Tender Peas wannabe?" He shot. Enraged, Osborn raced forward. Peter crouched and waited for him.

Peter leapt over Osborn's head, only for his ankle to be grabbed by the monster. Peter didn't panic. Osborn threw Peter upward into the air. Peter shot his webs directly into the eyes of Osborn and pulled himself forward. The goblin yowled as he was thrust towards the edge of the roof. Peter stuck his feet onto Osborn's shoulders and used his entire body to pull the monster off the building and into the air. Osborn howled and ripped the webbing from his eyes and his clawed hands went immediately for Peter's head. Peter dislodged his feet from the monster's shoulder's descended downward, avoiding Osborn's wild strike.

Osborn held his arms close to his body and dropped faster, slicing through the air like a missile. Peter gasped as Osborn's body crashed into his and the goblin's arms wrapped around. Before Peter could even attempt to fight his way out of Osborn's grasp, he felt his body crash into the concrete below. Peter let out a barely audible wheeze as Osborn's foot ground into Peter's sternum as he stood up. The green goblin rose from the small crater the two bodies had created and walked away, distracted by something. As Peter breathed, he could feel a few of his crushed ribs stabbing into his liver and lungs. He took in several quick breaths and strained to get up. He paused when he heard Osborn howling.

"Open fire!" a voice yelled. Peter slowly recognized the voice after the ringing in his ears settled. It was Lieutenant Stacy.

Empire State University - Hospital

Harry squeezed the sheets on his bed as he felt himself get lifted and thrown into the air. He wanted to scream, but the pain his chest stopped him. Harry could only open his mouth and pray that someone heard him...

The young Osborn woke up in a stupor. The room span around and blurred in and out of focus. Initially, he felt nauseous and soon after, he felt great. This was a new kind of high. He blinked slowly. His eyes felt like he had a car tied to his eyelashes. The experience was extremely weird. Harry felt something touch his arm and his head seemed to turn in slow motion as he looked to his left. The brown skin and the blonde hair were familiar. The person's voice warped in and out as she spoke.

"Harry…" she called. Her voice echoed inside his head and Harry could only stare at the young woman in front of him. With the blonde in her hair, he thought he was looking at her...Gwen. Gwen had been the one girl he had ever felt the need to chase. She was beautiful and a damn genius. Initially, her intelligence had intimidated Harry. He had thought good girls loved bad boys but he had been mistaken. Every trick that would've dropped the panties on the average college girl only made Gwen roll her eyes and ignore him. He thought she was just playing hard to get but no, her standards were simply high.

"Yeah..." Harry finally answered her. The young woman behind the voice leaned toward Harry and kissed him on the cheek and softly pecked his lips. The sensation made Harry smile.

"You're awake. Oh my God. You're awake." she said, smiling widely at him. Harry could scarcely make out a few bandages on the young woman's face in front of him. It took his garbled brain a few moments to remember who she was.

"Lily..." Harry said. It sounded clear when it left his brain and went to his mouth but what he heard was a slurred attempt to speak. Lily giggled as the words left his mouth and placed her hand onto his.

"You don't have to talk, Harry. I'm just so happy you're alive." she said. Her face then brightened as if she remembered something else. "Some friends of yours stopped by earlier today while you were still unconscious. A thin black kid and a girl with red head. High school kids." Lily said. Harry's eyes widened.

"Peter and MJ?" he asked, slurring once again. Lily nodded.

"Yeah! That's who they were. Said they were like little siblings to you." she said. Harry smiled and felt saliva start to drip down the side of his mouth. He groaned inwardly and reached a hand up to wipe his mouth. Lily was at his side with a napkin in her hand to wipe the spittle from his chin. She smiled as their eyes contacted and Harry felt an awkward shiver in his spine. Whatever emotional pull Harry was feeling now was nothing he had ever intended to feel towards Lily. She was a rebound. Why now did it seem she was treating him better than Gwen could ever hope to?

He was high.

Lily left the room and when she returned a few minutes later, a doctor was with her. He was smiling mildly as he saw Harry and the young man returned the smile.

"Mr. Osborn. It is very good to see you alive." the doctor said. Harry grinned.

"Feels good to be alive." Harry slurred. The doctor flipped through a few papers on a clipboard and nodded absently as he looked over the notes.

"Gave you some pain relievers earlier that seem to be doing the trick." the doctor said as he looked over Harry. Harry's vision cleared and he saw the doctor flip the pages on the clipboard down.

