(Holy shit you guys it took you ten minutes to get that story to 100k reads...y'all are amazing thank you.
Recap: Peters in the middle of a fight with the Goblin, the Avengers are gone, Flash is being nice and MJ and Ned are on their way to the fight. *rubs hands together* Hold on to your seats.)

Peter was done. Or he would have been if he allowed himself too. But with the innocents fearful looks on the sidelines, he was plenty motivated. Even if he couldn't see straight and his mask was ripped half off. And ignoring the fact that he couldn't hear from one ear. Also that his nose felt like a river of blood and he was pretty sure he lost a tooth. Other than that he was perfectly fine.

Yep. Everything was fine.

The Goblin smirked at his efforts that had turned out futile. Did this guy even get tired? Seriously Peter had got some pretty good hits in and he looked fine! Had he become invulnerable in prison or something. Jesus, Peter hoped not. Normal Goblin was bad enough.

Yet the arachnid stood before him waveringly, clutching his right elbow that wouldn't stop buzzing. Now was not the time to hit his funny spot. Was that even what it was called. He didn't know anymore.

Peter spat blood from his ripped mask and glared up at the Goblin. "That all you got? Cause y'know if you're getting tired we can call it a day..."

"Not particularly, bug," he responded, the teen's humor not at all wasted on him.

Peter's spider sense gave him just enough time to glance behind him before the Goblin glider hit the small of his back, pitching him foreword. The arachnid yelled in surprise and pain before his head slammed on the ground, abruptly cutting him off.

He was confused and disoriented when his legs didn't follow. Maybe the glider cut them off, he thought drunkenly, resisting the urge to giggle. His spider sense one again brought him back to sanity as he rose into the air as if levitating until hit head was a foot above the ground. He twisted around and felt his feet caught before he saw the Goblin holding him up in front of the monster's face. The Goblin chuckled.

I'm seriously going to punch him if he does that again...Peter tried to think threateningly. He sounded more like a lazy teenager, even to himself.

"If you're getting tired..." the Goblin rumbled menacingly. "I can kill you now and not do this ever again."

Peter only glared silently, all jokes ran out of him but pale fear and exhaustion.

Well, almost all jokes. "Aw, but I thought we had a pretty good thing going here."

The Goblin bared his teeth and raised an electric gloved fist. Peter flinched but didn't make any other move to dodge it. After all, how could he? The boy was quite literally in the villain's grasp. Blood ran back up his nose making him cough hard. His jaw ached. He was officially finished. Done with life. It had never really been nice to him anyways.

The Goblin didn't move for a few seconds, rethinking his decision. His gloved fist went down and his bare hand went up to Peter's unprotected mask. That's when he really started struggling.

"Hey, I know we're making progress here but I don't think we're ready to take that step-" it came out a little slurred and he had to shut himself up when he started hacking blood. That was a great sign. The Goblin seemed to find his self destruction amusing. He pinched the edge of his mask and started to pull it up...

But he didn't make us past Peter's nose. A large red brick flew out of nowhere and conked him on the head, causing it to jerk to the side. The Goblin roared in outrage and both the hero and the villain twisted to face the monster's would-be attacker.

'Flash' Eugene Thompson stood with his Spider-Man costume on and he had found his mask. Peter groaned quietly. That idiot was going to get himself killed. Stop helping! Why was this so hard?

"Hey! You-uh-Goblin!" He yelled in challenge. Stop helping! "You mess with Spider-Man, you mess with me ya dickhead!"

Aaaaaand we're all gonna die, Peter thought rolling his eyes. The blood had started to rush to his head, making his struggling weaker and his mind dizzier. Could his mind be dizzy? Or was that just a physical thing?

If he had his hands he would have slapped himself. Head in the game Parker! Even though the game sucked.

"Very intimidating," the Goblin rumbled sarcastically. He had a sense of humor?

"Heh," Peter snorted drunkenly in an attempt to divert his attention again, hoping Flash the idiot would take his chance and run. "It looks like I'm rubbing off on you Normie."

The Goblin only rolled his eyes as the arachnid continued to weakly twist around. God, he must have looked pathetic. And sounded pathetic. At least there weren't many reporters around aside from the helicopters.

Oh shit he was on the news.

The news that his aunt could see.

The news that Tony could see.

If the Goblin didn't kill him Mr. Stark definitely will.

"Leave now." The Goblin commanded Flash. "Or I will make this Spider watch as I kill you."

Peter stared wide-eyed at the dressed up bully sending an obvious message. Get out of here. He either didn't notice it didn't care. So much for respect for his mentor.

"You're not killing anyone, buddy," a new voice joined confidently. "Especially not that loser."

Peter closed his eyes and sighed loudly. He mumbled to himself, "Kill me. Just kill me now."

MJ stood glaring to the left with her vibranium staff pointed at the Goblin's face. She looked more confident than Captain America on the battlefield. Was that even possible? It was probably her Star Wars costume, but she looked really good too. Like really good.

