It was a silent evening in New York as Spider-Man swung

I know what you're thinking. It's the middle of the night. Don't superheroes ever sleep? Sure, but not when there's work to be done. Even though I stopped Dr. Octavius, Harry was still missing. The police said he wasn't in the warehouse when it went down, so he's still out there somewhere. My only lead was the Green Goblin fleeing the scene after everything went down. He had to have known something about what happened. It was just a matter of finding him.

In a back alleyway, a group of thugs were moving several crates of stolen goods onto a truck. As a pair of goons moved one crate, a web shot out and snatched it into the air. The crate was pulled into the air, causing the thugs to look up and see Spider-Man falling toward them. He kicked the crate into two of the thugs, knocking them to the ground and causing the crate to shatter. He landed on the ground as one of the thugs ran up to him with a crowbar. Spider-Man quickly leaped over the swing, landing behind the thug and kicking him in the back, causing him to collide with a wall and fall to the ground out cold. One of the thugs was about to reach for his gun, but Spider-Man just webbed his hand to his pants pocket before firing another web, allowing him to pull the thug in close.

"I'm looking for the Green Goblin," Spider-Man demanded. "Where is he?"

"I… I don't know!" the thug replied.

"Someone has to know where he is!" Spider-Man demanded.

"I swear! I don't know anything!"

Just then, sirens started blaring from the distance. Deciding he had enough, Spider-Man tossed the thug aside before swinging off into the night.

Going after random thugs wasn't much of a plan to find Harry, but it was all I could think to do. For the time being though, I decided to call it for the night. I knew I was no good to Harry sleep-deprived.

A few moments later, Peter managed to don his civilian clothes and return to his house. With his web shooters discreetly placed into his pocket, he opened the backdoor and slipped inside.

"Hey, Aunt May," he greeted, seeing her stumble back from the stove.

Instinctively, he rushed forward, managing to grab her before she fell.

"Aunt May, are you alright?" Peter asked, helping her sit down.

"Oh Peter…" she let out, feeling a little woozy. "I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean to frighten you. It was just the heat from the stove. It… overwhelmed me."

Peter looked up, seeing several piping hot trays of food all around the kitchen.

"May, have… you been cooking all day?" Peter asked, turning off the stove while whispering to himself. "There's enough food here to feed the Rhino."

"I've been trying out different recipes. I… guess I got a little carried away."

Peter chuckled. "Yeah, a little," Peter's face dropped a little. "At least one of us got something done."

May noted the concern in his voice. "Still no sign of Harry?

"No… I know the police are still looking for him but…" Peter sighed before sitting down across from May. "He was going through a hard time before, and I didn't do a thing to help. Maybe if I reached out sooner…"

"Peter," May let out, taking his hand. "You expect too much of yourself. You can't be everywhere at once."

"I know, I just… wish I could do more…"

"I understand that, Peter. But sometimes, you gotta swallow that Parker pride and admit you're human like everyone else. The best thing you can do is be there for Harry when he gets found."

Peter took a moment to mull over May's words, finally relenting at them.

"I guess you're right."

"Good. Now, do you think you can stop by the FEAST Shelter tomorrow to drop off some of these extra dishes? They're always looking for donations."

Peter smiled. "Sure thing."

The next day, Hammerhead was in his limo, riding downtown and pondering to himself. As his driver continued their trek, she happened to glance in her rearview mirror and see the Green Goblin flying down toward them. Before she could do anything, the Goblin chucked a razor at the front wheel of the limo, blowing it out. This caused the limo to skid out before hitting a street curb, causing it to flip around and land on its roof. The chauffeur managed to pull herself out, looking up to see Green Goblin flying toward her. She pulled out her gun and opened fire on the Goblin, prompting him to dodge and weave between the shots. He quickly pulled out a pumpkin bomb and lobbed it at her. The chauffeur tried to run for cover, but she got caught in the blast, knocking her into a wall. This knocked her out cold, allowing Green Goblin to fly in close. Just then, the door to the limo quickly flew open, hitting the glider and knocking Goblin off of it. Goblin tumbled to the ground before coming to a stop. He picked himself up as Hammerhead pulled himself out, prompting Goblin to chuckle in response.

"Keep laughing Kermit," Hammerhead taunted, pounding his fist into his hand. "I hear green's the new black and blue."

He quickly charged forward with his head aimed right at Goblin. Goblin quickly leaped out of the way, causing Hammerhead to crash into a wall. He pulled himself out, seeing Goblin standing behind him.

"I beg to differ on that," Goblin remarked. "I find this costume provides certain… advantages."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"For one, a means of striking unprovoked terror into the hearts of my enemies," Goblin answered, subtly pressing a button on his wrist, signaling his glider.

As Hammerhead cracked his knuckles, ready to move for another attack, the glider flew in close, firing a pumpkin bomb at the ground in front of him. Instead of exploding, however, it released a green gas cloud upon activation, overwhelming Hammerhead as he coughed for air, even falling to his knees.

"And for another, a built-in gas mask," Goblin added, cackling to himself as Hammerhead fell unconscious.

