(Peter's pov)
Later that night, after George, Philip, and Simon went to bed, Gwen, Howard and I decided to watch re-runs of spartacus. We sat there for about 3 hours, untill Harry started frantically banging on the door. When I saw Harry when I opened the door, I froze. His clothes were damp due to the snow, his skin was as pale as the snow beneath him, he had large bags under his eyes, and his voice was dry and empty. "Jesus Harry, what the hell happened to you?" I asked "We need to talk, NOW." he ordered
"I went to see my father today." he said, once I led him into the kitchen "So what did he want?" I asked "He said he could help me get the guy that killed mj, he tricked me into taking some serum. He said that it was beneficial to him too, he said it could practicaly make you superhuman." he replied "Holly shit, Harry." I sighed "After they injected me with it, Norman order his assistants to kill me, but I escaped by jumping out a 30 story window." he continued,
"What kind of father would use his own son as a lab-rat, what kind of monster would stoup that low and kill their own child, their own flesh and blood?" he asked, with tears streaming down his face "I have no idea, Harry." I said, placing my hand on his shoulder "But you're not him, Harry, you're not him; you're better than him." I continued "Thanks, Pete." Harry replied
"Look, whatever Norman's planning, it's bad; you should get Gwen and the the rest of your family out of the city. I don't know how much longer you'll be able to protect New York, along with your family." Harry warned, before walking out the door. "What was that about?" Gwen asked, trying not to sound concerned "I'll tell you later." I whispered to her
"Mr. Osborn, we can start the operation now, if you're ready." Smyth announced "Thank you Mr. Smyth." Norman said; what neither Norman or Harry knew, was that the serum that was givin to Harry was only a fraction of the amount that Norman would need, which hadn't been tested on anyone. Once the operation began, Norman felt like his skin was melting ofhis and it seemed like whatever was left of his soul was being ripped out. After a while, the pain became so extreme, that it almost felt like some type of sexual pleasure.
When the doctors started taking out the needles and removed his oxygen mask, Norman began to change. He suddenly grew atbout two or three feet, his eyes began to turn gold with black pupils, his ears began to curve into pointed tips, and his skin turned completely green, with a shade of purple on his scalp and wrists. "Mr. Osborn, can you hear me, are you alright?" Smyth asked, frantically; then, a voice appeared, it sounded like Norman, but more shallow and menecing "Norman Osborn is dead, call me... GOBLIN." the voice replied, while standing up "And I'm taking charge of this company!" the goblin announced, with an evil snicker.
(Peter's pov)
"Alright, we're alone, will you please tell me what Harry wanted to talk to you about?" Gwen asked, frustrated "Norman tricked Harry into letting his assistants experiment on him, it was some type of super-soldier serum." I replied "Do you think that's why a vulture took your blood?" she asked "I don't know, and what do mean when you said 'vulture'?" I replied "Well, you told me that the guy that attacked you had metallic wings on his back, so I figured that it was probably someone from the vulture program." she answered "What's the vulture program?" I asked her
"it was a program at OSCORP, created by Adrian Tooms and Alister Smyth, I was assigned to them before I worked with Dr. Connors. They created a flight harness which would help solders quickly get in and out of combat zones, and they would inject something into you so that you'd be stronger, faster, and be able to see everything clearer while you're in the air." she answered
"Whatever this is, it's bad." I replied
"I know." she said
Norman (now the green goblin) had since confined himself to a dark room that used to be his office. The serum was slowly erasing whatever small about of humanity that Norman still had, and completely turning him into psychotic monster, without any form of rational though about anything. Smyth had offered to try to fix the "skin deformities" but Norman refiused. "I can help you, Norman." Smyth said "No." Norman replied "This is the way I can take control." he continued "What do you mean by control, and what exactly are you trying to control, sir?" Smyth asked, with a hint of fear in his voice "The world, Mr. Smyth, and everything in it." Norman answered "But I can't do that without your help, Alister." he continued "With what, Mr. Osborn?" Smyth asked, realizing that he was talking to a complete lunatic
"When you point a loaded gun at someone, they'll do whatever you want them to do, and if you point it at their families, they might even shoot themselves if you told them to." Norman answered "What are you getting at, Norman?" Smyth asked him, hoping that he wasn't about to ask him what he think he was "I need you to turn the serum into a weapon." Norman responded "But Spider-Man will attempt to intervene, so I'm going to need an army." he continued "What kind of army?" Smyth asked, as if he was just picking up food "I need you to get a team together to take him out; he's married to Gwen Stacy, so get her address and send the team to their house." Norman commanded
(Peter's pov)
I woke up the next morning to large chunks of snow, falling off the roof; with my arms wrapped around Gwen. I quietly got up and got in the shower without waking up Gwen. When I got out and got dressed, I went downstairs to check on everyone. But when I got downstairs I saw several people in suits walking toward the house.