"It's going to take some time for you to heal from the injuries that you sustained. You may have problems breathing due to the injuries to your ribs and sternum. We may end up having to hook you up to one of our breathing machines if the pain persists. Other than that, your body will heal naturally. We'll hold you for a few more days, maybe until New Years' Eve." The doctor's eyes then went to Lily and back to Harry before he smiled. "At least you won't be spending Christmas alone." After that, the doctor was gone.

Lily blushed in her chair while shifted awkwardly. It was silent in the room for a few moments until Lily looked over to Harry.

"Hey, you wanna, um, watch TV?" she asked. Harry nodded. TV would definitely solve the problem they were having. Lily took the hospital remote off of Harry's desk and pointed it at the TV. The screen flashed and the two were greeted with the image of a reporter standing in front of what seemed to be cars on fire. Harry could hear the gunfire ringing out behind her as well as what sounded like roars. The woman screamed and ran with her camera to a corner before holding the microphone up to her mouth.

"THIS IS JENNIFER DUGAN LIVE IN FRONT OF THE TOWER ON W 54TH STREET WHERE POLICE LOCKED IN A FIREFIGHT WITH SEVERAL ARMED GUNMEN AND A LARGE GREEN CREATURE! ON THE SCENE AS WELL IS-OH MY GOD!" the woman shouted as the camera caught a car flying towards them. The vehicle stopped in midair and Harry saw a red and blue flash fly over the news crew and go straight towards the green monster. The camera panned upward and Harry saw a thick web line attached to roof of the car.

Harry Osborn felt a chill run down his spine as the camera went back to the chaos in the streets. He saw the monster's hooked black claws and the bright golden eyes shining in the darkness as he battled Spider-Man. This was the same creature that had attacked him and Lily. That had actively sought to kill him. Whatever it was, it needed to be stopped. Only Spider-Man could do that.

W 54th Street - The Tower

Peter's arms and legs felt numb. His body was in pain and his head pounded and vibrated with every single move he made against Norman, but he continued to fight. Osborn had immediately gone for the police officers that were firing upon the men he had acquired from Richard Fisk and Peter rushed in quickly to save them. Peter didn't know where Lieutenant Stacy had fled to after Peter had kicked the goblin away, but he was sure that it was safer than where he had been, mere inches away from Norman's grasp.

The firefight between Osborn's hired mercs and the police officers had transitioned in the parking circle under the Tower. There was only one merc left now, doing all he could to hold the police off with his M4. Four men were down already and three had been killed by the police. Peter wanted to push and get the man before anyone else died, but fighting Osborn required his full attention. And even with that, he didn't know if he would win for sure.

Peter danced around Osborn, using his spider-sense to avoid most of the blows that came his way. Osborn's reflexes seemed to be just as fast. Peter's blows were either blocked or received in exchange for Osborn throwing a harder strike his way. Peter could literally feel the bruises on his body forming as he continued to press on and engage the goblin, but he wouldn't quit. Not while this monster that had stripped his parents and uncle away still lived and definitely not while he threatened his family that still lived.

The two of them traded blows in the middle of the street now. Peter leapt over Osborn's head, spurting webbing out in to Osborn's face. The green goblin raised his hand to deflect the webs and then grabbed Peter by his ankle and slammed him to the ground. Osborn raised his foot and sent it crashing down to Peter's head. Peter raised his hands to grab his foot, holding him off. While Peter held him, Osborn left his other foot and went into air. Peter launched him into the air and rolled out of the way, quickening his exit with a few web lines to a light post.

Peter quickly started to ascend the side of a building and Osborn trailed after him, roaring and laughing maniacally as he followed after him. Peter stopped mid-climb and used Osborn's momentum against him as he rocketed forward into Peter's barrage of punches. Osborn growled as Peter punched him down to the ground and landed onto his chest. Peter held Osborn's arms to the ground and raised his lower body upward and then sent his knees crashing down into the goblin's throat. Osborn flinched, if that much and overpowered Peter once again and grabbed him by his neck. Peter was flung down the street, crashing into a parked car's windshield. Peter felt the glass pierce into his back and groaned as he rolled over and pulled it out. He panted as he looked up and then froze.

A pair of blue eyes locked onto his and for a moment, Peter stopped breathing. A blonde girl sat in the driver's seat with her hands on her head. She was panicked and appeared to be cut under her eye. Her mouth opened wide and Peter saw the reflection in the window that caused her face to change. Peter had to move quickly. He punched a hole into the windshield and grabbed the young woman inside and raced away just as Osborn's fist crashed down into the hood of the car. Osborn roared and leapt after him while the young woman screamed in his ear.

Peter turned and pressed on his wrists with his fingers hard, firing off a web ball that smacked directly into Osborn's eye. Osborn growled and fell into the ground below. Peter smirked and sighed as he swung through the streets. The young woman squeezed Peter's neck and sighed.