Sometime later, Hammerhead started waking up, only to find himself chained to a chair in what looked to be some kind of refinery. He looked around, trying to find any sign of the Green Goblin.

"Goblin…" he let out. "I know you're out there."

"Out there," Goblin called out. "In here. Everywhere!"

Finally, Goblin sprung out of the shadows on his glider, startling Hammerhead. Goblin laughed at the reaction.

"Told you it scares people. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you."

"Then why take me?" Hammerhead demanded."

"Because the winds are changing. Soon, this will be my town. And I could use a good right-hand flunkie," Goblin leaned in close. "Interested?"

Hammerhead said nothing for a moment, then head-butted Goblin, knocking him through the air before his glider stabilized.

"A simple no would have sufficed!" Goblin replied.

"You got it wrong, freak! I ain't afraid of you. You know why? Cause you can't be afraid of what you don't respect. And I've only ever respected one man enough to fear."

"The Kingpin. AKA, Wilson Fisk. I've already peaked under his mask."

"Fisk is the mask! He is the Kingpin. Cause anyone who's ever crossed him… let's just say they don't walk away."

"Impressive," Goblin remarked, activating the blade on his glider and aiming it at Hammerhead's neck. "With working conditions like that, a man like you must surely have… life insurance."

The next day, Peter took the subway down to Chinatown, carrying a few containers of food in his hands. As he got off, his cell phone started ringing, prompting him to answer.

"Hello?"

"Peter, it's Gwen."

"Gwen, hey. Your dad have any word on Harry?"

"No. he says the police are still searching, but… they're coming up empty."

"Damn… I've been out looking myself, but… nothing."

"Well, there's a search party being set up for looking for him tonight. My dad and a few members of the Football team will be there to look. Think you can make it?"

"Of course," Peter replied. "Where are you meeting at?"

"The docks. Around six."

"See you then," Peter replied, hanging up as he arrived at the FEAST shelter.

FEAST, or Food Emergency Aid Shelter and Training, is the premiere outreach program in New York. it's been a beacon of aid and support to countless people and families without a home, struggling to get by. May had volunteered here a few times in the past, even donated a few of Uncle Ben's things after… you know. So she was pretty well known around the place.

"Excuse me," Peter spoke up as he reached the front desk. "I have some food donations I'd like to drop off."

"Just take it back to the kitchen," the lady at the front told him. "Mr. Li will be happy to take them."

Peter nodded before heading through the main area, seeing several beds and tables set up with people occupying all of them. As he made his way through, he passed by an older man and woman playing chess.

"Hey guys," he greeted. "How's it going?"

"How do ya think it's going?" the man replied. "I'm winning."

"Get this guy checked for dementia kid," the woman retorted. "I'm crushing him!"

"Uh… the important thing is you're having fun," Peter replied before heading to the kitchen.

Back there, Peter spotted a middle-aged Asian-American man in a suit carrying some supplies. Peter instantly recognized him as Martin Li, the founder and operator of FEAST.

"Hey Mr. Li," Peter greeted, getting his attention.

"Peter," Li greeted. "Been some time since I've seen you here."

"Yeah, I've been… busy. Uh, I have some food donations for you."

He set the food containers on the table, which Li smiled at.

"Well, tell May the donations are very much appreciated. A few of the patrons miss seeing her around."

"I'll be sure to let her know," Peter replied, about to leave.

"Peter," Li spoke up again, getting Peter's attention. "How are you… holding up?"

"Uh, we're… getting by. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I know it's been a hard time for you two. And since May's been down here so much anyway… I was wondering if she'd be interested in a job."

Peter perked up at that. "Wait, really?"

"Of course. Have her call me and we can work on setting something up."

"Yeah, definitely," Peter replied heading off. "And thanks!"

Meanwhile, at Fisk Tower, Wilson rode the elevator up to the top floor, getting out and making his way to his office. As he opened the doors though, he was surprised to find the Green Goblin sitting at his desk.

"Oh, do come in," Goblin greeted. "Make yourself at home. I know I have."

Goblin chuckled as Fisk approached.

"I see you are a man attracted to the trappings of power," Fisk noted.

"Oh, not just the trappings. But the prestige and influence as well. In this world, power is everything. Have the right hold of it, and respect, wealth, influence… it can all be yours. We both recognize this."

"Except that I have it. And you never will."

"I think our mutual friend would disagree," Goblin remarked, tossing a picture onto the desk.

Fisk took it, seeing it was of Hammerhead tied to a chair.

"Hammerhead can take care of himself."

"And you as well," Goblin retorted, getting Fisk's attention. "Turns out, he has a flash drive chocked full of enough incriminating evidence to put dear Mr. Fisk behind bars for a very long time. Not to worry though, I took the liberty of… safeguarding it for you."

"Then give it to me," Fisk demanded, preparing to make a move.

"Uh, uh uh," Goblin let out, leaping over the desk and near a window. "I don't have it on me. But I'll have it tonight."

"When tonight?!" Fisk demanded. "Where?!"

"Believe me," Goblin replied as his glider came into view of the window. "You'll know."

The glider then crashed through the window, causing Fisk to cover his face as Goblin leaped onto it.

"I know this is most likely a trap!" Fisk called out.