Yep, Peter could feel the blood in his ears now. He probably wasn't thinking straight.

He almost missed Ned cowering behind her holding his lightsaber turned off. Flash glanced at them in surprise. "What the hell are you nerds doing here?"

"Back off Thompson," she snapped, eyes glued to the larger threat.

"Now?" Peter croaked and slowly let his eyelids drool over his line of sight. Nope! They snapped back open immediately. No blacking out for you Spider-Man. Who else would keep the fight interesting? Cause his friends - and Flash - were a snack to the Goblin.

"Sorry," MJ smirked.

"If you ask if I'm hanging in there," Peter tilted his head to look at her. "I'm just going to leave."

"Oh my god," Ned facepalmed.

The Goblin growled, annoyed that he was not longer the center of attention. "And what do you brats plan to do? Poke me? Throw little pieces of rock? Ha! You are powerless...but I am not. And I...I am going to enjoy this."

"Y'know Goby, trash talk is...is much more effective when you don't speak with your mouth full," Peter told him, attempting to tilt himself up.

The villain stared down at him in slight confusion but mostly irritation. "Wha-"

He choked as he ate Peter's webbing. The arachnid was dropped painfully on his arm, making him gasp. But he was free from the Goblin so that was a plus.

He rolled away when his nemesis roared in outrage and brought his mighty fists down on the spot where he had fallen. The pavement cracked. That's when Peter realized how much shit he and his friends were in right then. They needed back up. They needed the Avengers.

...whoa when did 'they' become a thing?

"Get out of here!" Peter hissed loudly at the three teens. He must not have looked very threatening seeing as he wasn't able to stand right.

He twisted around and shot webbing in the Goblins eyes then added another layer to make sure it stayed for a while. The arachnid stuck a web to the monster's foot and jerked them out from under him before proceeding to cover Goby and the ground around him in a white cocoon.

Yeah, he was done.

The arachnid fell to his knees, clutching his aching arm. He was pretty sure he had dislocated it when he had been dropped. Not good. All three of his classmates gasped in worry and ran up to him while civilians peaked out of buildings, each one thinking, was it over? Peter, on the other hand, knew that it wouldn't hold him for long.

"Pe-!" Ned almost yelled on his way before he was elbowed roughly in the side by MJ. "Sp-Spider-Man! Holy shit, are you okay?"

"Jeez, language...kid," he groaned. MJ reaches and hand out for support with Flash. Peter leaned on him, head drooped tiredly. Still, he looked up at them and gave them a reassuring bloody grin through his ripped mask. "I appreciate the help, but you three have to leave. This is dangerous and you can't help me."

"Yes we can," Flash told him, pulling his mask off. MJ and Ned looked at him in surprise, just figuring out who it was. He continued, "Look, you already practically beat him!"

As he said it, a large strand of webbing snapped under the Goblin's struggles.

"Uh...almost?" Flash corrected.

"We can help come up with a plan," MJ offered, shooting a glare at Flash.

Ned spotted the fight coming and waved to get their attention. "Guy, stop! Can't we work together just this once? This is life and death, okay? And right now it looks like the odds of death are like in the seventies, so just shut up and let's help Spider-Man."

Amen to that, Peter thought, resisting a grin since they could now see his face. Ned has no idea what he's capable of. Maybe MJ or Flash thought they were leading this little band, but Ned certainly has control.

...because...it's really all about control...

"I have an idea," he announced. "But I'm going to need your three's help. Before you say yes, it's going to be dangerous. Not just not, but for the rest of your lives. My enemies are going to think your my friends and they might come after. I'll try to protect you, but you'll always be in danger. So if you say yes right now, you're agreeing to that."

MJ didn't hesitate. "I've got nothing to lose, anyways."

Peter wondered what she meant by that, but now wasn't the time.

Ned winced, but agreed too. "My mama is definitely going to kill me."

Flash looked slightly torn. Peter was sure he had people he cares about, but he wanted to help his hero too.

"You don't have to," Peter told him gently.

"No..." he shook his head and put his mask back on. "No, it's fine. You would do it right? Heck, you are doing it...I want to help."

"Okay," he huddled them closer. "Follow my instructions very carefully, got it? We can't afford things to go wrong-"

Before he could finish, the Goblin exploded from his white cocoon, eyes locking on the four dangerously. Peter quickly muttered the plan to MJ and pushed all of them away. She nodded and pulled them away from the street. He trusted her to tell them their part or the plan.

"Ready for round two, bug?"

...Peter tried to resist it this time. He really did. But... "Nice mustache. The white really brings out the ugly on your face."

But making people angry just came so naturally to him, he thought with a fond smile as he got ready to catapult himself down the street.

Plan A was a go.

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Damn, this was gonna be the last one, but next time I guess. Here's the update I promised you! Hoped you liked it! There will be another one tonight (in the morning? Afternoon? Idk time zones) cause y'all are so amazing.

Also the picture on the top is so adorable tikesijndyhjtseyk I can't.

- Wanda