In his highrise penthouse, Norman Osborn was sitting in his office in front of his computer, video conferencing with the members of Oscorp's board of directors.
"The data I've sent you speaks for itself," Norman disclosed. "As of today, Oscorp has taken Stark Industries' throne as the chief supplier to the United States Military," he threaded his fingers as he continued. "In short, ladies and gentlemen, costs are down, profits are up, and our stock has never been higher."
"Wonderful news Norman," one of the board members replied. "Truly, we couldn't be more pleased."
"It puts Oscorp in the perfect place for the sale," a second board member commented.
Norman's smile dropped upon hearing that. "Sale?"
The first board member cleared his throat in response. "We uh… were going to mention-"
"After Stark shut down the weapons manufacturing division, Hammer Industries began recapitalizing," the second board member cut in. "They're expanding."
"You mean buying up everyone else since Hammer can't come up with any ideas of his own."
"Perhaps… but they've made us an offer that we can't ignore."
"So why am I only being told of this now?"
"The last thing any of us want is the risk of a… a power struggle," a third board member spoke up. "The deals off the table if you come with it."
Norman's eyes narrowed upon hearing that.
"The board expects your resignation within thirty days."
"You can't be serious."
"To be honest, this should've happened sooner," the second board member commented. "With all the thefts and accidents that have happened on your watch-"
"Those weren't my fault!" Norman snapped.
He suddenly grunted in pain, nursing his head as he leaned back, much to the surprise of the members of the board.
"Everything alright, Norman?" a fourth member inquired.
"Just a… slight headache…"
"You have been a little under the weather," the first board member noted.
"...who said that?"
"Just something that we've noticed," the second one commented. "Perhaps you can take this as an opportunity to… take care of yourself. We're announcing the sale after our annual Halloween Festival."
Norman just remained silent, unaware of Harry standing outside the door, listening in. Feeling he heard enough, he went off, pulling out another vial of the green liquid he had become so fixated on.
…
A few days later, the Oscorp Halloween Festival was in full swing. The streets were filled with massive balloons, kids and adults of all ages in costumes, and several small businesses had set up booths in order to sell various treats and other such novelties. One such booth belonged to Midtown High manned by Liz dressed as a pirate, Sally dressed as a female genie, and another one of their classmates, Gloria Grant dressed as a cat. They were selling homemade cookies to the attendees, one of them being a kid in a Spider-Man suit.
"Thanks for supporting Midtown High and Happy Halloween," Liz replied, before realizing she was out of character. "I mean, 'argh matey, enjoy the cookie!' "
"Way to stay in character," Sally remarked. "How much longer do we have to do this?"
"It should only be a little longer. Why? Not getting into the Halloween spirit?"
Sally just rolled her eyes in response. Out in the crowds, Gwen, dressed as the Invisible Woman, was wandering around, taking in the sights around her.
"Hey, uh, it's Gwen, right?" a familiar voice asked.
Gwen turned to see MJ, dressed as a female vampire, walking over to her.
"Oh, hey MJ," Gwen greeted. "Is Peter here? I haven't seen him."
"I was going to ask you that, actually."
"Really? You didn't come here with him?"
"No, actually I-"
"Lean to the left!" a group of guys called out, causing Gwen and MJ to turn and see not only Flash, but the entire Football team dressed up as cheerleaders performing a routine. "Lean to the right! Stand up! Sit down! Fight, fight, fight! Gooooo Mustangs!"
Gwen stifled a laugh as MJ just smirked.
"Woo!" Liz called out from the booth. "Shake those pom poms!"
"Yeah shake tho-" Sally almost added before stopping herself. "Wait, are they mocking us?"
Once the cheering was over, Flash walked over to MJ, casually wrapping his arm around her.
"So, you as dangerous as you look?" he remarked, prompting MJ to flash her fake fangs at him.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she remarked.
Gwen just looked on in concern before stepping away.
…
Meanwhile, up on a balcony nearby, the members of Oscorp's board of directors were watching the festivities play out with satisfaction on their faces. As they did, a new figure came out from the building.
"Gentlemen," he greeted, causing the others to turn to him.
"Wilson," one of the board members replied, walking over and shaking his hand. "Always good to see you."
"Likewise, Farkus. Is Norman here? I was hoping to discuss some business matters with him."
"Oh, I don't believe Norman's going to be here tonight. So sorry. Is there anything I can help with?"