"And yet, you can't take the chance!" Goblin threw back. "That's what makes it fun!" he then started to fly off. "Tonight! And come alone!"

Goblin then flew out the window, leaving Fisk to consider his options.

On the roof of the FEAST shelter, Peter started stuffing his clothes into his book bag while speaking with Aunt May over the phone.

"Yeah, he said he might have a job for you," Peter spoke.

"Oh, that's wonderful. Well, I'll be sure to call him as soon as possible."

"Well, it'll certainly help with the Parker money problem. Of course, I'm still gonna give my half."

"Peter, you don't have to do that."

"I know… I want to. Anyway, I might be back late. There's a search party for Harry tonight and I want to help."

"Alright. Just call when you're heading home."

"Alright," Peter replied, slipping his mask on. "Love you May."

"Love you too, Peter."

After hanging up, Peter placed the phone in his bag and slung the strap over his shoulder before firing a web line and swinging off.

"Well, that's one issue taken care of. Now back to the Goblin hunt," Spider-Man mused as he swung through the skies. "Where are you."

Spider-Man continued to swing through the city, unaware of the Green Goblin tailing him from behind.

"The itsy bitsy spider went up the waterspout," Goblin sang to himself. "Down came the goblin that took the spider out."

He then launched a pumpkin bomb at Spider-Man. The action caused Spider-Man's spider-sense to go off, prompting him to turn and see the bomb heading right at him. Reacting fast, Spider-Man spun around and kicked the bomb into the air, causing it to go off high above him. He didn't have long after that however as the Goblin flew in close and uppercutted him across the face. As Spider-Man fell through the air, he fired another web to catch himself, but Goblin just blasted him in the chest, causing him to collide with a window. Spider-Man shook his head before looking up to Goblin flying right at that. Spider-Man reacted quickly, flipping himself upward just as Goblin approached, causing him to crash into the window.

"Been looking for you Goblin," Spider-Man remarked. "We got things to talk about."

"Is that right?" Goblin remarked, pulling out several razors.

He lobbed them at Spider-Man, forcing himself to flip out of the way before springing off the roof, firing a web, and swinging away. Goblin quickly followed after, lobing bomb after bomb.

"What did you do with Harry Osborn?!" Spider-Man demanded.

"What makes you think I have the kid?" Goblin questioned, throwing another bomb.

Spider-Man quickly fired a second web line to pull him away from the path of the bomb before leaping forward and plowing into Goblin himself, disorienting their flight path.

"You're the one wanting to hurt Fisk through Osborn. Now tell me where and why!"

"I figured you'd be more receptive to the idea," Goblin remarked as the two traded blows back and forth. "We both want Fisk out of the picture."

"For totally different reasons!" Spider-Man remarked, leaping behind Goblin and trying to elbow him.

"Minor details," Goblin replied, grabbing Spider-Man's arm and throwing him forward.

Spider-Man quickly grabbed hold of the glider, clinging to it as they flew through the air.

"And speaking of details," Goblin continued, moving the glider along the side of a building, threatening to smash him. "I have a flash drive with enough evidence to take the Kingpin down for good."

Spider quickly fired a web and pulled on it so the wing of the glider would hit the side of the building, causing it to spin out before stabilizing itself.

"Great," Spidey replied. "Fork it over, and I'll bring you both in."

"I don't have it on me, unfortunately. But I will have it tonight."

"When tonight? Where?"

"Anyone else getting deja vu?" Goblin mused to himself. "Oh well, let's go with it. Believe me, you'll know."

With that, Goblin flew right into the path of an AC unit. The impact managed to knock Spider-Man off. Spider-Man groaned in pain as he watched Goblin fly off into the night. He picked himself up, reached into his bag, and pulled out the GPS tracker.

"Laugh while you can gobby," Spidey remarked. "You won't get far."

Sometime later, Spider-Man continued following the Goblin's GPS signal through the city. After a while though, the signal cut out.

"No!" he let out. "So… either the battery died, or Goblin found the tracer and destroyed it.

He leaped out at the edge of the building, looking around for anything nearby.

"Well, there's nothing around here that Gobby would call home. Once again, out of-"

He suddenly looked up, seeing Goblin flying through the air right toward a certain building. Spider-Man's eyes went wide when he realized it was Osborn's Penthouse.

"Luck?"

As soon as Goblin disappeared near the building, Spider-Man swung over and landed on the roof. He climbed down toward the balcony door and made his way inside along the wall.

It was a long shot, I admit. There was no guarantee that Goblin even went in there. Still, he'd have been far from the first flying wacko to target Harry's dad.

Before Spider-Man could question things further, a suit of armor near the wall opened up, allowing Norman Osborn to step out, much to Spider-Man's surprise.

"Whoa," he whispered. "Been coming here for years. Never saw that door before."

As soon as Norman went into the next room, Spider-Man started to climb down. As he looked around, he came across a familiar mask on the wall, freaking him out.

"Whoa," he let out, leaping to the ground.

He looked back up at it, seeing it was almost identical to the designs on the Green Goblin''s pumpkin bombs.

