(I just reread the last part...and I realized I end the cliffhangers the same a lot...so I'm gonna work on that!
Recap: It's Halloween and Peter was on house arrest due to an old enemy escaping and planning to come after him. The Avengers went to hunt him down, leaving the arachnid behind. Sucks for them cause Peter left anyways...he's never done good with house arrest.)

Peter had barley made it to Times Square before he was called down to the sidewalk by a passing...fan? Imposter? Who knows. Well, Peter did as soon as he heard the guy in the Spider-Man costume's voice. It took all his will power not to groan out loud and whip a punch out at the costumed teen.

"Spidey!" Flash waved from the sidewalk. He seemed to have just came out to the rutty apartment building to the left, which surprised Peter. Flash had always acted like a rich snob, so the thought of Flash earning his way into Midtown Tech with a scholarship surprised him.

Peter dropped down next to him, trying very hard to ignore their palable height difference. He didn't seem to be in distress. "Flash, what do you want?"

"Shhhhh, Spidey!" He put a finger to his mask in a quiet gesture. "You're gonna give away my secret identity!"

Peter crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow under his own mask. "Do you need something? If you hadn't heard, the Goblin broke out of prison and it's my job to-

"Why am I even telling you this?" Peter sighed and shook his head. "If you haven't seen him I have to be going."

Flash stepped back in fear with a gasp. What? Peter hadn't been that harsh! He rolled his eyes and reached an arm out to stick a web to a building and swing away, but was stopped by Flash screaming at him.

"Spidey look out!"

Then he lunged forward, tackling Peter to the ground just in time for a small projectile to land right where he had been standing. He barley had a second to look at it, but even he wasn't dumb enough to not recognize it. A green and black pumpkin bomb. His spidey sense finally screamed at him, though a little late.

Then the bomb exploded. Peter swore loudly and threw Flash away so that he would take the blunt of the fire. The force of it threw him backwards right into some poor guy's car. The metal crunched under him and three windows blew out, spread glass everywhere. A few cut into his mask, arms and back but the rest of him seemed to be protected.

His ears rung and his vision blurred as his collapsed to the ground. He winced that the sharp little pieces under him and the brand-new pain in his back and head. People were screaming and there was a lot of movement as they made a mad rush to get away. A car flipped near him and Peter lay in a painful heap, unable to do anything about it.

Someone called his name. Well, not Peter Parker's name, but Spider-Man's. They sounded a bit frantic. Peter groaned and rolled to his side, pushing the ground away with his hand until he was standing unsteadily. He held onto the car for support as he rubbed the ringing away and blinked his vision clear.

"Spidey!" Flash whisper-yelled from behind the car Peter had accidentally destroyed. He poked his head out comically, eyes wide. "You okay man?"

Peter grunted in acknowledgement. He had just been saved by Flash Thompson. Technically he had saved the bully afterward, so they were even, but still...owing your forever bully your life wasn't a good feeling. He, on the other hand, was looking at Peter like he was a living legend. Wow, he really was a fan.

Dark chuckling drew his attention to the sky. The light hum of a hover bat blanketed the mostly empty street. They were about a block away from Times Square, so it was almost ghostly to see everything so empty. Peter's only reassurance that people hadn't deserted the city was the few peaking eyes from behind curtains in the apartments above.

Flash let out a little squeal of fear as he beheld the creature before them. The huge Goblin tilted his head back and forth, grinning a joyous grin that should have been saved for...well, whenever Peter wasn't in the room was fine. The green monster couldn't quite challenge the Hulk, but he was pretty damn close in size. His bald toady green head carried a strange metal headband around it, like they wore at the prison to keep their...special cases under control. It seemed to be working for him now.

The thing that used to be Norman Osborn rubbed his gloved hands together and they sparked with electricity that they generated. Peter took a step back, pushing Flash behind him with a hand. As much as he disliked the guy, he didn't deserve to be killed by Peter's old enemy.

