Webhead
By: Bryant Rogers
“PARKER!” J. Jonah Jameson’s yells resonate throughout the bullpen of the Daily Bugle. His bright young photojournalist, Peter Parker is nowhere to be found.
Instead, Parker, Also known as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, is twelve blocks away from the Bugle swinging into a battle between the Green Goblin and the Hobgoblin.
As soon as Spider-man arrives at the fight he notices that both of the goblins have upgraded their suits and anti-gravity gliders. Stark Tech. Peter thought. The Hobgoblin must have stolen the plans that Osborne stole from Tony Stark. “Woah! Hobby, new suit?” Parker said flipping through the air and shooting a barrage of his web shots at the Hobgoblin. “Don’t tell me… are there any troubles in the Goblin household?”
He dodged dodged the webs and returned with his own pumpkin bombs. “Spider-Man! Stay out of this! This is between me and Osborne!” He sped his glider up and fired a few missiles towards the Green Goblin.
“There is only one Goblin!” Norman yelled, charging his glider towards the Hobgoblin’s. Both gliders were moving at top speed when they Peter swung his web around the Hobgoblin and pulled him off of his glider. He felt the tingle of his spidey-sense as he ducked, allowing a pumpkin bomb from the Green Goblin to soar past his head.
That was close. Parker thought as he shot a huge ball of webbing towards the Green Goblin. “Norman, I’m thrilled that you wanted to see me, but shouldn’t you still be in prison?”
“I AM THE GREEN GOBLIN” He screamed hurling at Spider-Man and knocking them both down onto a rooftop. “Finally, you will die!”
Parker rolled across the roof and flung a web at the Green Goblin, completely covering his face. The Hobgoblin was now making his retreat as Spider-Man jumped off of the roof and tossed one of his spider tracers onto his glider. There is no way that I’ll be able to take both of them down right now. Peter thought. Norman poses more of a threat to the world. I’ll take him in and then go after the Hobgoblin.
He turned his attention back to the Green Goblin who was still peeling web out of his eyes. “You’re starting to put on weight.” Peter said kicking the Goblin across the face and sending him smashing into a brick chimney. “They’re going to have to start calling you the jolly Green Goblin.”
Norman Osborne wasn’t just an ordinary criminal so Peter couldn’t just leave him hanging by a web waiting for the police to get there. He dialed for an extraction on his SHIELD-satellite phone and they had a heli-carrier there to pick him up in minutes. “Now you guys take care of old Norm here, make sure he gets his three square meals a day.” Spider-Man called swinging away on his web.
I guess Norman’s therapy hasn’t been going as well as the doctors said. Parker thought as he swung through the air. Sue Storm and Dr. Henry Pym were both working on counseling for captive SHIELD villains and Peter had head that Norman was making a full recovery. He tried to hope for Norman’s well-being, he tried not to blame him for all of the death and pain in his life. But it was too hard. He thought about Gwen and her death at the hands of the Green Goblin.
Peter checked the time on his SHIELD phone. Oh, man. That run-in with the goblins took up too much time. I’m going to be late for my lunch with Mary-Jane and Aunt May. He hurried throughout New York City, passing up the Daily Bugle in the process. J.J. is just going to have to wait for these to pictures to get developed. Hope he doesn’t get too steamed.
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After his lunch with MJ and Aunt May Peter thought it would be a good idea to go back on parole after the Hobgoblin. He swung through the concrete jungle of New York City, following the spider tracer.
I’ve got to find the Hobgoblin and get him off the streets. Peter thought as he began closing in on the signal of his spider tracer. He led outside of an old junkyard. He sneaks onto the property and peers through a window. Electro!? What’s he doing here, with the Hobgoblin? He edged along the building moving to another window for a better view.
Sure enough it was Max Dillon, The Mighty Electro shaking hands with the Hobgoblin.
“All we have to do is take out the station next door…” said the Hobgoblin
“– And it’ll black out most of Brooklyn! That’ll let them know we’re serious and they better pay up!” Electro said finishing his sentence. “I like working with you Hobby, you think big!” Peter set up his miniature camera in the window.
“Yes, soon everyone will fear the Hobgoblin and Electro!”