"Hey, that almost looks like…." Spider-Man paused, thinking to himself. "... nah. I mean, so the guy likes masks. But that doesn't mean that he's…" he shook his head. "B-besides, the Goblin keeps stealing Oscorp tech. The only way that makes sense is if those thefts…" something immediately clicked into place. "Were staged… throw off suspicion."

He looked back at the room Norman went into before leaping onto the wall and climbing away.

My mind was racing. Norman was never my favorite person, but would he really kidnap his own son to keep up a charade? The only way I would know for certain is to be at that exchange. Which would mean abandoning the search party. Fantastic.

Sometime later at the docks where Doctor Octopus' lair once stood, Gwen, Liz, Flash, Rand, Kenny, Hobie, and Captain Stacy all convened outside the school, getting ready to head out for the search.

"Alright everyone," Captain Stacy addressed. "We'll get started in a few minutes. Make sure you're ready by then."

There were a lot of confirmations ringing out amidst the crowd. Gwen made her way over to Liz, who was waiting for the search to start. As everyone discussed amongst themselves, Peter landed on the ground in an alleyway, seeing everyone gathering up.

"I can at least stick around for a little bit before meeting Goblin's deadline," Peter reasoned. "At least this way, I won't be a total flake."

Peter took a breath before stepping out of the alley to meet up with the others.

"Uh… hey," Peter greeted, getting the attention of Gwen and Liz.

"Peter, hey," Gwen replied.

"Thanks for coming," Liz responded.

"Of course," Peter replied. "I, uh… can't stay too long. I have a, uh…thing at home later. I just thought I'd help as much as I can."

"Any help you can give is enough," Liz replied, smiling a little. "Thanks."

Peter smiled a little in response.

"Uh, so," he finally spoke. "Shall we?"

"Room for one more?"

The three turned to see Mary Jane walking over to them, much to their surprise.

"MJ?" Peter let out in surprise.

"Hope you don't mind me just showing up. I didn't really know Harry that well, but… I wanna help."

"Uh… yeah, sure. The more the merrier."

"Everyone!" Captain Stacy called out, getting the group's attention. "Let's get started."

Peter, MJ, Gwen, and Liz all looked at each other before nodding and heading out.

At Oscorp, a security guard was at his station, reading a newspaper. He glanced upward, straightening up at the sight of Norman Osborn walking in.

"Uh, sir," the guard let out, putting his paper aside. "I, uh… didn't expect to see you tonight. And coming in through the front door, no less."

"You wanna rule the world, you don't punch time clocks," Norman retorted, casually making his way inside.

Once in his office, Norman got to work pulling up some specific files on his computer. After a few moments, an explosion suddenly went off in another part of the building. Curious, he went off to investigate what was causing it. As he went out into the hallway, he saw one of the lab techs running toward him.

"What's going on?!" Norman demanded.

"An intruder!" the tech replied. "He… he took it!"

"What?"

"The inhibitor prototype!"

"Freeze, dirtbag!" a security guard cried out to the perp down the hall.

Just then, a series of familiar razors flew out. One of them knocked the gun out of his hand while two more pinned him to the wall by the shoulders of his coat. Before anyone could make a move, a familiar cackling filled the air, as the thief rounded the corner to come face-to-face with Norman Osborn and the lab tech. Norman was shocked to see that the thief was none other than… the Green Goblin. Goblin couldn't help but cackle wildly as he flew upward, crashing through the skylight, sailing off into the night with his ill-gotten goods.

Back at the search party, Peter, MJ, Gwen, and Lis stayed as one group as they made their way down the street, keeping an eye out for any sign of Harry. As they searched, Peter and Liz ended up walking next to each other, Peter was nervous to say anything after all that had happened between them. As he looked over at her though, he could tell she was worried for Harry.

"Hey," he spoke, getting her attention. "We're gonna find him."

"I hope so…" Liz replied. "Do you think… he's hiding on purpose?"

Peter perked up at that. "You… really think he'd go that far?"

"Well… he's already become addicted to that green stuff. What if… what if his fixation on the stuff pushes him over the edge? Makes him-"

Peter cut her off by placing a hand on her shoulder.

"It's not gonna come to that," Peter reassured. "Cause we're gonna find him. And be there for him every step of the way. No matter what."

Liz paused for a moment, then smiled a little.

"Thanks, Peter. Even if things… didn't work out for us… just having you here means a lot."

Peter smiled back. "Of course, Liz."

As the two talked, Gwen looked on with unease on her face. It was something MJ took notice of.

"Nice to see those two are patching things up," MJ noted.

"Yeah…" Gwen replied. "Let's not focus on that right now."

"Right. Gotta find your friend."

"Right… can I ask you something?"

"Why'd I come out here?" MJ surmised, getting a nod from Gwen. "I don't know… seemed like a waste to be sitting at home or going out while everyone else was out here trying to do some good. Felt like… being a part of it, you know?"

"Yeah, I can understand that," Gwen relented.

"Hey, I'm not just a simple party girl," MJ retorted.

"I know that. I just-"

All of a sudden, an explosion and a strange laugh filled the air. Everyone looked up to see several fireworks going off, forming pumpkins and letting loose the pumpkin bomb signature laugh. While the others looked up in confusion at this, Peter knew exactly what it meant.

