The Goblin

"What did you DO!?" Harry yelled frantically as he waved his gun at me.

"Mr. Osborn. Please calm down." I say as I

"Calm Down! You killed my father!!!"

"No. I didn't. The Green Goblin did." I lie… somewhat. Technically all I am doing is doing what Ben Kenobi did to Luke on Harry.

"He kidnapped your father and brought him to an abandoned Construction site. When I tried to save him, Green Goblin …. He killed him Harry… And I am so sorry I couldn't save him…"

"But… You… Why are you dressed like a villain?" he asks, trying to make some sense out of this jumbled mess. I can see tears brimming in his eyes as he slowly lowers his gun.

"Umm… Funny story… Green Goblin is actually my dad, so I decided to try to counter act his reign of terror by becoming a hero with his motif. Obviously the Goblin theme may reduce my likeability, but I don't really care." I say with a shrug.

He slumps into one of the chair in the corner of the room.

"So the Green Goblin killed my Father?"

"He did." I reply.

"Is Green Goblin still out there?"

"No. He isn't. He died at the same time as your father."

"Who killed him?" He asks me finally, staring at me in determination, almost daring me to lie.

"Me."

He just nods and simply stares at the floor.

"I would suggest that you call the police to report the Murder, but if you need time…" I left the sentence hanging, knowing he knew what I was saying.

He just stared at the floor.

I just sigh, heading out to the balcony where I left Spider-Man; I pick him up again and hop on the Glider, controlling the other to follow behind. While not easy to do, it is still doable.

Flying to my room, I open the window and slip in; making sure the door was locked so Harry wouldn't come in. He thinks Alex Osborn is at an Oscorp Business conference. It may be past midnight, but he believed me when I told him at about 11:00 while I was flying over to confront the Green Goblin.

What can I say he was never very business Savvy… or Science savvy either.

Here I am using the word Savvy in a sentence, wow.

Anyway, Spidey and I fly into my room and I open up the secret door to my workshop.

"Welcome to my humble abode!" I say

"Whoa…" He mumbles in shock.

The Workshop is rather simple, it is literally just a eight foot tall, by five foot wide, by about twenty to thirty foot long. On the far end of the workshop was my desk, surrounded by dozens of blue prints, half disassembled Goblin Gadgets, and a variety of tools. Next to it was a series of hooks it the wall where I could put my armor when it isn't in use, and a place to store a variety of gadgets.

About half way down the room was a place I would be able to set my glider, unfortunately because I had yet to actually build my glider and had to borrow Norman's, the stand was empty.

After that, the walls were used to hold a variety of projects I was working on, an EMP device, a sonic paralyzer similar to what Obadiah used in Iron Man, and a few other devices were set on shelves, or hanging on the wall.

"Whoa… This is… Wow." Spider-Man said as he removed his mask.

"Eh. It works. I'm hoping on doing some renovating in the bas.e.m.e.nt at a later date, maybe make a Goblin Cave or something."

He just looked at me funny.

Oh yeah, DC doesn't exist in this universe as a comic book. Forgot about that little tidbit.

Waving his confused stare off, I start taking my armor off.

Under my suit, I wore a simple outfit of a tank top and basketball shorts. What can I say? They were comfortable, more comfortable than wearing jeans in that thing.

Setting the two Glider's off to the side, I grab a few medical supplies from my desk and start working on Peter's wounds.

"You should probably call MJ, She is probably freaking out right now." I say as I cut the web cast off his leg with the claws on my finger tips.

"Oh yeah! Right!"

He may be a genius, but he can sure be forgetful.

Calling MJ, he lets me start working on his leg, grabbing a small Adamantine dagger from my desk and cut the web. Looking at his wounds, I stare in shock as the deep gashes and bruises that were there are nearly gone. The bruises were completely healed and the gashes looked like little scratches almost.

Shaking myself from my stupor, I make sure the bone was set correctly (He screamed a bit, good thing he hung up with MJ already.)

"You could have warned me!"

"Oops?" is all I say as I grab some gauze to wrap the leg in.

"You have an incredible healing factor Pete, in a week that will be almost totally gone. Tomorrow morning you will tell your aunt you sprained your ankle and a friend told you to wear this boot for a while." I say as I hand him a medical boot. "This will keep the bone straight till it heals, I'm guessing you will need it for about… three days? Four tops. I have honestly never seen a healing factor quite like yours before, so it could be shorter or longer. My best advice would be to come back here in about three days and we will see how you are doing. Oh, and come through the lobby as Peter Parker? Don't come swinging through the window as Spider-Man. I'll let Bernard know you are welcome here."

"Bernard?"

"Our Butler." Is all I say while tossing him some of my spare clothes, I turn around letting him have some privacy while he changed.

"You have a butler?"

"Yup."

"Go figure Harry didn't tell me about that…"

"In his defense, he was trying to pull off the average kid look, not the spoiled rich kid look, so telling you he had a butler would kind of ruin that."

Turning back around once he let me know he was finished changing, I hand him something I had just finished.

"This is your new Oscorp I.D. card. Should you need to work on anything, just give me a call and I can set you up somewhere no-one is working. Its picture has a unique feature of switching between your picture and Spider-Man's. To change it to Spider-Man's picture, just say Arachnid, to change it back say Bug."

"Dude…. You were serious?!"

"Umm… yeah? You need a lot more padding than some left over Spandex from the Theater department at school, Oscorp can help you with that and with a whole lot of other stuff. New and improved web fluid, new suit, or at least improved, a little more tech? Oscorp can help if you let us."

"I…I… Ok. I accept. This is too good of a chance to pass up!"

"I thought you'd say that." I said as I clap his shoulder. "Now let's get you home before your Aunt gets worried."