"Spider-Man...finally," the Green Goblin sneered happily. "I shouldn't have bothered looking for you. I knew you would try to come after me eventually. For a spider, you are very prone to falling into other's traps. Especially now that you don't have your babysitters around to take care of you."

Peter fumed silently. "They're my teammates, you-"

"I could care less," he interrupted carelessly. Peter clenched his fists at the nerve of the smart man turned monster. "But they are gone and you...you are all alone."

And this is the part where I get him to talk about his evil plan to feed his evil ego so that Flash the idiot can escape.

"Who says I can't beat you by myself? I have before, haven't I?" Peter slipped his smirk into his voice. Norman growled lowly and glared hotly at him.

"This time is different, little spider. I have been preparing for months for this moment. For my revenge. And after that, I will destroy whatever is left of SHIELD and your precious Avengers. Rest assured, you will not have to watch it all, knowing that it is all your fault."

Peter only half listened as he and Flash silently struggled. He tried to flick him away and motion towards an empty alley but the stubborn boy stayed put. His eyes pleaded with Peter. What? Did he want to help? How the hell did he plan to do that? He was just a kid!

...though so was Peter...

It sparked an idea in the arachnid's brain as the Goblin finished his short threat. "Norman, I know you're in there. You may be a dick, but you're not a criminal. You have a son. You have to get back to him! Harry has been all alone for months. Think about him! I know you care about him, whether you admit it to yourself or not."

"Harry?" the thing laughs. "Harry Osborn? He was no son of mine. Do not worry, bug, he has been taken care of."

"W-What?" Peter stuttered. Flash gripped his arm tightly. Peter was about to brush him away before he realized that Flash was only trying to support him when he had stumbled. Peter glared darkly at the form hovering above them. "What have you done to Harry, you creep?"

"He was the only defect in my plan. Harry Osborn is no longer a problem."

"N-No," Peter froze in shock. "NO! You're lying! Norman could never hurt his son!"

Flash clutched his arm with both hands in an attempt to keep him grounded, literally. The Goblin chuckled at his ignorance. "Norman Osborn in dead. I am the Goblin!"

(a/n Oof he is soooo dead now you better run bitch *evil laughter*)

Peter gaped, numb with shock. It soon turned to anger then fierce rage. "You son of a-"

Flash jerked him away as the Goblin lunged joyfully for the kill. The green beast barley missed them and instead plunged into the glass window of a corner store. Shards blasted inside, causing the two people inside to scream in fear. They cowered in the corner, trying to be as small as possible as the large figure stood menacingly and glared back out the window.

Their screams brought Peter out of his rage in an instant, his eyes unclogging, though his mind still muddled. Flash pinched him in the arms to bring him back to the present.

"Ouch!" He protested and slapped the teen away. "Cut that out, I gotta go!"

Flash yelled something that Peter didn't catch as he leaped gracefully into the trashed store, landing on on of the few clean spots on the floor. The Goblin grinned at him, as if glad he had joined the party. The old Chinese store owner tried in vain to protect his wife on the ground as the two faced off western-style.

"Oh, bug, you could not image what-"

Peter didn't give him the chance to finish. The arachnid jumped at him like a cat, aiming a powerful punch at his torso. The Goblin reacted too slowly to avoid it, flying backwards straight through the wall of the poor store. He splayed our in the middle of the street, seemingly surprised.

Peter glanced back to help the civilians, but Flash was already on the case. The arachnid tilted his head in astonishment as the bully talked in calming tones and helped the man support his wife as they walked out. Flash still wore his costume, though he seemed to have lost his mask.

Peter was weirdly...proud of Flash for once. And he wasn't hating him. What the heck?

The Goblin let out something between a groan and a growl as he sat up from his own personal
crater. Spider-Man was immediately back to focusing on his enemy as the monster stood. Goblin cracked his head to each side, then both of his knuckles. He chuckled to himself as if sharing a private joke.

"Was that supposed to be intimidating?" He raised an eyebrow, hoping it translated through the mask as he spider-crouched.