"Goblin…"

"What is it?" MJ wondered. "Leftover from Halloween?"

"No idea," Gwen admitted. "Peter, what do you-" Just as she turned to face Peter, he was already gone. "Peter?"

Minutes later, Peter, now dressed as Spider-Man, followed the fireworks to an abandoned refinery. Once there, he noticed a helicopter touchdown, allowing Kingpin to climb out.

"So," Spidey let out, lowering himself on a webline to his level. "Gobby offered you the secret toy surprise too. Trap?"

"Trap," Firk concurred, heading inside.

"Yeah, figured," Spidey lamented before swinging to the building. "Race ya inside!"

Spider-Man found an open window and climbed inside, landing on the ground as Fisk forced a door open.

"Ugh, so much drama," Spidey lamented.

The two looked out, spotting Hammerhead, tied to a crane hook and being dangled over a vat of molten steel.

"This is so embarrassing," Hammerhead lamented.

"And disappointing," Fisk remarked, heading to the edge of the platform he was on. "I honestly don't know what I find more insulting. That you felt you needed a drive to protect you, or that you thought a drive could protect you."

"Aw, come on, boss. You couldn't have bought that crap, did ya? There is no drive! No evidence! There never was!"

"Are you saying the Green Goblin lied?" Spidey asked sarcastically. "Who could've seen that coming."

"And yet, here we all are," the Goblin's voice proclaimed.

Just then, a series of bombs flew out across the room. Some of them hitting the platform Spider-Man and Fisk were on while another severed the chain that was holding up another vat of molten metal, causing it to pour out onto the ground.

"Makes me wonder if that says more about my intelligence, or yours," Goblin mused, lowering himself down into view.

Before the molten metal could touch them, Spider-Man grabbed Fisk with a webline and flung him onto a nearby catwalk. Spider-Man landed on a nearby pipe as he saw Green Goblin fly toward Fisk.

"Welcome to the show, Wilson," Goblin remarked, pulling out some bombs. "I promise it'll be a blast!"

Goblin then chucked the bombs at Fisk as he took off in the opposite direction. He then pulled out some razors and lobbed them at Fisk, some of them even nailing him in the back as he flew past. As Goblin turned around for another strafing run, Spider-Man quickly swung in and kicked Goblin in the chest, disorienting him as Spider-Man landed on the railing.

"You know, it's crazy stuff like this that makes me glad I turned your offer down," Spider-Man remarked.

"A mistake I assure you'll regret," Goblin replied, flying at him. "No one says no to me!"

"Yeah, clearly," Spider-Man remarked, swinging away as the Goblin fired electric blasts at him. "Anyone who goes out in public like that clearly wasn't told 'no' enough."

As Spider-Man continued swinging, he was hit in the back with one of the electric blasts. He crashed onto a nearby pipe as Goblin moved in close, something that was noted by Fisk. Looking around, he noticed a nearby piece of pipe and picked it up. Just as Goblin was about to reach him with his wrist blade, Fisk lobbed the pipe at Goblin's glider, causing it to fly off course. Spider-Man noted this and turned to Fisk in surprise.

"Uh… thanks?" he let out in disbelief.

"Take down the Goblin," Fisk replied, pulling the razors out of his back. "Or at least unmask him, and then we'll call it even."

"Even? Who do you think saved your oversized butt from the molten steel back there?"

His spider-sense quickly warmed him of the Goblin making another move. He quickly leaped forward, and swung to avoid a pumpkin bomb blast. Goblin pursued Spider-Man through the massive chains hanging above.

"Run, run, run, as fast as you can!" Goblin called out, tossing several razors through the air. "I'll soon catch you, my dear Spider-Man!"

Spider-Man did his best to dodge and weave between the cutting-edge projectiles, unaware they were cutting through the chains in front of him. Getting a warning from his spider sense, Spidey looked ahead and saw the oncoming chains heading his way. He did his best to avoid them, only to get hit by one and knocked to the molten steel below. Goblin just cackled as Spider-Man felt toward the magma below, only to save himself by firing two weblines that launched him back up.

Meanwhile, Fisk had made his way into a control room, locating a set of controls. Fisk worked them to maneuver the crane holding Hammerhead toward a nearby platform. Once he was over a secure floor, Fisk went out to free him from his confinement. Just as he reached him though, Goblin flew toward him with a pumpkin bomb in hand. He armed it and was about to fire when seemingly out of nowhere, Spider-Man swung in and kicked him in the face, knocking him off his glider and causing him to drop the bomb. Spider-Man fired another web and used it to pull him in close so he could sock him across the face as the two landed on a pipe hard, denting it.

While that was going on, Fisk used his massive strength to break the chain holding Hammerhead, causing him to land on the ground safely. The two then looked back at Spider-Man and Green Goblin duking it out.

"You wanna stay and finish em?" Hammerhead asked.

"No," Fisk decided. "If we are lucky, they will end up destroying each other. For now, let's get out of here."

Hammerhead nodded as the two made their way for the exit. Something Spider-Man noted as he finished webbing up Goblin.

