Chapter 60: On These Vulture Wings Part Two

Chapter Sixty: On these Vulture Wings Part Two:

Silence was bliss.

It was not however something that a certain web slinger could deal with. His fingers twitched, approximately ten minutes after that weapon had launched down. Spider-Man struggled to his feet, his head ringing as he collapsed right to his knees.

“That was about ten times worse than Shocker and he packs quite a punch,” thought Spider-Man groggily as he was just able to shake off the majority of the attack but there were lingering after effects. “Got to find the Vulture...got to get rid of this splitting headache too....thankfully that didn't kill anyone, although its going to be a while before they are getting up.

Weakly and gingerly, Spider-Man staggered from side to side. He had been nailed pretty hard by some powerful foes but this seemed to be worse.

“How, am going to fight an entire plane?” thought Spider-Man. “Especially one that has those weapons. Vulture is linked into the plane. He can see and hear me coming. I've got to move quickly. I might not have another chance.”

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High above the city, plane continued to move, as people moved in terror. The military was being called but it was a delicate situation. After so many people were slaughtered when Electro went on his rampage the previous month, New York was not ready for another super villain to lord over them.

“Osborn, I know you're in this city somewhere!” echoed the voice of Adrian Toomes throughout the city. “I could care less about all of these peons, its you I wish to dispose with Osborn! I'll rip this entire city to pieces with your little toy, if you don't surrender yourself to me! I want to take everything that you took from me back, with interest! OSBORN, QUIT HIDING!”

Several razor sharp claw like implements blasted from the side of the plane and clung right to the building. The concrete cracked, as The Vulture continued to fly over the town, in an attempt to locate its prey. The tracking system was implemented but it turned up negative.

“This thing must not be properly calibrated,” grumbled Toomes, as he moved around on the keyboard, and punched in a few commands. “Its not picking up Osborn. Once I figure out how to properly access the tracking module, he'll know everything I've lost.”

A blip appeared on the radar and something swung right through the city. Toomes shifted the plane high as he spotted Spider-Man.

“So, the insect still wishes to foil my plans,” said Vulture, as he pressed a yellow triangle on the panel. “I have no time for games.”

Spider-Man swung from side to side on the outside and a giant net blasted from the beak of the Vutlture. He avoided the attack and he swung right, before he jumped right upon the front of the plane. However, he quickly began to slip and slide, as he struggled to maintain his footing.

“Osborn must have coated this with something, that keeps me from being able to stick,” thought Spider-Man as he managed to spiral out of control as his grip slipped. The plane rose up above the buildings in the city and moved ever so higher, as Spider-Man managed to cushion his fall somewhat on a patch of grass. “Well no broken bones...at least nothing big.”

Spider-Man continued his pursuit of the plane but the Vulture accerlated forward and sent three minature orbs from the back of it. The orbs shot metal cables, to wrap around Spider-Man and began to move in opposite directions. He struggled, to prevent himself from being ripped in four different directions, drawn and quartered in mid air.

“Got to do something,” thought Spider-Man in pain as felt the strain on his limbs. “These things are going to rip me....got it!”

Spider-Man gave a tug and it swung all three of the orbs into the building where they completely smashed open from the impact and once again, the web slinger continued, as the Vulture continued on his manic, single minded persuit to take down Norman Osborn.

“I can't believe I'm trying to save Osborn after what he's done...oh wait, he's cured, allegedly, he doesn't remember anything, but still, its a hard one to swallow,” thought Spider-Man bitterly. “Still, the innocent people too and the fact that the right thing to do has to balance out my personal objections about one man.”

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Liz Allan sat on the cushioned chair in her bedroom, right in front of the computer, almost bored. Granted the streaming video footage of the latest super villain struggle featuring Spider-Man that was currently broadcasted over the Internet was a momentarily distraction from the dull day, but as a life long New Yorker, she was beginning to get desentized to any excitement that came with such strangeness.