"Mr. Parker, may we come in?" one of the men asked "Uh, sure." I replied. When they walked in, two of the men walked out of the room, and swalking wandering around the house. When I asked the men what they were doing, one of them pulled out a silenced pistol. "Don't worry, Mr. Parker, we'll make this quick." one of them said, before trying to shoot me.
When he pulled the trigger, I broke his hand, grabbed the gun, and shot him in the foot, then I kicked him in the face to knock him out. Before the other men realized what happened, I ran to my room to warn Gwen. "Get George and your brothers, and take them to Harry's, and I'll meet you there." I instructed her "Okay." she replied, before she threw her arms around me "Try not to get killed." she said, with a serious tone this time.
She quickly and quietly got everyone out through the back, along with the .38 revolver that she found in her father's dresser; just as the rest of the men found the man's unconscious body. When I heard one of the men approach the bedroom, I pulled the gun out of his hands and elbowed him in the face. As three more men approached the room, I used the gun to take them out.
When the last man approached me, I pulled the trigger, but nothing happened; the gun was jammed. Just as he was about to shoot me, I herd a gunshot from behind him. When he collapsed on the ground, I saw the shooter, it was Gwen. "I told you to get everyone out of here?" I asked "I thought you could use a hand; and don't worry, I got them to Harry, their safe." she answered, as threw my arms around her, and kissed her.
"There's a guy who's still alive downstairs; do you still have bullets in that, because I could use your help with getting information from him?" "You are the persuasive one." I asked "Sounds like fun." she said, with a sadistic smile.
When we got to the man, he was awake and clutching at his wounded foot. "Who sent you?" I asked him, angerly "FUCK YOU!" he yelled "Okay, here's what's going to happen; you're going to tell us everything we want to know, or I'll grab a butcher knife, cut off your genitals, and make you swallow them." Gwen replied "Do we have an understanding?" she asked
"Wow, what a pussy." Gwen said as we drove to the police station, with the man in our trunk "I couldn't even keep up with what he was saying, because he was spilling everything out so fast." she continued "Well, you threatened to make him eat his own dick; any guy would tell you whatever you wanted to know, if it prevented you from doing that." I laughed "I'll keep that in mind." she chuckled
"Look, if this is as bad as I think it is, then you, George, and your brothers should probably go stay with your aunt and uncle in London." I suggested
"Peter, I'm not leaving your side, if this is as bad as that guy said, then I'm staying with you." she replied
"Gwen, I can't lose you; if you get hurt, I'd never forgive myself." I responded
"Peter, you can't keep beating yourself up over this; my grandfather made my dad promise the same thing when he became a cop. We're finishing this together, you even said that we're invincible when we're together." she replied
"Okay, we'll do this together." I said, with a small smile on my lips; she kissed me on the cheek, and we held each other's hands for the rest of the drive.
