The Return of the Green Goblin

Chapter 3

Peter brought the pictures he took of last night's fight to the Bugle but as usual Jonah J. Jameson got angry and yelled, "WHAT AM I RUNNING HERE? A PRE-SCHOOL? I NEED NEW MATERIAL HERE! NOT ALL THIS CRUD ABOUT THE WEB-HEAD! GIVE ME SOMETHING NEW! LIKE MY SON WHOSE RETURNING TO HIS ASTRONAUT JOB! OR THE BEGINNING OF SUMMER PARADE TOMORROW! I WANT NEW PICTURES PRONTO! AND WHERE'S MY COFFEE?"

Peter scratched his head. "Sorry… I'll get new pictures tomorrow…"

"MOVE ALONG, PARKER. FOSWELL, WHERE'S MY STORY? BETTY! GET SOMEONE TO BRING ME MY COFFEE!"

Everyone frantically moved around, papers flying everywhere, as Peter left. Oh well, he thought, that's the least of my problems.

He got out his phone to make sure no one had messaged him. He was becoming more cognizant of the fact that this villain who he encountered (whoever it was) would stop at nothing. He or she or whoever hadn't done any real damage but if they got their hands on Aunt May or Gwen or anyone - even Flash - and they hurt them… Peter was lost in deep thought as he hoped and prayed that nothing bad would happen. His cell phone started to ring and he answered it immediately.

"Hello?" He said.

"Hey, tiger." A sexy voice, which was a bit off, spoke into the receiver.

"Hey M.J. what's up?" He asked, half-relieved, half-unsatisfied.

"I - Peter," her voice sounded scared. He had never heard her voice that low and nervous. To tell you the truth, he never heard her scared or nervous in his life…

"Are you okay?" Peter asked.

A deep laugh reverberated on the other end, and Peter's mind went blank for two seconds.

"Who is this?"

"You know," that terribly familiar automated voice spoke. "Spiderman."

"I swear, if you lay one hand on her-"

"You'll what? Shoot a web at my face?" They chuckled.

"Where are you?"

"Use your spider senses, arachnid. If you really even have any."

"They don't work that way," Peter scowled.

"The docks, in an abandoned warehouse, number 21."

Peter ran into a nearby janitor's closet, took off his clothes over his suit and pulled on his mask and gloves. He ran out and quickly found a window, opened it, and swung out. He then tried his best to find where his enemy was keeping Mary Jane.

He got to the warehouse and looked inside, spotting M.J., unconscious and tied to a chair. He couldn't believe this. It was all just too easy. He crept up a wall and into the shadows of the warehouse to not be seen. He started to shoot a web at Mary Jane's chair, but realized he should know who this enemy he was facing was.

He jumped down and swiftly walked towards M.J.

"Hello? Dude who wants to ruin my life? Come out, come out wherever you are," Peter said, looking for a fight.

Mary Jane's eyes flickered open. "Peter?"

"Oh, um, no..." Peter responded awkwardly.

Her eyes opened more. "Oh, Spiderman! Sorry, you sounded like someone I know."

"Well, that's weird." Peter scratched his head awkwardly. "Do you remember anything that happened in the past hour?"

She shook her head. "I mean, someone kidnapped me and… I don't remember anything after that…" She looked around. "But, I vaguely remember something - about Pete? And you?" She looked up questioningly at Spiderman.

"Uh - I'm just as confused as you are. Do you know who kidnapped you?"

She shook her head. Peter untied her hands and said, "Not a face? An insignia or anything?"

She thought for a while. "I remember a pumpkin…" She laughed. "I don't know. It was probably some kind of dream."

Peter thought back to those Gob Squads the Green Goblin set up. Those people had on pumpkin heads...

Peter saw her phone laying on a table and picked it up, "Call a cab and get out of here."

Mary Jane nodded, confused about how he knew the phone was hers, but not questioning him.

She left and Peter stood in the middle of the warehouse alone.

"I know you're in here. I don't know how you made her forget what happened but I know the only reason you brought her here was to get me here. So who are you? The new head of the Gob Squad?"

Silence.

"No hello? Not even a creepy cackle or a nudge?"

More silence filled the empty warehouse.

"Okay. So you make me come here and let me free my friend easily. Why did you bring me here? Who are you?"

Nothing. Zilch. Notta.

Pete sighed as he left the warehouse, thinking, maybe this is a good thing, but knowing this criminal would do a whole lot more than just making his friends bait.

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Harry looked through his dad's files of heroes and villains. He flipped through the files trying to find the perfect person to help him defeat his friend.

He skimmed his eyes over each file making a pile for noes and a pile for maybes.

Doctor Octopus: maybe

Sandman: no

Mysterio: no

Electro: no

Venom: he's long gone, right?

Chameleon: maybe

Black Cat. Ooooh, thought Harry, who's this chick?

Harry looked at the picture of a gorgeous girl with white hair and green eyes, wearing a purple mask and purple jumpsuit with claws.

He read her description: This young girl is the daughter of the Cat Burglar AKA the man who killed Peter's uncle. She is a witty and sly thief and, so I have seen, has had romance with Spiderman. When she tried to break her father out of prison, Spiderman was there trying to break out as well and was angry (still trying to figure out why) and let the father risk his life for them to escape. The Cat Burglar is still presently at the prison and so far as I can tell the Black Cat now hates Spiderman for this.

Upon reading this, Harry devised a plan. And the Black Cat was the perfect pawn to play.


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