Right now her parents were out, her step brother had just began some kind of work program as a requirement to complete his science degree in chemistry, Harry was in Europe, and her other friends were otherwise preoccupied. It was a rather boring day and she was hoping for something, anything to make it a bit more interesting.

The cell phone right to the side of her desk rang and she picked it up immediately, desperate for something to add something of substance to her day.

“Liz?” asked the voice of Harry Osborn on the other end of the phone, sounding a bit panicked and somewhat out of it as well.

“Harry, I didn't think you'd be back before now,” said Liz in excitement. “You weren't supposed to be back from Europe for another week. Where are you now?”

“In jail,” said Harry in a small voice and there was a long silence. “Liz?”

“You're where?” asked Liz.

“Jail, I got arrested at the airport, they opened my suitcase...I really need bail, please,” said Harry. “Its ten thousand dollars.”

“Harry, I don't have that kind of money lying around,” said Liz as she still tried to wrap her hand that her boyfriend was in jail. She wondered what on earth he could have done.

“In my room I do, spare change under the mattress you know, there should be enough right there, I know, I had to...well I had to be creative with where company funds when I was in charge,” stated Harry as he slightly slurred his speech and made it difficult to understand. “If Dad finds out he'll kill me.”

“Why are you in jail?” pressed Liz, many questions were on her mind but she went for the most obvious one's.

“Please, get the money and I'll tell you everything,” said Harry. “I need to tell you where....hang on....”

Liz sighed, she had wanted the day to be a bit more interesting, but this was not exactly what she had in mind at all.

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“If I can't find Osborn, I guess I'm going to have to put his little toy to good use,” said Toomes, as piloted the plane over the city as he speculated where he could go next. There were many possiblities, any of them would be acceptable to replicate the wealth he lost when Osborn swindled him.

A beeping sound on the radar indicated that he had company of the spider sort.

“Don't want to give up?” echoed the booming voice of the Vulture, as Spider-Man continued to circle around the plane, as he swung around.

“Knock me out of the sky if you can, Vulture!” called Spider-Man as he continued to hit the side of the plane as he circled around the webbing.

“You will learn who these skies belong to!” shouted Vulture, as a small miniature laser erupted from the beak of the plane and shot a stream of fire, which sliced right through the webbing and caused Spider-Man to spiral right towards the ground but he managed to readjust his footing.

“Man, this plane has more gadgets than Iron Man,” thought Spider-Man. “This isn't going to be a battle that you can win on your own.”

Two police helicopters moved in and aimed their weapons right at the plane and began to open fire, but they were heavily outmatched. Two rocket blasts ripped right through the air and connected with the helicopters, to knock them right off balance. As he zipped from side to side, Spider-Man had managed to rescue the occupants fo the two vehicles and set them down gently.

“We're fine!” shouted one of the pilots. “Go get him Spidey and don't go easy on him!”

Spider-Man managed to launch himself right into the air with a somersault and land right on one of the eyes of the Vulture plane. The web slinger struggled valiantly to get a grasp.

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Inside, Toomes recoiled in slight pain, as it felt like a blunt force trauma had hit him square in the eye. Angrily, he smashed a triangular yellow button.

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Two miniature turrents jutted from the plane and began to fire an array of bullets right at Spider-Man, who managed to avoid getting showered with bullets. He shot a line of webbing right onto a lightpost as the Vulture moved on his merry way, as if Spider-Man was just an annoyance that he had to swat away.

“Okay, Spidey, you're not going to go toe to toe with a plane about twenty times your size,” thought Spider-Man. “You're going to have to use your brain. Outsmart the bird. Its not going to be easy, Toomes is rather sharp, he would have had to be to invent that state of the art technology but if I play on his obsession with Osborn, I might have him.”

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Liz slipped right into Harry's room quickly. There was something rather uneasy about the fact that she was pretty much responsible for getting ahold of this money that Harry had underneath his bed without being caught by his father or anyone else. It was a rather small favor that Norman Osborn seemed to be preoccupied with the entire Vulture situation. She took a careful step down the hallway and opened Harry's room. It had the obvious signs of a room that had not been slept in in over a month.

