A young man was in the process of cleaning out a vault, with a boomerang stuck in the wall. All of the guards and other customers at the store were rendered unconscious thanks to the knockout gas in the boomerang.
“Right, going to be quite the take tonight, I tell you that, best job I’ve ever pulled,” said the young man before he came face to face with a certain web slinger.
“Okay and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that stealing is in fact right,” said Spider-Man.
“Blimey, if it isn’t Spider-Man,” said the young man. “I’ve been waiting to try my luck against you, web head.”
“And you’re name is…” prompted Spider-Man as he prepared for anything this outlandishly dressed thief was going to throw at him.
“The name’s Fred Myers, mate,” said the young man. “But everyone calls me, Boomerang, for obvious reasons.”
With a quick draw, Boomerang pulled out two boomerangs and moved forward. Spider-Man quickly shot webs around one, pulling it from his hand, but the young criminal dodged an attack, before he measured Spider-Man with careful aim. The boomerang was thrown, moving right through the air to take Spider-Man off but Spider-Man ducked down underneath the projectile.
“Missed!” called Spider-Man but he paid for his arrogance as the boomerang came back, knocking Spider-Man right in the back of the head. Boomerang caught it, before he brought his lips to it for a kiss.
“Man, this is going to net me some big bucks, the boomerang that knocked out the Spectacular Spider-Man,” said Boomerang gleefull as he rushed forward, throwing another boomerang over his shoulder, this one an exploding model, which caused a miniature explosion, causing a minor cave in and allowing him to get away or so he thought. Spider-Man caught the debris, before he swung out a window, moving right in front of Boomerang and a strand of webbing pulled his prized boomerang out of his hand. Boomerang attempted to pull another one, but Spider-Man wrapped him up and the next thing he knew, he was hanging upside down from a light post. An attempt to pull himself free but it was no good.
“And that will be it for your crime spree, Boomerang” said Spider-Man as the thief struggled.
“You win this round, but like my namesake, I will come back and fight you again, Spider-Man!” shouted Boomerang but Spider-Man swung off, leaving the police to deal with it. A stop at the Bugle for photos of his battle with Boomerang and then he had a dance to get ready for.
“Besides, what are the chances that anything’s going to happen that will need my attention?” asked Spider-Man, as he swung around the corner and prepared to make the change to Peter Parker.
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Having walked up to the Stacy residence, Peter raised his hand, knocking on the door. The door opened to reveal George Stacy who stood right in front of Peter.
“Ah, good evening, Peter,” said George in a good natured tone of voice. “Gwen will be down in a couple of minutes, she’s just finished getting ready. Why don’t you come in and take a seat?”
“Thank you, Captain Stacy,” said Peter with a grateful nod as he sat down on the chair.
“Gwen tells me you’ve been holding up well lately, that’s good,” said George. “And got yourself a job, with the Bugle of all places, shows how good you are at taking photos.”
“Well to be honest, sir, Spider-Man is a bit tricky to get photos of, I’ve the only one who’s been able to get any decent shots of the web head in action,” offered Peter. “Not that Jameson goes out of his way to praise my work.”
“I’ll tell you this Peter, I know J. Jonah Jameson and while he doesn’t give out praise lightly, he doesn’t give out jobs lightly either, the photos you gave him must have been something,” said George. “You wouldn’t mind telling me exactly how you manage to get those photos.”
“Well it has to do with a steady hand and a whole lot of luck,” said Peter casually, choosing his works carefully.
“Figured it would be something along those lines, photography isn’t really something I’m not familiar with,” said George.
“Neither am I, quite frankly, other than a bit of dabbling here and there, but hey, it helps pay the bills,” thought Peter.
Peter’s eyes snapped up towards stairs, when he saw Gwen making her way down the stairs. She looked absolutely breathtaking.
“Wow,” murmured Peter as Gwen responded with a smile. “You look even more beautiful then ever, and I didn’t really think that was even possible.”