"No, that's alright. I'm sure I can speak to him later."
…
A bit later, Spider-Man swung over the streets of the carnival, unnoticed by the patrons below. He swung into an alleyway as his phone rang, prompting him to answer.
"Hello?"
"Pete, hey," Gwen greeted. "You close by? Kinda thought you'd be here by now."
"Sorry got… held up."
And by held up, I meant stopping a hold-up at a local convenience store. The owner even offered me a free Icee, but didn't seem like a good idea to slurp and swing.
"Anyway, I'm here now," he replied as he dropped down to the ground. "Where are you?"
As he touched down though, he was surprised to see Gwen standing in front of him as she turned to see him fully in costume.
"...Pete?" she questioned.
Thinking fast, Peter played it off and pulled off his mask.
"Nice costume, huh?" he remarked.
Gwen just smiled as they went to join the rest of the group. MJ was the first to notice and walked over.
"Hey Tiger," she greeted. "Oooh, love the costume."
"Uh, thanks, MJ," Peter replied nervously. "So, wasn't expecting to see you here. You by yourself?"
"Actually, Flash invited me."
That took Peter by surprise. "Flash?"
"I… tried to bring that up," Gwen whispered.
"Yeah," MJ replied. "He said if he was going to be seen in a skirt, it might as well be in front of everyone."
"That… makes sense. I… just thought after the show and everything… that you and I-"
"Whoa, easy there, Tiger," she insisted, resting her arm on his shoulder playfully. "It's not like we're going steady or something equally primitive. We're friends."
"Uh… yeah, sure, but-"
"Come on. The guys are trying to put a pyramid together. You know that's gotta be hilarious."
MJ went off, leaving Peter standing there dumbfounded as Gwen placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Sorry Pete," she consoled. "She did seem like a nice girl and-"
"It's cool. I'm… shockingly used to it."
As per usual my luck with the ladies had run out. The only consolation that night was seeing Flash humiliate himself. Which was pretty sweet.
Peter and Gwen went over to where MJ and a few others were gathered to see Flash and the other members of the Football team stacked on each other to form a human pyramid. However, they were one member short.
"Where the heck is Osborn?" Kenny wondered. "Dude was supposed to be the top of the pyramid."
"Don't know," Flash replied. "But I'm gonna cream him when I get my hands on him," he then looked up, seeing Peter in costume and chuckling in response. "Hey look, it's the Amazing Spider Geek."
He was so distracted by his mocking that his grip gave out, causing the pyramid to collapse on top of him. In the booth, Liz saw the costume Peter was wearing and a swell of emotions began building in her. She quickly took off, with Sally watching in concern as she left. She then turned and glared at Peter, who was laughing innocently at Flash's antics. This prompted her to leave the booth in a huff.
"Hey!" Gloria let out, unable to stop her.
"You got some nerve, Parker," Sally let out, getting Peter's attention.
"Sally?" he responded. "What are you-"
"Wearing a Spider-Man costume," she continued, poking him in the chest. "After he sent her dad to prison! Did you even stop to think of how she might feel about that?!"
"I… no I didn't-"
"Of course not. Because you never consider anyone else's feelings."
Sally then stormed off, leaving Peter a bit rattled by the verbal assault he was dealt.
"So… did I miss something?" MJ wondered.
"Ever heard of the Vulture?" Gwen asked, prompting MJ to nod. "Well, it turns out, he was Liz's dad."
"And I… kinda bailed on Homecoming when he was arrested…" Peter lamented.
"Ooh," MJ let out. "Ouch."
"Needless to say, she kinda hates me for it."
As Peter spoke, he felt his spider-sense go off, causing him to perk up in surprise. He looked up, seeing something in the skies, seemingly coming toward them.
"I… should probably go change," Peter decided, ducking out.
"Pete, wait," Gwen insisted. "You don't have to-"
"It's fine," Peter insisted. "Really."
He quickly made his way out of the crowd, with MJ and Gwen watching him leave as Flash walked over.
"Where's Parker going?" he wondered.
"He… wasn't feeling the holiday spirit," MJ replied.
…
Meanwhile, Liz ended up stopping just at the edge of the carnival, holding herself as she tried to calm herself down emotionally.