"Thank you, so much." she said.

"No problem. It's what I do." Peter said as he thought back on Osborn. He had to go back and face him. "Is there somewhere that I can drop you off? I've got a monster to fight." Peter said. The young woman nodded.

"Yes, my father's down in front of the Tower." she said. Peter raised an eyebrow as he descended to the street.

"Oh really? One of the officers?" he asked.

"Yes, the commanding officer. Lieutenant George Stacy." she said.

Holy crap, I have the police lieutenant's daughter in my arms. Peter thought as he landed in front of the Tower and watched as Gwen ran over to her father. The grizzled and grim lieutenant's face brightened as his daughter ran into his arms and he squeezed her tightly. He traded a few words with her and then looked up at Spider-Man. The message of thanks that his eyes sent were very clear. Peter wanted to stay and smile at the father/daughter duo but an explosion off where he left the goblin caught his attention. Peter nodded over to the lieutenant and leapt into the air and went towards the direction of the explosion.

When he made it to the site, the cars all around were on fire. The foul smell of gas hit Peter's nose and he looked around and saw some gasoline dripping out of the tank of a car. His eyes then caught something else. There was someone inside of the car and there were banging on the window. Peter could hear their muffled cries for assistance only faintly and he leapt toward the car. As he did, reaching out to try and grab something, Peter's head vibrated violently.

The car exploded, setting off a chain reaction in front of Peter, blowing him back. Metal, glass and flame ripped through his costume and his skin as he fell to the ground. Peter opened his mouth to release an inaudible cry of pain as he laid on the ground. The only thought that relayed in his mind besides how much pain he was in was the indisputable fact that Osborn had set this up for him. Peter gripped his side and groaned as tears began to flow down his cheeks.

Peter crawled towards one of the shops on the street and gingerly stood to face the glass window. His entire costume was in ruin, hanging on by mere pieces. It looked like his body had been ran through a shredder. His mask was ripped apart, only covering his mouth and a part of his forehead. His chest was exposed except for the bottom legs of his spider emblem that stretched down to his belly button and his pants were ripped up to the knees. On top of all of that, Peter was covered in scratches, cuts and bruises. He looked like he had just gotten out of a fight with a wolverine...or the Wolverine.

Peter spat some of his blood on the ground and panted softly as he felt his body try desperately to heal itself. It would take hours, maybe even an entire day for the deep gashes to heal completely. He didn't have that kind of time. A scream burst out from the top of the Tower. MJ's scream, followed by Osborn's cackling laugh. Peter's eyes scaled up the Tower's 110 stories. It would be a long climb. Peter leapt up to the shop's roof, gritting his teeth as the pain shot through his body. He had to ignore it. He had to push himself further. His family's lives were on the line.

Peter ascended up the side of the Tower in quick yet labored leaps and bounds. Every time he seemed to stretch himself upward, it felt like a new wound opened up on his body. He could feel his blood dripping down his skin, it's warmth contrasting with the chilling air that ripped through the space around Peter as he made it back to where he had left his aunt and girlfriend. Peter crawled through the destroyed wall. He squinted his eyes as he limped forward, holding his side as his blood slowly flowed through his fingers.

"Aunt Mae? MJ?" Peter called out weakly, his voice echoing around the room.

"Outside..." Osborn's voice slithered through the room. Like a moth beckoned to a flame, Peter followed the sound. He walked to the sound of the swirling winds and the feeling of the winter winds. Peter froze when he saw Osborn. Standing on the edge of the building, Osborn held Mary Jane in one hand and Aunt Mae in the other. Osborn grinned as he saw Peter approach and MJ squirmed.

"Why?" Peter asked, struggling to hold back his emotions. Osborn cackled.

"You chose to play the hero, boy. You must realize that these choices come with consequences. Thus, I present you with one." Osborn growled. Peter bit his lip.

"No...please..." he said.

"I'm going to drop these two. Only you have the power to save them...but only one. Whether you save the old woman or the girl...someone you love dies. Now..." Osborn said. Peter's eyes widened.

"NO!" he screamed as he ran forward, ignoring the pain in his body as he approached Osborn. As he did, Osborn dropped MJ and threw Aunt Mae further down the street. Peter skid to a halt and without thinking, went for his aunt. Aunt Mae screamed as she fell but Peter wouldn't let her fall for long. His webs hit the buildings around her and he slung himself forward, grabbing his aunt and then swirling around the Tower to get Mary Jane.