“Thanks Peter,” said Gwen. “You clean up nicely too.”
“So shall we go,” said Peter and Gwen nodded. “Bye, Captain Stacy, I should have Gwen back before nine.”
“I trust you will, Peter,” said George. “I know you’re a man of great responsibility.”
“Bye Dad, see you later tonight,” said Gwen as they walked out. It was a short walk towards the school, as Gwen eyed the bag that was over Peter’s shoulder nervously.
“I hope the web head won’t have to interrupt our night, but unless it’s an absolute emergency, there’s no need for Spider-Man,” said Peter.
“Besides, dozens of other super heroes in this city, I’m sure one of them can handle any issue that comes up,” said Gwen with a laugh.
“Unless someone crashes the dance, Spidey can sit out tonight,” muttered Peter.
“That sounds like a good enough deal to me,” said Gwen as they walked towards the school hand in hand.
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Bruce Banner sat in the hotel room, putting his things away. The plane would leave in the morning and he would be able to get a few hours sleep, before it was time to leave. The lecture gone as well as could be expected, even though he wished a few more people would have shown interest but he learned not to let such matters get to him. Science was simply not something that interested many young people these days.
Whirling choppers and bright lights caused Banner to turn forward. He saw a helicopter with the word SHIELD stamped on the side and his eyes widened, as several SHIELD operatives smashed right through the windows, weapons pointed at Banner.
“What is it, Fury?” asked Banner. He had his share of dealings with the SHIELD commander or rather his alter ego did, more than once. It was never pleasant.
“Bruce Banner, you are under arrest from the destruction of several villages in the Northwest United States and Canada,” said Nick Fury, as he stepped forward. “Come along quietly and calmly and we can make this nice and easy.”
“I swear, it wasn’t me,” said Banner as he stepped back. The truth was that he had not recalled turning into his green alter ego for at least a month and that was a good sign if any. But it appeared that Fury and the rest of the members of SHIELD.
“Right, Banner, I warned you before, now you’re going to be taken in,” said Fury, as several stun blasts were leveled against Banner, which irritated him more than anything. “Keep firing, before he transforms!”
Banner dropped to the ground, hands to his temples, as his body shook madly, before his shirt ripped, his skin turning green. The SHIELD Agents continued to fire, but it bounced off the thick green skin of the beast that Bruce Banner turned into, known as the Incredible Hulk and needless to say, he was none too happy.
“YOU NO HURT HULK ANYMORE!” bellowed the Hulk as he picked up the bed, before he flung it with all of his might towards the SHIELD agents, causing them to scatter. Hulk turned, before he smashed through the wall and continued his rampage, smashing the stairs and causing several people in the hotel to shriek in absolute fear.
“To the helicopters quickly, circle around, try and catch the Hulk as he goes out, we can’t let that monster get into the city, no matter what,” ordered Fury gruffly, as the SHIELD operatives did as they told. Fury followed, ready to give the orders to break out the heavy weaponry, because he was damned if he would have to clean up another Hulk created mess.
-
Working in his lab, Norman Osborn looked at the formula with a grin. It was increased several times past the capacity that he had to begin with, with several of the imperfections eliminated. He would need to heat the formula, before blasting it with explosive charges, to increase its potency and potential for the plans Norman Osborn had for it. Everything needed to be precise if he could carry out his plans.
-
Hulk continued his rampage, fueled by absolute anger and rage. The chasing helicopters and ground vehicles only served to agitate the green monster. A stun missile had only stopped him for mere seconds, before he lifted one of the ground vehicles up and flung it into the air.
“AGENT MEN WON’T GET HULK!” shouted Hulk as he flung it into the air. The operatives in the helicopter bailed immediately, and Fury watched. It was fortunate that the Hulk picked one of the vehicles that was operated by remote and had no men inside. Several of the operatives on the ground, after barricading the streets to keep citizens fro getting in their way walked forward, weapons at the ready.