"Hey," Sally let out, getting Liz's attention as she walked up. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just…" Liz let out a sigh. "Seeing Peter in that costume… made me think of dad…"
"Well don't worry. I told him off. Hopefully, Parker will think twice before trying something like… that…"
Sally quickly became distracted by something flying overhead. Liz looked up just as the object flew past them, much to their confusion.
"What was that?" Liz wondered.
…
Up on the balcony, Fisk and the board members watched as the object whizzed overhead.
"Is that one of yours?" Fisk wondered, narrowing his eyes.
"Must be new this year…" one of the board members pondered as Farkus pulled out a pair of binoculars.
"No… that's our glider!" Farkus let out.
The object turned around, turning out to be the green and purple figure that had been attacking Oscorp's labs over the past few weeks. He bobbed and weaved through the large balloons dotting the street. Reaching the balcony, he used his foot to press a button on the glider, causing an orange bomb with the appearance of a jack-o-lantern to launch up into his hand. He then chucked the bomb at the bottom of the balcony. It exploded, destabilizing the balcony and causing debris to rain down on the people below. They all ran for cover as chunks of rock rained down, an elderly man with a mustache and glasses even grabbed a little girl and carried her out of the way so she wouldn't be hurt.
Liz and Sally were among the patrons running for cover, the former of which, tripping on a piece of debris as she ran. Sally went back for her, unaware of the rubble raining toward them. Fortunately, Peter, having ditched his book bag and put on his Spider-Man mask, flipped onto a nearby car and fired two weblines at the girls, pulling them to safety before the debris crashed down on them. Once he was sure they were safe, he leaped up into the air and fired a web line, allowing him to swing off after the figure in the skies.
The figure meanwhile circled around and prepared another Pumpkin Bomb before chucking it forward. Fortunately, Spider-Man swung up and snagged the bomb before slinging it back.
"Trick or treat!" he let out.
The figure quickly dove down to avoid the bomb before it went off, prompting Spider-Man to dive after him. The figure then darted right back up, allowing him to deck Spider-Man in the face, causing him to tumble through the air before quickly firing another web to swing from.
"Well, well," the figure let out in a menacing voice. "The infamous Spider-Man. I was hoping we would meet each other at some point."
"And who are you supposed to be?" Spider-Man asked, swinging onto the side of a building. "The Emerald Elf?"
The figure chuckled in response."I'm just a concerned citizen helping to clean up our fair city."
"You got a funny way of showing it," Spider-Man remarked before lunging forward.
The figure just pointed at him, causing green electricity to shoot out of his fingers and nail him in the chest. Spider-Man grunted in pain as he fell out of the air, allowing the figure to fly back up toward the balcony. During all of this, Fisk made his way back inside as the board members struggled to pick themselves up. They didn't have a chance to make their own escape however before the figure flew back up and lobbed another bomb at their feet. It remained still for a moment before its eyes and mouth began blinking. All of a sudden, it blew up in their faces, causing a blast so intense that Fisk could even feel it as he made his escape inside. Having recovered from his blow, Spider-Man saw the damage done and narrowed his eyes.
"No!" he cried out, swinging over to him.
He kicked the costumed madman in the face, knocking him off his glider and sending him crashing into a tent down below. The glider however careened out of control before flying through a large balloon. It started crashing down to the ground, hitting a large banner that was poised to fall on a kid that was just staring up in fear.
"Come on, move kid," Spider-Man insisted.
When he saw that the kid wasn't moving, Spider-Man sprung into action. Diving down to the ground before firing a web line and swinging down toward the kid, grabbing him just before the banner crashed down. Spider-Man then landed on the ground, seeing the kid's mother running up and handing the kid back to her.
"Your kid's safe, ma'am," Spider-Man insisted.
"Keep away from him, you freak!" she declared, running off with her son in hand.
"... you're welcome."
Hearing something, he looked back to see the green and purple figure pulling himself free from the tent, still cackling maliciously.
"You again," Spider-Man snarled.
"Me again," the figure replied.
Fortunately, at that moment, several police cars pulled up, allowing the officers to pile out and aim their weapons at them, including Officer Davis.
"Freeze!" he called out. "Both of you, on the ground!"
"Seriously?" Spider-Man let out in disbelief.
"You heard him 'partner'," the figure commented, holding his hands up.
"Partner? Wait a minute, I'm-"
Before Spider-Man could finish protesting his spider-sense was going off, signaling the figure was going to do something.