“You’re silly enough on your own” Spider-Man yelled as he swings into the room connecting an uppercut to the Goblin’s face. “You don’t need this guy to make it worse!”
“Spider-Man!” Electro screamed. “But how did he find us?!”
“Who cares how he found us, Just KILL HIM!” the Goblin got up off of the floor and began hurling his pumpkin bombs at the spider.
Spider-Man began catching the bombs with his webs and flinging them back around at the Goblin. “You’re getting predictable Hobby”
“What about me?” Electro asks shooting one of his electric arcs towards Spider-Man. He sees the wall-crawler somersault through the window and allows himself a cold smile. “Retreating already Spider-Man?”
“I just thought we’d bring this party outside.” Peter said shooting a web at Electro’s feet and pulling him out the window. Great, Peter thought, now I’ve got them separated. “Say, sparky – why don’t you do us both a favor and give up now? This way we can save this city a few million dollars in property damage.” He looked around the junkyard. “You know, or a few thousand.”
“Electro surrenders to no man!” he screamed as he fired an electric blast towards Spider-Man. Peter ducked out of the way just in time as the force of the blast smashed into an old VW.
I’ve got to wrap this up. Parker thought as he dodged the falling Volkswagen. “I didn’t know you’d be invited to too ‘Lectro. But don’t worry I brought enough party favors for the rest of the class.” He pulled a small device off of his belt and stuck it to Electro’s back. “It’s called an anti-magnetic inverter. I used it once to power down the Vulture’s power back but it’s been modified a little for you Electro! I’ve been waiting to test this baby ever since I first heard of your breakout.”
“What’s happening to me!?” Electro screamed in agonizing confusion.
“It’ll reverse the polarity of your electrical field making you stick to metal, just like magnets!” He kicked Electro into the Volkswagen and then tossed a small refrigerator at him. “The magnetic pull should keep you stuck under here for a few while I go deal with your partner.”
“Partners! Hah, Electro scowled if I ever see that goblin again, it’ll be too soon.”
The Hobgoblin was still in the building, packing up the money that he and Electro had intended to split as Spider-Man flew back through the window.
“Of course Electro has failed me”, the Goblin exclaimed, “Fine! I’ll kill you then!”
“Aww Hobby—I bet you say that to all the super heroes.” Spider-Man said spinning a web around the Goblin. “And by the way, this new Hobgoblin suit isn’t half as good as the last one. Maybe you’d better send it back to the shop!”
“I’ll send you to hell spider!” Hobgoblin shouted, lunging towards Spider-Man. In his anger he didn’t notice the web that Spider-Man had left hanging around him. “Nice try” the Hobgoblin said leaping up in to the air and landing back down on his glider. “Sorry I can’t stick around!!” Hobgoblin laughed, throwing a pumpkin bomb into the ceiling, and blowing a hole in the rooftop. “Enjoy the fireworks Spider-Man!” Peter began to shoot a web, in pursuit of the goblin. But he felt the sharp, tingle of his spidey-sense as he turned his head to see a digital clock attached to a few drums of gasoline. 00:05, 00:04, 00:03. Spider-Man launched himself into the sky, flying through the same hole as the Hobgoblin as the timer reached zero.As soon as he made it out of the building the explosion went off.
The impact of the blast catches Peter in the air and sends him flying into a billboard. You never see things like this happen to Captain America. Peter thought as he stood up to wipe the soot and debris off of his mask. He walked around the junkyard to make sure Electro was okay and then began searching for his camera. “Oh, this is just great...” He said picking up the pieces of the broken mini-camera. “Well at least the film is still intact. He waited around for the response team to show up and assisted with putting out the fires and arresting Electro.
I’m such a pinhead. Peter thought, swinging through the air on his way home. Just because I have these spider-powers, doesn’t mean I should stop using my brain. I should’ve checked for the explosions before I burst into the door like I was Thor or Hulk. How many times am I going to be able to luckily escape something like what happened at the junkyard before I get myself in gear? He considered stopping by Mary-Jane’s apartment to see her, but he decided he was too sore from the fight and explosion. Besides, he knew exactly what he would have to hear if he went back to her place and he was way too tired for that. Peter crawled into his window and collapsed into his bed. All in a day’s work for your friendly, neighborhood Spider-man.
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