“Now, listen here, Banner, we’re just going to sedate you and change you back and no one has to be hurt,” said one of the agents in an attempt to appease the Hulk but the monster was beyond reasoning at the moment.
“AGENT MEN WON’T TURN HULK BACK INTO PUNY BANNER!” shouted Hulk as he jumped forward, before he snatched the weapons and crushed them in his hands. “LEAVE HULK ALONE!”
“I’ll handle this,” said Fury, as he grabbed one of the weapons that Hulk hadn’t damaged and turned the sonics up to the next level. “Cover your ears, this could be deadly for any humans caught in the blast.”
Fury turned the weapon right on the Hulk but despite a brief moment of pain, the Hulk turned, smashing right through the barricades. He hoisted a parked truck over his head and flung it right at the operatives, who threw their grenades but the Hulk was already airborne, having leapt onto the building, smashing into them as he made his way further away.
“Air command, shadow the Hulk, find a way to lure him away from civilians, my team will follow on the ground, to try and intercept him before he causes too much damage,” said Fury in his usual gruff matter, as the two teams mobilized to do as he said.
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The Gymnasium was crowded at Midtown High School, as Peter and Gwen walked through the doors, after being checked for identification. The dance was getting going, as they quickly spotted Liz and Harry on the other end of the dance floor. Harry looked a bit nervous but he tried not to look the part.
“Gwen, Pete,” said Harry cheerfully. “How are you guys doing tonight?”
“Great, Harry, at least I am,” said Peter.
“The same as Peter really, I hope to have a good time tonight,” said Gwen.
“Providing there isn’t any problems,” added Peter almost casually. “You know, no disasters or anything…”
“It’s a school dance, what’s the worst that could happen?” asked Liz. “Harry told me about your job at the Bugle, but I’m sure they can live without your pictures for one night.”
“Yeah, Liz, you’re right, they can,” said Gwen, as she gripped Peter’s arm. “So are you two having a good time.”
“The best so far,” said Liz with a smile. “It’s so much nicer not to hear about the latest great pass of the great Football Quarterback hero of Midtown High.”
“It’s a wonder how Flash fits his head into that Football helmet sometimes,” replied Peter as he looked. “See he found a date.”
“Well obviously he did, I mean, there’s always going to be someone who wants to be his girlfriend because he’s Flash Thompson,” said Liz dismissively. “Bit of an air head it looks like, was I really like that?”
“You don’t really want me to answer that, do you,” said Gwen. “Listen, Liz, you’ve grown beyond him, we’ve all grown, he might someday.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” muttered Harry, who realized that some people never changed. His father was living proof of this fact. “So Liz, would you like to dance?”
“Of course, Harry, I’d love to,” said Liz as the two headed out to the dance floor.
“Well Gwen, looks like everyone is doing this, so would you give me the honor of this dance, my lady?” asked Peter.
“I’d be insulted if you didn’t ask, Mr. Parker, this is a dance, after all,” said Gwen with a smile as she held out her hand. “Lead the way, hopefully I remember my dancing lessons from when I was five.”
“I’m sure you will do fine, providing you can pick up the slack for someone with two left feet like me,” said Peter but Gwen just smiled.
“Don’t worry Peter, I think we can manage,” said Gwen with a shrug. “If not, it could be either an embarrassing or an amusing memory.”
With that they walked out to the dance floor.
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“BROCK, GET YOUR KEISTER IN HERE!” bellowed Jameson, as the ill tempered publisher of the Daily Bugle watched and Eddie Brock stepped forward.
“You called, JJ,” said Brock in a cool, calm, and collected voice.
“Yes, Brock, we just got word of a rampaging monster throughout the city,” said Jameson. “Parker’s not available and besides, you owe me something after you’ve failed to get pictures time and time again. It’s a big one Brock, the Hulk is on the loose again and he’s into the city.”
“Wait a minute, the Hulk?” gasped Brock. “As in the Incredible Hulk?”