"On the ground, now!"
Reacting fast, Spider-Man fired his webs at the cops, pulling them to the ground as the costumed creatine fired his electric gloves at the ground, nailing several cop cars and traffic lights as a result. While all of this was going on, Eddie Brock, who was there covering the festival, was snapping pictures of Spider-Man and what appeared to be a green-suited accomplice firing on the police.
Once he knew the police were safe, Spider-Man swung around, trying to punch the green figure, only for him to catch the fist.
"Impressive!" he declared before kicking Spider-Man in the chest.
The impact sent him flying back, colliding with a street lamp and toppling it over as a result. Meanwhile, the glider managed to fly back down to the figure, allowing him to leap onto it. He then stared down Spider-Man, darting toward him as he regained his senses.
"Oh boy…" Spider-Man let out, quickly getting to his feet and beginning to run.
Two mini turrets rose up from the glider, based on the machine gun tech he had stolen from Oscorp, and opened fire on him. Spider-Man did his best to stay ahead of the machine gun fire before firing a web and swinging into the air. The figure followed, lobbing his Pumpkin Bombs at him as Spider-Man swerved mid-air to avoid them.
Back down on the ground, everyone looked up in astonishment of the aerial battle before them, with Fisk coming out of the building and seeing the fight play out. He narrowed his eyes, slowly walking away. Back up in the air, the green figure chucked another bomb at Spider-Man before looking down to see Fisk trying to get away. He disengaged with Spider-Man before diving down toward him, something Spider-Man quickly took notice of. Thinking fast, Spider-Man snagged a web line onto the glider, pulling himself forward so he could land on the glider and wrap his arms around the green figure, causing him to pull up away from Fisk and the crowd.
"Oh, you want a ride?" the figure remarked, shaking Spider-Man off, before grabbing him and pulling him forward so Spider-Man was in front. "How about a front-row seat!"
The two jetted forward toward another building, so Spider-Man would slam face-first into it, shattering glass everywhere. Fisk just looked on, getting into his limo with Hammerhead sitting so across from him.
"Who's the wacko?" Hammerhead wondered.
"I'm not sure," Fisk admitted. "But I intend to find out."
Back in the air, the mysterious figure continued slamming Spider-Man's face into the glass repeatedly. Having had enough, Spider-Man elbowed the figure in the face, and spun around to try and hit him, the figure caught the fist and pulled him in close so he could knee him in the chest before backhanding him off the glider. Spider-Man landed on the roof of a building below as the figure lowered himself down, the glider's weapons trained on him.
"Any last words?" he mused.
"Just five," Spidey quipped. "Here's web in your eyes!"
Spider-Man then fired webbing in the figure's face, blinding and disorienting him. Spidey took that chance to move under the glider, seeing some fragile plating.
"This looks important!" He remarked, punching it and pulling out some wiring.
The glider then sailed out of control, prompting Spider-Man to try and follow.
"We'll meet again, Spider-Man!" the figure declared, lobbing another bomb at Spider-Man.
It landed at his feet, causing a flashbang that disoriented him so he couldn't follow. When the flash finally cleared, Spider-Man looked out to see the mysterious attacker had fled, causing him to narrow his eyes.
"Count on it…"
…
Sometime later, other police officers arrived on the scene to deal with the aftermath, including Captain Stacy.
"Gwen!" he let out.
"Oh Dad," Gwen replied, rushing over and hugging him.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah," she replied, pulling away. "We all made it for cover when it happened."
Captain Stacy nodded before turning to Davis as he was taking statements.
"Davis, what happened here?"
"Some nut on a flying… thing attacked the festival. He and Spider-Man attacked us. Freak even called him his partner."
"That's bull crap!" Flash countered, walking up to them. "Spider-Man fought that thing! He saved us!"
Jefferson just gave him a look, noting his costume. Flash raised an eyebrow before catching on.
"I lost a bet!" Flash insisted.
"Liz!"
Liz, who was wrapped in a shock blanket, looked up to see Harry making his way through the crowd.
"Harry," she responded as he approached. "Where have you been?"
"I… lost track of time. But I heard about what happened. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Just… reeling from everything."
Harry put an arm around her, in the hopes that it would comfort her. From a nearby rooftop, Spider-Man stood perched on the edge, looking down and relieved that no one was hurt by the attack.
