Mary Jane hurried out behind Daredevil and her other rescuer, maneuvering around the guys the other two were fighting as bodies were getting smacked around everywhere. She turned to May and Anna, observing that they had fallen behind a little.

"Come on!" she said as she hurried back, taking the older women by the hand. She then led them along, trying her best to help them increase their pace as they worked their way through the halls. She ducked as a man flew over her head, smacking the wall beside her before carrying on. Eventually, they came to an exit, moving past the other two as they fought through a few final opponents. M.J. led them out into the fresh air, the sky now completely dark as night had fallen.

Her aunt tried to speak first.

"Mary Jane..."

Unfortunately, she was cut off by the sound of a vehicle pulling up. More men quickly came out with weapons, one even with a rocket launcher. He quickly aimed and fired it in their direction. Before M.J. could even react, she was suddenly tackled from behind, the sound of the rocket's explosion reverberating behind her. She turned over to find that it was Daredevil who had tackled her out of the way.

When she glanced around, she found that her elders were not so lucky, as her aunt was lying in a heap on the ground. May had it worse however; she could only see her backside, the woman's head and legs covered in large rubble.

"No..."

She hurried to get up, with her rescuer quickly moving towards them as well. While Peter's horn-headed friend got the rubble off May, she checked on her aunt.

"Aunt Anna, can you hear me?"

Fortunately, the woman stirred, slowly coming to. M.J. helped her up, the two of them turning back to May, the rubble having been removed from her. She was still unconscious though, her body completely limp. M.J. and her aunt hurried over.

"Is she..."

"She's alive," Daredevil confirmed. Their other rescuer, the one who looked like some kind of large lion-human hybrid, came over as well; he had apparently emerged sometime during the fight and handled the reinforcements. Mary Jane's mind was still racing to process everything that had happened in even the last ten minutes, but there was one thing she knew she had to do.

"Get them out of here," she said, trying to get past them when her aunt grabbed her.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going after Peter," M.J. replied.

"Are you insane!?" her aunt questioned.

"She's right," the Puma-human (who she was pretty sure was Peter's boss) said, "you really should..."

"I SAID GO!" M.J. yelled before pulling out of her aunt's grip and taking off. The woman screamed in protest, but she didn't care. If she hurried, maybe she could pick up the trail of where Peter was headed. Granted, she didn't have the first idea what she would do when she caught up to them, but she just couldn't escape the sinking feeling in her heart that something bad was going to happen to the love of her life... something she wasn't going to just sit back and allow to happen if she could.

Firing a web, Peter finally snagged onto the Goblin's glider just in time for him to tilt it upward, the two of them rocketing towards the clouds. They soared above even the tallest skyscrapers, but he persisted, tugging his way up towards his enemy one grip at a time. The Goblin glanced back at him, smiling before leveling the glider again, producing something of a whiplash effect. Nevertheless, Peter held on, though some of his momentum was lost.

His spider sense suddenly rang out, prompting him to turn to the side and find Harry flying up towards him. Releasing his grip on the web, he let himself drift until he landed on the glider, his best friend snagging him out of the air.

"Harry!" Peter yelled. "It's me! I know you're still in there; whatever he's done to you, fight it!"

His screams fell on deaf ears as Harry simply spun the glider around, performing a full three-sixty before hurtling Peter into the air. He didn't even have time to fire a web before the elder Osborn struck a heavy blow to his head from behind, sending him flying. He was a little stunned, but still tried to fire a web to somewhere, anywhere, only for Harry to come in and strike another blow, this time to his ribs.

This process repeated itself over and over again, the Goblin duo not letting Peter even breathe for a second of relief. He was being hit everywhere: the head, the midsection, his backside, all of it. It was growing harder and harder to focus on anything; all he wanted was for it to stop...

... and it did when, instead of a fist, he was greeted by a blade to his left side. What little wind there was left in him instantly vanished from his body. He glanced up to see the smiling face of his ultimate nemesis. He promptly removed the blade before seizing his neck.

"At last," the Goblin said. "It may not be how I had it planned, but still, after all these years, you will no longer be a thorn in my side ever again..."

He then held Peter out in front of him; he glanced down and could see that they were over the bay. He then looked back up to his enemy.

"Goodbye, Spider-Man."

With that, his nemesis released his grip on his throat, allowing Peter to begin a hard free fall. It didn't take long for gravity to begin doing its work, speeding up his ascent. Battered, beaten and bleeding, Peter's willpower finally failed, his eyes closing as he slipped into unconsciousness.

She turned the corner just in time to see it happen, as she witnessed Peter plummeting out of the sky, his body seemingly making no effort to stop his fall. Mary Jane's heart threatened to stop as she helplessly watched the man she loved rapidly descending until finally his body hit the water with a hard thud and a loud splash. Hearing the roaring engines of gliders heading towards the water, she quickly hid behind the nearest structure she could find, a large steel leg to one of the bridges.

She all but held her breath as both Goblins circled around the water on their gliders like vultures, seemingly waiting for Peter to surface. When nothing changed after about thirty seconds, the Goblins then turned and departed, flying off into the sky. After observing their leave, M.J. turned back to the bay, her heart now pounding within her as we waited, hoping against hope.

"Come on, Peter," she muttered as she fought to keep hope alive within her that he would emerge at any moment. "Come on..."