Peter tied a webs around his aunt's hands and let her go. As she fell, the webbing caught wind under it and she slowly sailed to the ground. Peter swung faster than he had ever felt himself swing, ignoring the pain in his arms and his body. He ignored the cold winds hitting his open wounds. The blood that blew into his eyes. His only focus was MJ. And he saw her. MJ appeared to be falling directly in front of him. If he swung fast enough, he'd get to her in time. He'd beat Osborn at his game. Mary looked down and when she saw Peter swinging, Peter thought he saw her smile. The most beautiful, tearful smile he had ever seen.

Osborn hit Peter in his side, grabbing him around his waist and slung him away from his chance. Peter looked up into Osborn's eyes and the green goblin snarled. "You can only save one..." he said.

Then he threw him.

-/-

Mary Jane fell through the air in what appeared to be cold slow motion. She saw Peter swinging towards her and for a moment it felt as if she was free falling on the trapeze waiting to be caught. Then the chance to be rescued was snatched out of her grasp. As she fell now, she didn't let out a scream. All she could do was reach for Peter as he reached out to her. The cold winds blew her hair into her eyes and temporarily she was blinded to the fact that she was about to die. Her mind began to conjure fantasies of graduating high school with Peter. College. What their first time would be like. Peter's marriage proposal. Their first child and his developing spider powers. A tear rolled out of MJ's eye and flew above her as she fell and she smiled.

I love you, Peter Benjamin Parker. Mary Jane thought, finally.

The impact of the ground and the blackness that covered her afterwards didn't even hurt.

-/-

Peter was limp as his body plummeted to the ground. He crashed through the roof of a building and landing on the ground with a thud. He thought he heard some of his bones break when he hit the floor. He didn't care anymore. Every shred of will he had left that would've urged him to press on and fight had been sapped away from him. Mary Jane was dead. Peter hoped that Osborn would come down now and finish the job on him.

Peter picked his head up and stared forward. There was a giant glass podium mere steps above him with a choir stand and a decorated glass portrait of Jesus behind it. Peter realized immediately that he laid bleeding and broken on the altar where most broken people would come for healing and strength to continue living. Ironic. All Peter wanted was to die. All the pain he had suffered was coming onto him now. Growing up without his parents, being bullied most of his life, losing his uncle and now his girlfriend. All because he had to be born different, with gifts that nobody understood but everyone coveted. It made him a loner.

Now, Peter laid here alone once again.

What would he do now? What could he do? Even if he wanted to fight, he couldn't beat Osborn. He outmatched Peter at every turn, setting traps and taking the people he loved away from him. What would he fight for?

Avenge her. a voice spoke in Peter's head, familiar but not his own. We will avenge her. It said again.

Peter felt strength in his legs and managed to bring himself to kneel at the altar. All he needed was strength. All he needed was the strength to destroy Norman Osborn and to avenge Mary Jane's death. Peter had only ever said prayers before going to bed when he was a child, but now, he found himself pleading. Give me strength. Give me the power to right this wrong. Please...

Peter felt strength come back to his body. He felt his wounds start to close and heal with a cooling sensation that gave him relief. He looked down at his arms that had been shredded by glass and metal. From his cuts, he saw something peculiar. Something black was moving.

What is this? Peter thought as the black substance slithered over his arms, healing his wounds and covering him where his costume had been shredded before taking over the areas that the remnants of his torn costume had covered, leaving a sleek black design. Peter raised his hands and looked all over his body as the black substance-organism-crawled over him and covered his entire body. Peter saw the ebon organism crawl over and cover his eyes before giving way to clear vision, clearer than he had ever possessed with the glass he put in his original mask. Peter flexed his muscles in the new black suit and all he could feel was power.

Peter felt a mixture of rage and joy. In his moment of weakness, his prayers had miraculously been answered. He didn't know where the black substance came from or why it came to him now, but he didn't care. With his wounds healed and his vitality restored, Peter was ready. His head vibrated lightly, alerting him to something that was coming.

Osborn crashed down through the roof and stared at Peter, growling as he did. Peter turned his head fractionally towards him. For once, the goblin didn't rush toward Peter immediately. He didn't ask questions either and soon his insanity overweighed his cautiousness and he ran for Peter. Peter almost didn't feel his body react. He moved so quickly that Peter's vision blurred but he still managed to hit and grab Osborn by his waist and raised him above his head before slamming him into the ground.

The fear in Osborn's eyes was laughable. Peter held the goblin in the air and with what seemed like a simple toss, threw Osborn through the front doors of the church and sent him down the street into the next building. Peter smirked under his mask. The power...the raw emotions that fueled him...it felt good. He loved it. His smirk turned into a frown as he balled his fist and he felt the black suit change its nature accordingly. He had the power he asked for. There was only one thing left now.

Vengeance.

Next, He Who Fights Monsters: The Abyss