"Next time you throw a bash, Gobby, you should leave snacks," Spider-Man remarked as Goblin struggled to break free. "Your guests will stay longer."

"Perhaps," Goblin remarked, managing to pull out one of his razors and use it to cut free of the web. "But I still have plenty of party favors."

He then threw the razor at the ceiling above, causing Spider-Man to look up and see a panel open up, allowing countless pumpkin bombs to rain down on top of him into the molten metal below.

"Oh boy…" Spidey let out before trying to swing away.

Outside the building, Fisk and Hammerhead got into the chopper and began flying away, seeing several explosions ring out inside the building as they retreated.

Back with the search party, the group reconvened to share what they had found.

"Nothing," Rand lamented. "No sign of Osborn."

"Same here," Gwen replied. "What do we do now?"

"It's getting pretty late," Captain Stacy noted. "Let's call it a night, and get a fresh start in the morning."

The group began to disperse as Gwen went over to Liz.

"Liz…?" Gwen let out, curious about her mental state.

"... we're gonna find him," Liz declared. "No matter how long we have to search."

"I know. I was just thinking… maybe… maybe we should tell my dad. You know, about-"

"No!" Liz cut off, surprising Gwen. "We can't. If people find out about…" she pauses for a moment. "I. I just can't do that to him. Please."

Gwen thought for a moment, thinking over Liz's request.

"Alright," she relented. "But if we don't find anything soon…"

"We will. I know I know it."

Liz then went off, leaving Gwen to feel more than a little concerned.

Back at the refinery, Spider-Man swung for his life to escape the oncoming explosions. Finally, he made it outside just as the last one went off. He slung a web onto a nearby smoke stack and swung around it, only to get run into by the Green Goblin.

"Congratulations, Spider-Man!" he declared, grabbing him by the throat. "With Fisk having fled, killing you has just made the top of my to-do list!"

He then smacked Spider-Man across the face, sending him flying toward a nearby tower. He impacted hard before springing off and landing on a catwalk below.

"Go ahead and try," Spider-Man shot back, firing a web at him that snagged his glider. "I know your secret now. I know who's behind that mask."

"We all wear masks, Spider-Man. It's just a matter of knowing which one is real," he then pulled out several razors and tossed them, cutting the web. "The one that hides your face, or the one that is your face."

Spider-Man backflipped away from the razors, with one managing to slice across his chest, tearing his costume.

"I know you're Norman Osborn!" Spider-Man declared.

Goblin just cackled as a gun lowered from his glider. "He wishes!"

The gun fired, releasing some green good substances that Spider-Man leaped to avoid. Spider-Man kept swinging through the plant, trying to stay ahead of the Goblin's shots. Eventually, Goblin lobbed a pumpkin bomb at a set of steel piping above where Spider-Man was swinging, causing it to fall toward him. Thinking fast, Spider-Man swung upward, leaping between the piping as he tried to avoid the falling debris. As one pipe fell toward him, he fired a web through it before pulling on it hard. He sailed through the pipe and made it out the other side, only for Goblin to nail him with the green substance, trapping him in it. He then pulled out a steel cable and threw it around Spider-Man allowing him to pull Spider-Man through the air.

"Like my new toy?" Goblin asked the flailing Spider-Man. "I call them my 'Gob-Webs'. Not as flashy as yours, but I'm betting just as durable!"

Goblin then flew down to the ground, causing Spidey to slam against the ground and sides of other machinery repeatedly.

"Still there?" Goblin asked. "Darn. Time for drastic measures!"

Goblin then flew upward, much to Spider-Man's horror.

"Oh god!" he let out.

Finally, once Goblin got high enough, he yanked Spider-Man into the air before letting go of the cable.

"Happy landings, Spider-Man!"

Spider-Man looked down toward the ground, frantically searching for a way out of this. Finally, an idea came.

"Here goes nothing!" he declared, spinning backward as he fired his web shooters.

The constant spinning caused him to be encased in a massive ball of webbing. The ball collided with several surfaces as it bounced down to a nearby roof, where it finally broke open, freeing Spider-Man from it and the Gob-Web as well as he tumbled to the ground, groaning in pain.

"That… hurt… but at least.. I'm alive…"

He then looked up and saw Goblin flying right at him, another pumpkin bomb in hand. Thinking fast, Spider-Man grabbed some of the destroyed webbing and used it to slingshot the pumpkin bomb right back at Goblin. It went off right in his face, causing him to crash to the ground. Spider-Man quickly backflipped out of the way as the flaming debris rained down. As he landed on the side of a building, he saw Goblin picking himself up, but grabbing his leg in pain. Staggering to get up, he limped to his gilder as Spider-Man prepared to web him up, only to find his web shooters were empty.

"Oh yeah," Spidey realized. "Kinda used it all up."

Instead, he leaped to the ground and ran toward Goblin. Unfortunately, Goblin got his glider working and began flying away, leaving Spider-Man to narrow his eyes in contempt.

"Run all you want Goblin," Spider-Man let out. "But I know who you are now… and I know where you live."

After refilling his web shooters, Spider-Man made a beeline toward the Osborn Penthouse.