“Yes, Brock, the Incredible Hulk, big green monster, hard to stop, gets mad and smashes things, you know that Hulk,” said Jameson. “That’s beside the point, get your camera and head out. I want photos of the Hulk’s rampage and you better not mess up this time Brock.”
“Don’t worry, JJ, I won’t,” said Brock as he turned, grabbing his camera. Photos of the Hulk, that would be even bigger than Spider-Man. Parker had been close to taking his job as the lead photographer at the Bugle, but with some luck he could scoop that upstart and overshadow any pictures he could have gotten of Spider-Man.
-
It had been nearly an hour at the dance and Peter had to admit that he was having a great time. Judging by the look on his girlfriend’s face, she felt the same exact way.
Unfortunately, like all good things, it would have to come to an end, as there was a loud rumbling outside and several smashing noises, that lead to car alarms going off.
“What’s that?” asked someone in horror but the doors of the gym were smashed open and all dancing stopped, when they saw the angered form of the Hulk storming inside the dance.
“Is that who I think it is?” asked Liz quietly, as she and Harry were close to Peter and Gwen.
“HULK NOT LIKE LOUD MUSIC!” shouted the Hulk as he stomped forward. “HULK MAKE AWFUL NOISE STOP!”
“I’m afraid so,” said Gwen as she looked at Peter, who grabbed Gwen and pulled her off to the side. Peter made a movement to slip out the door, as Hulk overturned a table with snacks on it on his way.
“Got to go, I hoped this wouldn’t happen,” muttered Peter, but Gwen anxiously grabbed his hand, watching the Hulk’s destructive streak as the crowd backed off.
“The phrase way in over your head seems to come to mind,” said Gwen as she looked at Peter with a pleading look.
“If anyone got hurt, I could never forgive myself,” whispered Peter.
“If you got hurt, I could never forgive myself,” muttered Gwen, but Peter turned to Harry, who was with Liz, backs towards an entrance.
“Harry, get the girls out of here, I’m going to try and phone for help!” shouted Peter, as he watched the Hulk knocked over a set of speakers.
“HULK MAKE LOUD MUSIC STOP NOW!” shouted Hulk as Harry, Liz, and Gwen moved, along with several others, as Peter slipped around. He saw Gwen give him an anxious, worried look and the fact is he felt his stomach turn in mild horror. The Juggernaut had a weakness in that the fact that his ability to keep moving no matter what could be turned against him. The Hulk had no such obvious weakness. “PUNY PEOPLE BETTER GET OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE HULK ALONE!”
Flash Thompson looked as the Hulk smashed a table, frowning as several girls screamed and more than a few boys as well. Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists.
“Hey, you big green dork, no one trashes Midtown High without Flash having something to say about it!” taunted Flash cockily and he rushed forward, in a foolish attempt to tackle the Hulk but that worked out about as well as could be expected. The Hulk knocked Flash down and raised his hands in an attempt to finish off the loud mouthed jock but a figure swung down and scooped up Flash, before he could get Hulk Smashed.
“Admirable sentiments, but next time, leave the heroics to the heroes,” admonished Spider-Man.
“Woah, Spider-Man!” shouted Flash, as if he could hardly believe his luck. “You saved me!”
“That’s what I do,” said Spider-Man nonchalantly as he dropped Flash off by the nearest exit. “Now remember, stay in school, don’t do drugs, and don’t pick fights with angry green monsters.”
“Right!” called Flash as he ran off and Spider-Man turned around, before he shot a net of webbing, stopping the debris from falling on a group of girls, before he swung around and scooped up two girls who were in the line of fire.
“GET OUT OF HULK’S WAY!” shouted Hulk the moment that Spider-Man dropped to the ground and a large green fist caught Spider-Man right in the chest, causing the web slinger to fly backwards and land right on the ground with a thud. The Hulk stomped forward, but Spider-Man rushed forward.