His enemy glared at him with hate filled eyes and he roared loud enough that Peter was sure his eyebrows would have been sheared straight off if he hadn't been wearing a mask. "I'll take that as a yes?"

Then they collided.

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Flash Thompson had never thought his life would get this interesting. Or actually mean anything at all. Spider-Man new his name. Spider-Man! This was both the greatest and worst day of his life. The greatest because he got to team up with the best superhero ever. The worst because he was useless as his hero got beat on by a spiked hulk.

The best he could do was keep the innocents of New York away. The two super beings fought all the way to Times Square, leaving a path of destruction in their wake, no matter how hard Spider-Man tried to avoid it. The hero did succeed in getting everyone out of the way, except for himself, that is.

"Move it people!" Thompson cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted. Everyone was more than happy to comply, abandoning cars, apartments and bikes in their haste to leave.

"Hey, Goby!" Spidey yelled in an attempt to draw Norman's attention from the cowering innocents. "The big green monster pageant was last week. Hulk won. Ya missed it!"

He got a taxi thrown at him in return, which Flash noticed he barley dodged. He was slowing down from getting punched, thrown and hit by things the Goblin dealt out. For once, Flash was worried he might loose. Impossible, was his immediate after thought. He can't loose. He's Spider-Man for God's sake!

Right?

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Michelle groaned in boredom. Peter had promised he would be over to hang out by then. Even Ned was falling asleep on the couch as he mindlessly scrolled through channels. They were supposed to be playing Magic the Gathering by then. MJ blames him for getting her into it, so he had better come to actually play.

"He should have been here by now," Ned complained out loud. Then he gasped when something hit him. "What if he's still in house arrest? What if the Avengers died so he will never be off house arrest? What if FRIDAY keeps I'm locked in there forever? What if we never see him again? What if-"

"Ned stop!" MJ snapped suddenly, throwing a hand out to emphasize. She looked slightly panicked which was really unlike her. It unnerved Ned more than he liked to say.

"Jeez, sorry, I was only being dramatic because I'm bored-"

"Not that!" She dived for the remotes hat he had been using automatically. "Give that to me, knucklehead!"

She swiped it from his hand swiftly and went back a few channels like a mad woman. Ned scooted back a little, wary. She finally found the one she wanted and gasped. Ned watched in horror ad his best friend, aka Spider-Man, fell to the asphalt headfirst before being kicked clear across Times Square by a-a-something.

"Shit, you freaking idiot," MJ swore and leaped up and over the couch, scavenging for something and hastily putting her cargo boots on. They went surprisingly well with the Rey getup.

"Let's go, Leeds, don't just sit there!" She yelled and tossed him something. It flew in his direction, hitting him in the nose. He yelled and fell backwards off the couch. Ned moaned and rubbed his face before glancing down at the metal rod she had thrown.

"What the heck am I suppose to do with this?" He shouted in confusion as she tossed him his coat and slipped her own on.

MJ looked back in slight annoyance and flicked her wrist out. Ned briefly recognized the vibranium rod that extended from her hand to make a full length staff.

"Use that if brain of yours, Ned! We don't have time for this," she hissed and flung the door open in a flurry, strutting out like a snow queen.

Her friend scrambled to zip up his jacket over his costume and tie up his laves with trembling hands. He glanced back at the television briefly to see the news helicopter swing back around to get a better view. The creature looked over Peter from where he lay against a crushed vendor cart. It's lips curled and he reached down for Spider-Man, only to have his fist encased in webs. Peter sprung to life, wrapping one hand around the other to form one thick glove. Then he pushed off of the cart, shoving the monster back with both feet.

Ned pumped his fist when the thing jerked around and its head dragged thirty feet on cement. "Yes!"

"Ned come on!"

He quickly complied, turning off the lights as to not anger his mother, and slipping the lightsaber from Wakanda in his pocket.

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YEETETH. I updated. Omg. Sorry this is beginning to be a once a month thing but life sucks sooooo.

But I got my phone back so there's that?? Let's see if I can keep it for more than two weeks this time.

Also, what is your guys's opinions on new Flash?

- Wanda