Knew if I hurried, I could catch Osborn in the act. That bum leg should have slowed him down enough. I knew the first thing I would do is make him tell me where Harry was… but I was not prepared for where I would find him.

Finally reaching the penthouse, Spider-Man swung through the balcony doors, landing in the living room and seeing the Green Goblin on the couch, pulling at his mask.

"I knew it!" Spider-Man let out. "Games over, Osborn!"

Spider-Man fired a web at the mask and yanked it off, allowing the one under it to breathe. However, the sight of the face under the mask shocked Spider-Man to his very core. For it wasn't Norman Osborn dressed as the Green Goblin… but Harry.

"You…" Spider-Man let out in astonishment. "You're the Green Goblin?!"

"What?!" Harry let out, looking down at the suit he was wearing. "N-No! How did I-"

As he tried to stand up, he dropped to the ground, in pain, instinctively grabbing his leg.

"What's going on in here?!" Norman's declared as he entered the room, shocked to see the two of them. "Harry?! Spider-Man?!"

"You…" Spider-Man realized. "You're… you're not limping."

"Why would I be limping?" Norman questioned as he went over to his son. "Harry, what happened to you? Why are you dressed like that?"

"I don't know!" Harry insisted. "I… I just woke up like this. I… I don't remember-"

As he was trying to explain, Norman noticed an empty vial on the ground and proceeded to pick it up.

"Where did this come from?" he questioned.

"You've seen it before?" Spider-Man questioned, knowing it contained the green stuff Harry had been taking.

"Globulin Green," Norman explained. "It's an early-stage Oscorp performance enhancer. It's also highly unstable and addictive!" he turned to Harry. "You stole this from Oscorp, didn't you?!"

"Dad, I-"

"This stuff was experimental!" Norman continued, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him up. "This was intended for human improvement! Medical advancements! And you destroyed it all! Why would you do something so dangerous?! So stupid?!"

Having had enough of Norman's words, Harry grabbed him by the throat and picked him up, much to Spider-Man's surprise.

"For you!" Harry declared tossing Norman aside.

He crashed through one of his paintings before hitting the wall, Spider-Man's web catching him so he could land safely. Harry snatched the vial out of the air as he turned to Norman.

"You're the one who told me to man up!" he yelled, limping toward him. "So I took the green to become the son you always wanted me to be. To become a man… just like you."

Just then, a wave of fatigue came over Harry, causing him to fall backward. Spider-Man quickly rushed forward to catch him.

"Easy," he insisted, helping him over to the couch.

"Must've… blacked out again," Harry reasoned as Spider-Man set him down. "But… the Goblin… he killed people. I can't be…"

He looked down at the mask on the ground, still smiling as if it were mocking him. Overcome with rage, he chucked the vial against the wall, shattering it.

"I never should've taken it!" he let out in a rage. "Now, I've ruined everything…" tears started building in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Norman sat down next to Harry, placing a comforting hand on his son's shoulder as Spider-Man looked on.

"Yes Captain Stacy," Norman explained over the phone sometime later. "When I arrived home, Harry was here. He's resting now, but we can work out a time to talk about his ordeal tomorrow."

"Sounds good," Captain Stacy replied. "And Norman… I'm glad your son's alright."

"Thank you, Captain," Norman replied before hanging up.

"Now that you have a moment," Spider-Man let out, causing Norman to turn and see him clinging to the side of the wall. "We need to talk."

"I assumed as much," Norman reasoned, putting his phone away. "You thought I was the Goblin, didn't you? That's why you were confused as to why I wasn't limping."

"It was a theory," Spider-Man admitted. "But there's one thing I need clearing up on. If Ha-... if your kid's the Goblin, then why go after the Kingpin? Goblin said hurting you would hurt him. What did he mean by that?"

"I've had… dealings with the Kingpin. A means to an end sort of thing, I assure you. However, when I tried to extricate myself, I was threatened by his stooge."

"Hammerhead. We've met. How does the kid figure in?"

"Harry walked in on one of our meetings and must've overheard. I couldn't say for certain, but during his Green-induced blackouts, Harry's subconscious created a persona that could take the Kingpin down."

"And those people in that balcony?"

"The members of my board. They were looking to remove me from my position. Harry must've heard that as well. As for why he attacked Oscorp…"

"I think I got a good idea about that already," Spider-Man replied, dropping to the ground. "Now it's just a matter of what to do next."

"I won't let Harry suffer for this," Norman insisted, grabbing Spider-Man's shoulders. "I can't I-... I'll say I was the Goblin! After all, I developed the Green. I'm the obvious suspect."

"No," Spidey shot down, backing away. "He needs you. You can't help him locked up for a crime you didn't commit."

"Didn't I?" Norman countered, looking out to the city. "This is all my fault. I drove Harry to this point. And now…" he turned back to Spider-Man. "I will get him help… if you let me."

Spider-Man cocked an eyebrow under his mask. "Me?"

"The Kingpin has eyes and ears everywhere. The second he learns of Harry being the Goblin… he'd never survive the night. Please… he's my son."

Part of me knew turning Harry in was the right thing to do… but I knew he was right. Kingpin's reach was vast. If he could pull the Hardys apart, the thought of what he could do to Harry was unbearable. More than all of that, however… I couldn't lose another friend.

