"Little guy, you can't escape my grasp. Be obedient and let me see who you really are!"
The Green Goblin, riding his glider, pursued relentlessly, hurling another pumpkin bomb at Peter as he gave chase.
Sensing danger behind him, Peter abruptly changed direction, leaping sharply into another room.
The explosive force shattered the wall instantly. Debris flew like bullets, striking Peter's body and making him frown.
Fortunately, his enhanced physique absorbed most of the impact. His skin, tough as steel, prevented any serious injury. But the Green Goblin—annoying and relentless—was like a buzzing fly that wouldn't go away.
This situation was dangerous. The Goblin's bombs could miss repeatedly without consequence. Peter, however, couldn't afford a single mistake.
Because if he did, Gwen, cradled tightly in his arms, might not survive.
Peter still didn't know whether Gwen's body had been altered by spider genes. He couldn't risk her safety—he wouldn't gamble when her life was on the line.
So, his best options were: shake off the Green Goblin completely or temporarily hide Gwen in a safe place and confront the threat directly.
Escaping wasn't easy. So Peter chose the second option—secure Gwen, then fight.
His sharp eyes darted downward. Without hesitation, he carved a circle on the floor with his claws. Then, clutching Gwen close, he stomped down with great force. The floor gave way, forming a neat circular hole just large enough for him.
They dropped down to the 19th floor, where Peter quickly dashed through the corridor, Gwen still in his arms.
The Green Goblin's glider was too large to follow through the hole. Seeing Peter escape with such cleverness made the Goblin furious.
Enraged, he flung several pumpkin bombs at the ground. Explosions rang out, blasting multiple holes through the floor. He swooped down through the wreckage, determined to continue the pursuit.
But the moment he descended to the 19th floor—WHAM!—a folding chair flew through the air and smashed into him.
He wobbled on his glider, nearly falling off.
Peter had already placed Gwen in a safe, concealed corner. Now that his hands were free, he could fight without holding back.
The flying folding chair? That was Peter's warning shot.
And he wasn't finished.
Without hesitation, Peter pushed off with his feet and launched himself at the Goblin, like a human missile, aiming a devastating flying knee.
The Goblin didn't expect such an aggressive counterattack. His eyes widened in shock.
He instinctively raised an arm to block Peter's charge.
But he'd underestimated Peter's strength—again.
The block was useless. Peter's knee crashed into the Goblin's arm with bone-shattering force. The impact cracked the villain's arm, his expression twisting from arrogance to horror.
It felt like being hit by a freight train.
Pain exploded in the Goblin's arm as he was hurled backward, crashing through a wall and disappearing into a cloud of rubble and smoke.
The scene was brutal—Green Goblin buried and broken.
"Damn it! Chase me again now, why don't you?!" Peter spat, seething with rage.
He hadn't wanted a confrontation. His only goal was to get Gwen to safety.
But the Goblin had pushed too far. Trying to kill Gwen? That crossed a line Peter wouldn't tolerate.
Letting someone push you around without fighting back—that wasn't strength. That was stupidity.
Peter lunged toward the Goblin's motionless form in the rubble. He wasn't done yet.
Even knowing the Goblin was Norman Osborn, Peter felt no guilt. This wasn't the Norman from the past. Once he embraced the identity of the Green Goblin, the old Norman was gone.
And besides—Peter wasn't the real Peter Parker.
So even if he killed this version of Norman, he wouldn't carry the emotional burden.
But Norman wasn't just any villain. He was a classic Marvel Universe nemesis for a reason—dangerous and unpredictable.
Just as Peter raised his arm for a finishing blow, the glider, still hovering mid-air, suddenly opened fire.
Twin machine guns roared to life, forcing Peter to abandon the strike and dodge the barrage.
In that moment of distraction, the Green Goblin stood up from the rubble, his face a mask of fury.
"YOU BASTARD! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" he roared.
He leapt back onto his glider, which immediately rained bullets upon Peter. At the same time, several more pumpkin bombs shot out and landed in his hand.
Without hesitation, he hurled them with fury at Peter.
Peter's eyes widened in alarm. These weren't ordinary pumpkin bombs—they had homing capabilities.
No matter how fast or evasive Peter was, the bombs pursued like they were guided by radar.
Peter's face darkened.
He grabbed another folding chair from nearby and hurled it at one of the incoming bombs, hoping to knock it off course.
But the moment the chair made contact—BOOM!
A massive explosion detonated, releasing a wave of fire, shrapnel, and pressure.
The shockwave hit Peter like a hammer. His face twisted in pain, his muscles spasming violently.
The blast sent him flying, smashing him into a nearby wall and collapsing the entire brick structure around him.
Shrapnel tore through his enhanced skin, lodging deep into his muscles. Blood soaked his tattered suit.
Even with his enhanced resilience, Peter couldn't shrug this one off.
Crimson streaks stained his clothes. He looked battered, bloodied, and stunned.
"See what happens when you don't listen?" the Goblin sneered as he floated down.
"You had your chance. Now, let's see who you really are!"
He reached forward, aiming to remove Peter's holographic mask.
But just before his fingers touched it—WHAM!
A massive hand shot out from the rubble, grabbing the Goblin's wrist with iron force.
Peter's voice was like thunder:
"You seem to be celebrating a bit too early!"
"!!!"
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