There was a loud crunch and Liz jumped, before she realized she had stepped on something that was underneath Harry's desk. She pulled it out and looked at it, with widened eyes. It was a half empty bottle of pescription pain kills and she only took a step forward, before she saw four more bottles in various states on the floor, hidden half hazardly, as if Harry only had a token effort.

“Harry, what were you into?” muttered Liz, this was something that left her flabbergasted but given Harry's wild swings in behavior, she suspected that he should have been obvious that he was on something. The pieces all fit. She was half tempted to go into the closet but she did not. Both for the fact that it would be invading Harry's privacy a bit too much and she was afraid of what she would fine in their. She saw a few pescriptions filled out and could not help but see that they were from different doctors. Whatever Harry had, he got technically legally, not that was any comfort given the number of pills that were visible from a token look.

“It's a wonder Harry's dad didn't find any of these things,” thought Liz. “Of course, he's never around, never was. No wonder Harry's so messed up...oh well don't jump to conclusions, but this looks bad. I better let him explain what's going on.”

Liz pulled back the mattress and saw more pescription notes underneath, from various doctors and several more bottles some used, some not but she collected the money that Harry needed.

“I can't believe he just left this stuff lying around,” thought Liz. “Unless he was so far gone...I don't know what I should do, but I better get him out and worry about it later.”

Liz slipped from the room, not able to stomach being in there a second longer and afraid that she might find something else in there.

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The plane of the Vulture whipped right through the air, as the roof of a building was cut off. The precious jewels inside were quickly lifted. Toomes looked on with pride, as the loot was collected. It was the third jewerly store he robbed and he would make a fortune nearly as large as the money that Osborn swindled him out of. He wished to find Osborn soon, it was a matter of pride that he took him down. As he piloted the plane to look for another place to knock off, a pair of trash cans flung through the air and smashed against the front of the plane. It caused no damage, but it was not a minor annoyance.

“Still looking for Osborn?” asked Spider-Man and suddenly, the Vulture's attention was right on Spider-Man. “Well, guess what, you dim witted canary, I know where he is and you still can't find one man in that plane. Must be senility setting in.”

“STOP HIDING HIM, SPIDER-MAN!” bellowed Toomes as his voice echoed throughout the city. “Give me Osborn and I might kill you quickly.”

“Man, if I had a quarter for every super villain that gave me that offer, I'd be a very rich friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,” replied Spider-Man dully. “Now, if you want Osborn, all you have to do is catch me, if you can!”

Spider-Man spiralled into the air and swung high above the city, giving acobratic feets, as the plane fired up and Spider-Man waved at the plane, taunting the Vulture.

“Come on, you can do better than that!” shouted Spider-Man, as Vulture fired two rockets. Spider-Man shot a line of webbing around each of them and swung them up, where they spiralled right into the air and blew up far above the city. Vulture directed the plane, a yellow net shooting out but Spider-Man dodged out of the way. “So close, yet so far? Come on, Toomes, do you need me to paint a large neon bullseye on me? Maybe you should put on a pair of glasses so you can see better. Eyesight has to be getting pretty bad by now!”

“Stop it, don't mock me!” yelled Vulture as he continued to fire and blast towards Spider-Man who continued to move around in an unpredictable manner. “I'm sick and tired of you making these cracks about my age.”

“Ah, is someone getting cranky?” asked Spider-Man mockingly. “Maybe you need a little nap!”

Vulture gave out an anguished cry and he continued his pursuit of Spider-Man, who dodged around the corner, right where a net of webbing was latched between two sturdy structures. The plane flew right into the web net, but Spider-Man jumped out of the way and he shot several more lines of webbing in a rapid fire fashion.

“All trapped and nowhere to go,” said Spider-Man, as he looked at the Vulture's attempts to free the plane. “Wrapped up this one nicely, didn't we?”

The plane suddenly appeared to heat up and the webbing began to dissolve quickly, before it turned around and a claw like arm retracted from the plane, before it latched onto Spider-Man. The web head was caught off guard and began to struggle frantically but the loud booming laughter of the Vulture echoed from an insane distrance.