“Whoa, listen here big guy, you can’t do this, just rampage through a school like that, that isn’t right,” said Spider-Man but Hulk grabbed Spider-Man and hoisted him up.
“HULK NOT LISTEN TO PUNY BUG!” shouted Hulk as he threw Spider-Man like a javelin but turning his arm, the web slinger wrapped his webbing around a basketball hoop and he swung down, before he aimed a punch right in the Hulk’s face. It had little effect, other than a stabbing pain. “HULK SMASH PUNY BUG!”
“Technically, spiders are classified as…”said Spider-Man but he was knocked right off of his feet. The Hulk, it seemed, was not in the mood for the impromptu biology lesson. “Okay, listen, deep breaths, no need to blow a gasket, I mean it’s not that exactly good on your blood pressure to go on such destructive rampages. I mean, have you ever thought of investing in a stress ball?”
“PUNY BUG TALK TOO MUCH!” shouted the Hulk as he swung for Spider-Man. “HULK MAKE PUNY BUG SHUT UP!”
Spider-Man dodged an attack, before he grabbed onto a bowl of punch and flung it right towards Hulk but the monster smashed it into bits before he grabbed Spider-Man and hoisted him up. Spider-Man turned his arms.
“Time to slow you down,” muttered Spider-Man as he shot webbing right in Hulk’s face, causing his vision to be impaired.
“HULK NOT SEE!” shouted Hulk as he tossed Spider-Man to the ground. He just barely managed to brace for impact, but the Hulk continued to rush forward and smashed up the gym floor, causing it to crack. “HULK NOT NEED TO SEE TO SMASH PUNY BUG!”
Hulk reached for Spider-Man, feeling around for his throat but his frustration gave way and he began mindlessly smashing everything in his path.
“Come on, big guy, play follow the spider!” called Spider-Man, as he looked for something, anything that he could use as a weapon, but Hulk rushed forward, ripping the webbing from his face as Spider-Man hung from the folded up bleachers. “Come on big guy, give me your best shot. You can’t smash me!”
“HULK SMASH YOU!” growled Hulk as he rushed forward but Spider-Man swung down, causing Hulk to smash right through the bleachers. This only slowed Hulk down for a moment as Spider-Man turned, shooting from both web shooters, in a futile attempt to wrap the Hulk up. “HULK NOT BE STUCK BY STICKY STUFF!”
The webbing snapped and Hulk reached forward, but Spider-Man slid underneath the legs. Foolishly, he jumped onto the Hulk’s back but Hulk flung him into the ground and leapt into the air, to smash down but Spider-Man slid out of the way. A punch and Spider-Man was knocked right over the upturned table.
Eddie Brock arrived, with a smile. Spider-Man and the Hulk were fighting, this was bigger than he thought. The entire gym had been cleared out as he watched the wall crawler swing around, with the Hulk moving around. He snapped several photos of the battle, as the entire gym was nearly trashed, as Spider-Man looked to be running out of steam just as the Hulk was gaining momentum.
“HULK NOT LIKE THIS!” yelled Hulk as he jumped up but Spider-Man leapt down, nearly collapsing, before he webbed onto a set of speakers and swung them towards Hulk. “HULK JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!”
“Yeah, well that’s not going to happen with the trouble you’ve caused,” admonished Spider-Man but Hulk reached forward and grabbed Spider-Man, but Spider-Man kicked off and leapt up. He shot two strands of webbing and attempted to pull the Hulk up but they snapped. “Well that worked out poorly.”
A flash of the photos caused Spider-Man to turn and see Brock.
“What are you doing here?” demanded Spider-Man as he saw Brock as Hulk stampeded forward. “Got to get you out here.”
“Oh no, not this time, you web crawling creep!” shouted Brock as he leapt out of the way, and Spider-Man swung past him, missing him with Brock holding up his camera triumphantly with a grin on his face, as if he thought he was something because he believed he outsmarted Spider-MAn. “Ha, not going to lose my camera this time…”
“HULK SMASH!” shouted Hulk as he swung his fist, causing Brock to fly to the ground, along with his camera, which shattered from the immense impact of the Hulk’s fist.