It was a breath of fresh air to see none of my friends were hurt, but it was infuriating that I couldn't stop the creep from attacking those people on the balcony. I also noted he had a fixation on Fisk, but that shouldn't have surprised me too much. Fisk seems to attract this kind of weirdo. I didn't have all the answers to who this guy was at the time, but one thing was for certain. Someone had to stop it.
…
Later that night, across town in a dingy apartment, some thugs were trying to pry open a safe that they had stolen.
"I'm just saying if you had let me crack it open back at the place-"
"Then the cops would've cracked you open," a second thug remarked. "Cops or Spider-Man."
"You know what? Screw it," the female thug spoke up, getting off the couch. "Hammerhead's waiting for the Kingpin's cut. Let's just blow it open."
"Eh, blow yourself up," the first one remarked.
Just then, the front door to the apartment was blown open, knocking them back and allowing the green figure to enter, with his glider fully repaired.
"Did someone mention… explosives?" he remarked.
"Get the freak!" the lead thug declared.
The woman quickly leaped off the couch at him, but the figure used his electric glove to blast her back. The second thug ran forward, trying to throw a punch, but the figure grabbed the fist and flipped him backward. The first thug grabbed a crowbar and tried to swing it at the figure. However, the green figure blocked the crowbar with his arm, before a blade shot out from his wrist, much to the thug's surprise as the figure let out a whistle in response.
"Now then…" the figure spoke. "What were you saying?"
"I… I said… g-get the freak anything he wants," the first figure insisted.
"That's better," the figure replied, leaping off his glider and onto the safe. "And what I want is your undying loyalty. Or the dying kind. This 'freak' is flexible."
The figure then pulled out a small pumpkin and placed it on the door of the safe. After a second, the explosive went off, blowing the door open and allowing Goblin to pull out a sack of money.
"Here ya go kiddies," he let out, pulling the cash out of the bag and tossing it in the air for them. "It's on me."
"He's got my vote," the woman remarked.
"Hey," the second thug spoke up. "We work for the Kingpin, remember? We switch loyalties, we might as well tie on the toe tags ourselves."
"I'm good with knots too," the figure reassured. "As for the Kingpin… I say it's time for a regime change, wouldn't you?"
The three exchanged looks, before turning back to the green figure.
"That's what I thought," he replied. "Fisk's days are finished. There's only one who can stop us," the green figure then perked up. "But… imagine if he joined us?"
The green figure then smirked maliciously.
…
The next day, Peter started to make his way out the door of his house when he noticed the latest issue of the Daily Bugle on his porch. He picked it up and opened it up, going wide-eyed at the headline.
"What?!" he cried out.
"Peter, inside voice," May insisted from the kitchen.
"Uh… sorry, Aunt May."
…
At the Daily Bugle, Jameson was reading over the article with Eddie standing in front of his desk. The headline read "Spider-Man and Green Goblin Destroy Halloween".
"It's some of your best work, yet, Brock," Jameson commented, lowering the paper. "You're sure about what you saw?"
"Positive," Eddie replied. "The freak called Spider-Man his partner and a second later, the two are firing on the cops. Though, I don't remember the creep calling himself the Green Goblin."
"You like it?" Jameson asked, tossing the paper onto his desk. "Thought it up myself. All these weirdos gotta have a name now. Which reminds me," he then turned on his intercom. "Miss Brant, where's Hofman? I called him up here 97 seconds ago!"
"It's been thirty seconds, and he's coming in the door right now," Betty replied.
"Yeah, boss?" Hoffman let out, entering the room.
"Ah there you are," Jameson replied, turning to him. "Call the patent office, and copyright the name 'Green Goblin'. I want a quarter every time someone says it."
"How about… Green Meanie?"
Jameson just pointed out the door, prompting Hoffman to leave. As he did, Peter came storming up, brushing past him.
"Peter, wait," Betty tried to stop. "You can't go-"
He ignored her as he stormed right into Jameson's office, getting his and Eddie's attention. "Boss, I want a word!"
"How about scram," Jameson responded. "Or two words, scram kid. Or seventeen; get out of my office in 2.3 seconds or I'll staple you to a flagpole!"
Both Peter and Eddie were stunned by the outburst.
"How did you count so…" Peter began to ask before shaking his head. "Never mind," he grabbed the paper off Jameson's desk and held it up. "I can't believe you're printing flat-out lies!"