“Hard to breath,” thought Spider-Man. “This metal is stronger, stronger than my spider strength!”

“It's the end game for you, Spider-Man,” thundered Vulture as he continued to put the squeeze on the web slinger, but he managed to slip his arm free. “Now, where is Osborn?”

“I don't know,” gasped Spider-Man as he struggled.

“You tried to fool me,” echoed the amplified voice of the Vulture as several sharp blades retracted, and looked about seconds away to slice Spider-Man right to ribs. “YOU TRIED TO DECEIVE ME! Well, Spider-Man, you've just dug your own grave. I've got you now!”

Spider-Man swung his legs backwards and swung up in an attempt to get free. The arm shifted and both of the feet connected with the side panel, right in the auditory sensors.

Vulture gave a pain scream, as the claw released Spider-Man and caused him to spiral to the ground, before he swung upwards, and he pulled himself up, to hang upside down.

“Interesting, those sensors work both ways, the right way and the wrong way,” thought Spider-Man, as he swung around, before he drilled a huge elbow right into the side of the auditory sensors. He continued to bounce his feet right off the sensors again and again.

“STOP IT, YOU FOOL!” shouted Vulture in a pained voice, as he felt like he was getting kicked in the ear repeatedly again and again.

“YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?” shouted Spider-Man right into the auditory sensor and Vulture screamed, as the sensor blew and the plane learched, as it began to fly awkwardly out of control.

Spider-Man pulled himself up and just barely managed to latch onto the side, before he pried it open, before he saw the Vulture slumped over, detatched from the sensor helmet. Spider-Man slid Vulture out of the chair and managed to steer the plane.

“What the, the steering on this thing is a bit screwed up,” thought Spider-Man, as he tried to put on the sensory helmet but the feedback was just too much. “Alright, I've got to do this the normal way. What a piece of junk...a several hundred thousand dollar piece of junk but a piece of junk nevertheless.”

Spider-Man held onto the wheel, somehow, he managed to keep it from crashing into any populated areas, before he was up into the air, as the plane began to sputter, right in the ocean right off to the side. Spider-Man collected the half conscious Vulture, before he jumped out, latched onto a web line, as he watched the plane crash right into the sea, before it crumbled into several pieces, the salt water which caused it to break it apart.

Spider-Man held the battered form of Adrian Toomes, and webbed him upside down, as the sirens echoed. He was starting to come to after being rendered unconcious with the sensory helmet feedback.

“Man, how did Osborn really expect something like this to hold up long term?” mused Spider-Man as he saw the rapidly crumbling remains. “Yell it its auditory sensor and the entire plane is down. It doesn't make any sense. A real piece of junk.”

Toomes was cuffed and put in the back of a cop car.

“One day, Osborn, one day, I'll have you!” shouted Toomes in a crazed voice, as he rocked back and forth. He was slightly defeaned in his right ear and he had a slight headache from the sound loop.

“Calm down, old timer, we'll get your meds and you'll have a nice vacation in Ravencroft,” said one of the officers.

“RAVENCROFT?” bellowed the Vulture in a crazed voice. “RETURN ME TO RYKER'S! I'M NOT INSANE! I'M NOT INSANE!”

“Ease up there, don't want you having a stroke, that would be a burden on the taxpayers,” said an officer as The Vulture continued to yell incoherantly about his revenge against Osborn, Spider-Man, and the fact that he was not insnae.

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Norman sat back and watched the broadcast, a slight smirk on his face, as he watched Spider-Man manage to figure out the one defect in the plane and turn it against that old buzzard, before it crashed and busted into multiple unusable pieces. The plane that had cost him twenty five thousand dollars to make, using mostly used parts, had been completely destroyed from the impact. After he pressed a button on his watch, he reached over to the phone, for a very important call to make.