"Mr. Osborn, the attempt on Spider-Man failed." Smyth informed him "Then get Hardy and Sytsevich out of Ravencraft, and get the "spider-slayers" into position." Norman commanded "We need to creat a distraction to keep everyone busy untill the bomb is ready." "As you wish, I guess." Smyth replied, bluntly
Ravencraft institute was considered the San Quintin of the east coast; or to some, the Quantanimo Bay of the US. The prisoners were only fed once a day, but that was only the beginning of their torture. The meals were often so bad that even a rat would think twice before chowing down, but at least death row inmates and mental patents were allowed to eat soup or dry bread. When the inmates would refuse to eat, the wardens would either water board them or lightly drip water on their foreheads. (A/N in Quantinimo, the guards would do that to make you insane, I know it sounds crazy,heard its true, google it) The cells themselves didn't even have windows, and even so much as a brief glimpse outside could keep you sane.
Felicia was being held at the psychiatric ward of Ravencraft. Even though she wasn't legally declared insane, the wardens decided to place her in a straight-jacket to prevent her from escaping, for the 47th time. "Does anyone see this?" one of the guards asked while pointing to the army of small dots that were heading right toward them, and getting bigger as they got closer. Those dots were actually the robotic spiders that were created by Alistair Smyth; they looked a lot like the sentinels from the "matrix" movies, only with two mini-guns above their heads and two rocket launchers on the bottom. Their usual purpose was to hunt down any failed experiment that escaped OSCORP; but they were solely programmed to follow Smyth's orders.
Before anyone had any time to react, the spider-slayers surrounded the guard tower and began to gun down anyone their line of sight. Once the remaining guards began to shoot back at the robots that we're now heading for the cells, the now fully-matured scorpion jumped into the tower to finish what the slayers started. "What the fuck is that?" one of the guards asked, about the 8-foot tall creature that they were trying to shoot at.
All of their shots were useless, the Scorpion would dodge everyone of them, in a similar fashion to Agent Smith from "The Matrix", he'd bend his waste in the opposite direction of every bullet that was fired. When the guards' guns were empty, the scorpion shot acid out of the tip of is tail and it hit one of the guards right in the face, sending him screening as he jumped out the window and plummeted to his death. Then, the Scorpion stabbed the next guard in the chest with his acid-tipped tail, and decapitated the guard that remained.
"Jesus, what the hell took these assholes so long?" Felicia muttered to herself when she herd the chaos outside. Just as she stood up, one of the slayers blew open her cell, and cleared her a path to get to her gear, and Sytsevich, who was being held at the other end of the prison. He wasn't given as many restraints, this was mostly because he was completely powerless without his rhino suit. He was barely awake when she got to him, probably due to the drugs that the doctors kept him on.
"What do you want?" Sytsevich asked, with his thick and tired Russian accent "What does it look like?" she asked, sarcastically "We're getting out of here." "Good, I could use a drink." he said, while beginning to stand up "You and me both." she replied
Once they got out of his cell, what was left of the facility was covered with mutilated corpses and ruble. A few slayers flew around the facility in circles, but Scorpion fled with the rest of them. Most of the wardens were dead, while a few were still writhing in agony as the acid from the Scorpion ate away their flesh. "Let's get the hell out of here." Felicia insisted as she grabbed the last of her gear. Just as they walked out of the facility, OSCORP agents surrounded them, put black masks over their heads, and threw them in a black van.
"What the hell is going on?" Felicia asked, impatiently "Mr. Osborn has a job for you two." one of the men replied "He'll explain everything you need to know, when we get to him." "God damnit." Felicia muttered under her breath
(Peter's pov)
Once we dropped of the OSCORP agent at the police station, Gwen suggested we call Harry and check on everyone. "What happened, are you guys alright?" Harry asked, while trying to stay calm "We'll talk when we get to your apartment, we'll be there soon." I replied "Don't worry." I said, trying to prepare Gwen for what we were about to do "Harry will stay in London with them, he'll keep them safe; he has a small flat about 25 minutes from you aunt and uncle's house." "I know." she said, with a tear slowly falling down her cheek "We're gonna make it, Gwen, I promise; and this time I'm keeping my promise." I said, as I pulled her into my arms "I trust you." she said, as she buried her head into my chest.
We will make it, we have to...