“NO!” shouted Brock but Hulk turned and moved right towards Spider-Man, smashing the walls and smashing his way outside the building.
“Come on Hulk, out in the opening, don’t want to collapse the building and kill anyone who might still be in side,” said Spider-Man in desperation and Hulk seemed to take the bate, as they were out into the parking lot. Spider-Man stepped backwards, but the SHIELD helicopters and vehicles arrived, rolling down into the parking lot, before several dozen operatives.
“Fury,” muttered Spider-Man, saying the word as if it disgusted him.
“HULK NOT LIKE AGENT MEN!” shouted Hulk as there were several sonic weapons brought out. “THEY TRY TO HURT HULK!”
“Open fire, take down the Hulk!” shouted Fury, but Spider-Man swung into the way. “Out of the way, kid, this is SHIELD business and I can have you brought in if you interfere.”
“Yeah, you could, but it seems to me like your men are getting a bit trashed,” said Spider-Man as he watched Hulk make mincemeat out of the SHIELD operatives. “Look Fury, we need to find a way to stop the Hulk.”
“Yeah right, listen, kid, leave it up to me, Hulk’s wanted for a little rampage he did,” said Fury. “Swing on home, fight some nutcase in a costume, do something, just stay away from here. The only way to stop the Hulk is to calm him down and good luck in doing that.”
“You mean his powers are fueled by rage,” said Spider-Man.
“Yes, you are a smart one, Parker,” said Fury sarcastically as he rolled his eye.
“I can stop him,” said Spider-Man as the SHIELD agents moved in, throwing gas grenades at the Hulk but the Hulk picked up one of the cars in the parking lot and smashed it down.
“Right,” said Fury disbelievingly but Spider-Man grabbed the weapon he had. “Give that back kid, that’s government property, I could have you locked up for this!”
“Give me ten minutes with the Hulk and I’ll find a way to stop him,” said Spider-Man as he eyed the weapon. “Even if I have to use this, but I doubt I will.”
“Fine, but it’s on your head if he destroys the city even more, Spider-Man,” grumbled Fury. “Men, stand down, Spider-Man wants to try to stop the Hulk. This should be amusing.”
The SHIELD operatives backed up in relief.
“GET OUT OF HULK’S WAY!” shouted the Hulk but Spider-Man refused to stand down.
“No, listen, we’ve got off on a bad foot, Hulk, but I’m not going to try and fight you,” responded Spider-Man calmly. “Look at you, this anger, it’s getting the better of you. I mean, your just playing right into Fury’s hands. You’re better than him.”
“HULK BETTER THAN EYEPATCH!” shouted Hulk as he clenched his fist but he looked at the weapon, which Spider-Man dropped to the ground, with a disapproving look from Fury.
“Attack me, Hulk Smash me, do whatever you want, but I’m not fighting back, unless you put innocent people in danger,” said Spider-Man. “And if you want to be left alone, I’ll help you with that too.”
“PUNY BUG HELP HULK?” asked Hulk and Spider-Man nodded, as Hulk backed off, breathing heavily, as he turned, his anger fading. Fury looked on, but held his commanders off, as Hulk reverted back into Bruce Banner.
“Wait a minute?” thought Spider-Man in absolute shock. “That rampaging monster was really that mild mannered scientist that gave a lecture this afternoon? Well I’ll be, just when you think you know a guy.”
“It happened again, didn’t it?” asked Banner as he turned to Fury. “Well, I guess I’m going to have to be taken in.”
“No Banner, not today,” said Fury as he turned to Banner. “I would but more evidence has come in, that your alter ego might not have been involved after all. Still, keep that temper in check or we might be having another meeting, and this time Spider-Man won’t be able to save you.”