"... the Goblin disappears. Forever," Spider-Man then turned to leave. "Leaving a mystery that never gets solved."

Norman breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

With that, Spider-Man swung off into the night.

The next day, Peter walked into the courtyard of Midtown High, so wrapped up in his thoughts that he missed a familiar face.

"Hey, Tiger."

"Oh, hey MJ," Peter replied before doing a double take. "MJ?!"

He looked up to see MJ sitting on the school fountain reading a book.

"What are you doing here?"

"I go to school here now," MJ explained as Peter took a seat next to her. "Midtown's theater magnet accepted me. I wanted to tell you last night, but you disappeared. Again."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Peter apologized. "My Aunt got a new job and I wanted to help her get ready for it."

"Hey, that's great. Happy for you."

"Thanks."

Peter then looked up and saw Gwen and Liz talking amongst themselves.

"Uh, one moment," Peter requested before heading off.

He made his way over to the two of them, surprised to see such dower faces on both of them.

"Uh, hey," he greeted, only to get blank looks from the two of them. "I, uh… heard they found Harry."

"Yeah," Liz confirmed. "They uh… they said he escaped from Doc Ock and… was recaptured by that Green Goblin thing."

"He managed to escape though and make it home," Gwen finished.

"Then… what's wrong?" Peter wondered, noting their tone and faces.

Gwen finally sighed before speaking again. "Given everything that's happened… Harry's dad decided he should… take a leave of absence from school. He's going to travel abroad for a while so he can deal with everything. And," she leaned in so she could whisper for this last part. "Get the help he needs."

"And that… makes it a happy ending," Peter surmised, unsure about the words himself. "Right?"

"It's supposed to," Liz lamented, turning away.

"Liz…" Peter let out. "We're here if you need us. You know that, right?

"Right…" Liz replied before something came to her mind. "Actually… there is something I need to do," she turned to face them. "And… it would mean a lot if you both were there."

"Of course," Gwen replied.

After school that day, the three made their way to Ryker's Island prison, Liz sat at one of the visitor seats, awaiting the person who she was here to see. Peter and Gwen stood off to the side, ready to support her when needed. Finally, the door opened, allowing Adrian Toomes to step inside, surrounded by guards as he took his seat. Both of them took their respective phones and prepared to speak, only for there to be silence at first.

"... hey gumdrop," Toomes greeted, deciding to speak first.

"... hi Daddy."

"It's good to see you. You doing good?"

"Y-yeah. Uh… how are you? Are they treating you well?"

"As well as can be expected. Gotta admit I was hoping you'd come a little sooner."

"I… I just couldn't come to terms with it," she closed her eyes in pain. "Why… why'd you do it, dad?"

"Osborn took everything from me. I had to take it back."

"There are other jobs. You didn't have to steal."

"No one was gonna take a chance on an old washout like me. This was the only way I could support our family."

"It was hard enough losing Mark, but losing you… that…" she fought back her own tears. "That was the worst pain I'd ever gone through. I never would've made it… without someone to help me."

"Peter?"

Liz shook her head. "I… found someone new. Harry."

Toomes perked up. "Osborn's kid?"

"That never mattered to me. And I don't think my being your daughter ever mattered to him. He was there when I needed him, and now… now it's gonna be a long time before I see him again too."

Toomes noted the sorrow in her voice. "I'm sorry about that, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Dad. Look… I'm not ready to forgive you… I don't know if I'll ever be… but I just felt like coming here to try to understand. And… to try and make you understand me."

Toomes placed a hand on the glass. "I want to."

Once the visit was over, Liz made her way to Peter and Gwen, who were still there waiting for her.

"How'd it go?" Peter asked.

"It… went ok."

"Come on," Gwen gestured, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Let's get out of here."

Liz nodded as the three of them made their way to leave the dreary prison.

Later, Toomes returned to his cell, feeling torn emotionally. He wanted nothing more than to keep talking with Liz, and help her through what she was going through. However, that couldn't happen while he was stuck in prison. A prison he felt Spider-Man put him in. He fell back on his bed, feeling something on his pillow. He got up and saw it was a small earpiece the same color as the pillow, completely unnoticed by the guards. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he took the earpiece and placed it in his ear.

"Hello?" he let out.

"Hello, Adrian."

Toomes perked up at the sound of the voice. "Who is this?"

"You may call me… Doctor Octopus. I'm reaching out because you and I are very much alike."

"Yeah? How so?"

"We're both men of science. Cut down in our prime and have lost everything we care about. Because of Norman Osborn… and Spider-Man."

Toomes smirked. "Well, you're not wrong. What do you want to do about it?"

"Take action. Crush our enemies under our heels. Starting with the arachnid."

"Hate to break it to ya doc, but the double team thing has been tried. Didn't work too well."

"Double team? Oh, we can do better than that. That prison you're in is full of super-powered criminals just waiting for a chance to take him down. I'm certain they can be… persuaded."

Toomes' smirk turned into a full-blown sinister smile. "How many are you thinking?"

"Let's keep the guest list small. Six at the most. Can't have them trying to kill each other before we kill Spider-Man."