"Lies?!" Jameson let out, getting out of his chair and walking over to him. "This newspaper exists to print only one thing! The truth!"
"Like how you thought Spider-Man was selling national secrets to Doctor Doom?"
Jameson froze for a moment. "That… I was given false information," Jameson picked up the paper. "But this is what actually, factually, happened!"
"Yeah, but I was there!"
"Where?" Eddie asked. "I didn't see you."
"I, uh… went to find cover," Peter quickly fibbed. "But that's not the point. The point is, Spider-Man wasn't attacking anyone. He was saving the police from that, 'Green Goblin'. Besides, when that Goblin guy fled, they didn't go together."
"Looked that way to an amateur, but it's standard criminal behavior," Jameson countered. "They met up later to discuss their plans."
"You don't know that. And printing stuff like that, isn't that slanderous?"
"It is not. I resent that," Jameson insisted before a brief pause. "Slander is spoken. In print is libel."
Peter just sighed in defeat before heading out. "You know what, forget it.
"Hey if the webhead's got a problem with it, he can sue me and get rich, like a normal person!" Jameson called back, taking his seat before turning back to Brock. "What are you still doing here? Get out of here!"
Eddie just shrugged, about to head out before Betty rang on his intercom.
"Mr. Jameson, don't forget about the planetarium party tonight."
"Oh, right," Jameson recalled. "Brock, get back in here I need you. You know about high society stuff, right"
"I'm dating a lawyer whose firm represents Kingsley Apparel. Bit of a stretch to being a socialite. Besides, isn't Foswell your society guy?"
"He is, but he got hit with a polo ball last week, so you're all I got. Wilson Fisk is hosting a fancy shindig for a real American hero. Air Force Colonel John Jameson."
Jameson?" Eddie noted. "Any relation?"
"My son. He's part of the big shuttle launch out of JFK next week. The party's in celebration of the whole thing."
"Alright, I'm on it. Just give me the where and when."
"The Planetarium, tomorrow night, eight o'clock. There's the door."
…
Out in the city, Peter once again donned his Spider-Man suit, swinging through the skyline and ranting to himself.
"It's incredible. The Human Torch sets a park on fire getting a kitten down from a tree, and the city throws him a parade. I risk my butt saving the city on a daily basis, and somehow, I'm a menace?! What's it gonna take to get a little respect around here?"
As he continued swinging, he was unaware of the Green Goblin hovering above his line of swinging before flying after him. As Spider-Man fired another web line to swing from, his spider sense started going off. He looked behind him, seeing the Green Goblin cackling as he chucked a pumpkin bomb at him. Spider-Man quickly dropped off his web line before it could go off.
"You again!" Spider-Man let out, firing another web line at the building behind Goblin so he could zip toward him.
As Spider-Man zipped forward, Green Goblin dodged his attack and grabbed his leg, slinging him toward an air conditioning unit, causing him to crater hard as a result. Spider-Man looked up to see Green Goblin pulling out several razor-edged projectiles and tossing them at Spider-Man. The Web Head quickly dodged the attack, causing the razors to embed themselves in the unit. Spider-Man rolled on the ground before turning back to Green Goblin, firing several web attacks at the Green Goblin, who easily flew through the air, dodging every one of them.
"Is this really the best you can do?" Goblin mused. "I was expecting more of a fight!"
He then fired his electric gloves at him, prompting Spider-Man to backflip out of the way before reaching the edge of the roof. Spider-Man looked down before turning back to the Goblin. The Goblin flew toward him, throwing more razors at Spider-Man and prompting him to leap off the side of the building. He fired a web at the side of the building, allowing it to stretch out as he fell before he snapped back upward, heading right toward the Goblin. He uppercut the Goblin, causing him to spin out as Spider-Man continued upward. Spider-Man then fired a web at the underside of the glider, pulling himself down toward the glider and clinging to it as Goblin tried to stabilize himself.
"How's this for a fight?" Spider-Man remarked. "Now you and I have a few things to discuss."
"Oh you can bet on that first," Goblin remarked, kneeling to him. "But first," a spray of gas suddenly hit Spider-Man in the face. "Sleep."
The second the gas hit him, Spider-Man started to feel weak and drowsy. After a few moments, his grip gave out, causing him to fall. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the Green Goblin, sporting his signature devilish grin as he darted right toward him.