“Yeah nice of you to find this out Fury, after I got knocked around by the jolly green giant there,” thought Spider-Man bitterly.
“Right, Commander, I better get going,” said Banner.
“Come with me to the airport, just as a precaution, wouldn’t want you to have a relapse,” said Fury gruffly and Banner nodded, before they walked to the ground transport. “And we’ll have a nice long talk about keeping your anger in check to keep the Hulk’s appearances limited.”
Spider-Man collapsed on the ground, completely battered, before he pulled himself up. The dance was ruined, but he needed to chance quickly before it was realized that Peter Parker was missing.
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In the home lab of Norman Osborn, there was a loud humming sound, that proceeded with a large explosion that blew the lab door right off of its hinges. Green smoke filled the hallways, as there was a fire that caused the lab to completely burn, claiming the computers in the lab and notes. Several more explosions rang out because of the chemicals in the lab, as the Osborn butler rushed forward.
“MR. OSBORN!” shouted the butler but the fumes had made him light headed and he backed off quickly. He could not see any sign of his employer anywhere, and he turned quickly, to call the authorities, on the change that Norman would still be around.
Had the butler stayed around for a minute longer, he would have seen a figure moving in the shadows, towards a secret exit in the lab. His plans had gone to the letter and now he would be able to move onto the next phase.
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“Peter!” shouted Aunt May as she rushed over to hug her nephew. “I saw what happened at the dance, that awful Hulk person ruining the dance…”
“I’m alright Aunt May, but it’s definitely not something I would want to repeat in the future,” said Peter, wincing. “I would have gotten home sooner, but I had to make sure Gwen got home safely, because who knows what’s out there any more.”
“And who would have protected you, young man?” asked May but Peter just shrugged. “Still, you’re home now, but it must be awful that your night was ruined.”
“I know, Gwen and I were having a good time,” said Peter honestly as he turned to help himself to a late night snack. He hoped that Banner got out of town safely and that he would not be coming back any time soon. He felt he was lucky this time but doubted he would survive another go around with the Hulk.
-
An impressive looking man with dark hair and a black mustache exited a plan, dressed in an Africa safari outfit. The man’s name was Sergei Kravinoff and he was one of the most skilled game hunters in the world. He had brought down many wild and vicious beasts but he looked a photograph of his newest prey.
“So this Spider-Man is supposed to be tough to defeat,” said Kravinoff. “No prey is tougher than Sergei Kravinoff. I will stalk and then I will eliminate him. This Spider-Man will just be another trophy for my collection. The greatest beasts in the world, but none could match the might of Sergei Kravinoff.”
Kravinoff moved from the plane, without another word, he would map out a strategy as he would with any other beast before he moved in for the kill. He never failed to capture his prey and he doubted this Spider-Man would be any different.
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Harry returned home but he stopped in his tracks in shock, when he saw police cars surrounding his house. He quickened his steps before he was stopped by an officer.
“Hold up there, you can’t go in,” said the officer. “Norman Osborn was caught in an explosion in his laboratory, the fire consumed everything inside…”
“WHAT?” asked Harry in absolute shock. “That’s my father…what happened…is he…”
“We don’t know what happened,” said the officer. “There’s been no body found, so nothing is confirmed or denied. There is no sign that he had perished in the lab but I must say it looks highly unlikely that anyone could have survived that explosion. If the explosion didn’t get him, the fumes that place was giving off would. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” said Harry stiffly as he turned around, as if shocked. He had thought of his father to be untouchable, he thought the old man would be around always but if he was dead, than Harry quite frankly did not know what to believe. Strangely, he felt a strange combination of grief and relief. On one hand, it was his father, but on the other hand, he had never been much of a father.
Still, Harry turned to be along, with questions buzzing in his head. There would be no way to determine what had gone wrong until there was investigation but the most obvious thing was that he knew his father and when it came to Norman Osborn’s work, he made no mistakes that could cause such an accident.
This had to be premeditated murder but by whom and why?