She knew he could hold his breath underwater for some time; he'd told her of one time where he'd managed to do so for as much as eight minutes. Plus, as limp as he'd been, he had to be playing possum; yeah, that was it, he'd been waiting to try and convince his enemies that he was drowned and gone, and therefore no longer a threat. M.J. allowed herself to think that, surely, Peter would pop up any second now...

...but no one came.

"Peter..."

Emerging from her hiding spot, Mary Jane broke out into a sprint towards the water, throwing off her jacket as she reached the bank. Her legs splashing wildly as she plunged towards the bay, she then dived headlong into the water. As soon as she submerged, she realized two things: the water was frigid, which she could at least power through, but more importantly, it was pitch black, as she was unable to even see her hands in front of her as she swam. Still, she powered on, hoping that she was swimming in the direction in which Peter had fallen.

For what felt like an eternity, but was likely about a minute and a half, she frantically searched, feeling all around her for any sign of Peter. Instead, all she was greeted with was the cold, dark water all around her, with the occasional exception of bumping into some of the trash that others in the city had carelessly discarded into the bay. Soon, her body couldn't resist the need for oxygen, so she quickly swam back to the top, gasping hard almost as soon as her face broke the surface of the water. She wasted little time however as she took a deep breath before plunging back in, kicking as hard as she could to add extra momentum.

Again, she seemed to be striking out before suddenly she bumped into something much bigger than a piece of trash. She quickly felt around just to make sure, but it definitely felt like a body, and the little Mary Jane could see seemed to confirm as much as well. She quickly rushed to grab him, accidentally letting out a little of her precious oxygen through her nose in the form of bubbles. She managed to find his arms, inserting hers under his before starting back for the surface.

Kicking with all her might, Mary Jane found herself struggling to make much progress. She'd always known Peter was much heavier than her, but his limp form was only exacerbating the matter. She might as well have been trying to pull up a huge bag of gold bars or something at least comparatively heavy. Still, she fought, kicking with everything she had as she slowly ascended upward. Her lungs started to feel as if they were screaming at her, so she dared to let another little breath out through her nose as they drew closer to the surface, slowly increasing it as they neared the top.

Finally, her face poked through the surface, and Mary Jane let out another gasp before almost immediately sinking back under. Kicking a little more, she reemerged, reorienting herself and Peter so that she was mostly on her back while holding him at least a little sideways in an effort to not let too much water settle into his lungs. After several kicks, she got to where she could put her feet on the ground, enabling her to drag Peter's body out. Mary Jane finally collapsed from her effort as they finally reached the bank, her body exhausted from the great effort. After taking a couple breaths, she forced herself back to attend to Peter once again, observing his still unconscious state. Recalling her training for her TV role, she began CPR.

"Come on, Peter!" she said as she applied mouth-to-mouth before returning to chest compressions. Knowing his body's durability, she was pressing her absolute hardest, hoping that was enough. "Wake up!"

Finally, Peter gasped, a lone strand of water shooting out of his mouth followed by a couple of coughs.

"Peter!" M.J. said in a bit of hushed, relieved excitement. This would prove short-lived, unfortunately, as his eyes quickly rolled back and shut once again.

"No, no, COME ON!" Mary Jane cried out. Her eyes moving along his form to see if there was anything else that had been missed, she quickly discovered a large wound in his midsection, red blood staining the portion of his suit nearby. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan before a noise caught her attention. There appeared to be a scuffle going on ahead of them, with a man being thrown across the way, hitting one of the bridge rails and slumping down. The purple and green cloaked figure who'd first tried to save them all then came running out, scouring the area around him.

"HELP ME!" Mary Jane screamed in desperation. The individual turned their way and hurried to them immediately, reaching them in just a couple seconds thanks to his suit's capabilities. He squatted down on the other side of Peter, examining him.

"I got the water out of his lungs," M.J. said, her voice starting to break as her grip on her composure was slipping. "But he's..."

"I got him," he said, already scooping Peter up. "Follow me; we need to catch up to the others."

Mary Jane quickly followed the man's instructions, racing behind him as she tried to keep up.

Quickly coming to a halt, the Goblin landed his glider, hopping off alongside his son. He said nothing at first, simply taking a few steps ahead and leaning against the guardrail as he allowed himself to take in his ultimate victory. His defeat of Spider-Man was now no mere dream, but a reality. Sure, it hadn't played out exactly how he'd initially planned, but it had still worked out well. The city would inevitably find his body; maybe he'd even go back and dig it out later to present to them. Either way, he'd broken Spider-Man in the eyes of the city, and now, the Wall Crawler would no longer be a problem to him.

"Father?" his son questioned as he came alongside of him.

The Goblin turned to him.

"I did it... I still can't believe it, but after all these years, he's finally gone!"

He then placed his hand on his son's shoulder.

"And now, the work can really begin! Go, deliver the packages to their places and report back once you are finished. I must attend to other matters."

His son smiled as he nodded before hurrying back and leaping onto his glider, quickly taking off again. The Goblin then turned and got into the nearby elevator, pressing the button for the lowest level as the doors shut. The ride was relatively quick, and soon, the doors opened again, and he stepped out to the lab. He strolled up to the doctor, who was examining another one of his test subjects through a window.

"How goes your latest work, doctor?" the Goblin questioned. "Have the results held?"

"See for yourself," the man replied as he gestured towards the window. The Goblin peered down, observing as several of the subjects were in the midst of performing feats of great strength, proving the doctor's work on his son had been no fluke.

"Beautiful..."

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