“Mr. Williams, this is Norman Osborn, I believe you've seen the dreadful and unforeseen incident with the plane on the news,” said Norman. “Yes, I would like to collect on the the policy, indeed, the fifty million dollar policy that I put on the plane, yes, I could come by tommorow by noon, it's been a pleasure doing business with you. I can assure you that if this incident is dealt with quickly and without Wilson Fisk finding out about it, you will get your standard cut of the collection.”

Norman Osborn turned and walked off. It had only just begun.

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Liz stepped inside the jail, rather nervous. It was in one of the seedier parts of the town and she could have sworn that she heard nearby gunshots. She was taken out of her bubble of security, as she stepped forward, the money in hand to a guard, who leaned against the wall.

“What?” snarled the guard, as he spat chewing tobacco at the floor.

“I'm here for Harry Osborn, bailing him out,” said Liz.

“Ah, so the little punk got the money after all,” said the guard in a disinterested voice. “Rich kids, I have to work every day of my life, paying my hard earned money to my ex-wife so she can sleep with half of the guys in New York, and some people get everything handed to them. Then everyone talks about how sad it is when they get f'ed out of their mind with drugs but I'm not sorry for them. Serves the little bastards right if they just offed themselves. Daddy'll will just buy them a new Mercedes and everything will be all better.”

“What happened?” asked Liz nervously.

“Kid caused a stir at the airport, police found some candy in his bags,” stated the guard. “Just give me the money and he'll be out of here. He's stinking up my jail.”

Liz handed him the money, trying to hide her disgust at the rude behavior.

“Does he have a trial that he needs to go to?” asked Liz in the most polite tone that she could manage.

“No, punk can go home and do more drugs for all we care, he's paid up, he can move on with his life or end it,” said the guard rudely as he walked over and opened the cell. “Osborn, out, now.”

Harry got to his feet, in a dazed and confused manner, as he saw Liz. His head was still rather messed up, he had little to no recollection with what happened in the past day or two, but he assumed that he called Liz and made bail.

“Let's go,” muttered Liz, as she looked uncomfortable. She wanted to get out of this jail and this part of town, as soon as possible. Harry followed her and once Liz had drove away. “So, Harry, you decided to go to an airport out of your mind and you had drugs in your suitcase.”

“No, Liz, listen to me, I really...they weren't mine,” said Harry shakily. “Someone put them there and they must have slipped something in my drink, there was a party right before I left, a great time too.”

“So they planted them in your suitcase,” said Liz with a frown. “Just like they planted all of those pill bottles in your room and the perscriptions all in your name.”

“Well, those are mine, but I had perscriptions for them,” said Harry but if Liz did not have to pay attention to the road, she would have glared at him. She quickly pulled into a nearby park and put the car in park. She turned around. “You're not mad at me are you?”

“Harry, when did this all start?” asked Liz and there was a pause.

“Well, the Vulture, when he dropped me last Summer, I broke my collarbone,” said Harry. “It hurt, and I got something for it, but I enjoyed the way that they made me feel...the pills, they made me forget about everything that I had to deal with. Just take a pill here and a pill there and it was bliss, I didn't have to care, because I didn't with them, it was great. I felt good. I kept getting them, the doctors, they're great, you know, because if you give them the money, they'll take care of you, I mean, hook you up with the good stuff, if you slip them something, they'll slip you something, you know what I mean.”

“Harry, the were perscribed for your injuries, not to help you cope, you should have talked to someone if you were having problems,” said Liz trying to figure out how Harry could do this to himself, how he could throw away his life. She had lived in her own bubble in many ways, these were problems that she heard about that complete strangers had to deal with, not anyone she knew. She didn't know if she could handle a situation like this.

“Hey, everything was legal, through a doctor, you saw the notes,” said Harry. “Would you have rather had me buy them from a back alley from some gangster?”

“Harry, that's not the...” said Liz but her voice trailed off in frustration. “Harry, you know what you have to do now?”

“Yeah, I've got to do a better job in hiding it,” slurred Harry slightly, not blinking. “I really could use something right now, it was a drag not having anything....”

“HARRY OSBORN!” shouted Liz angrily. “You haven't learned anything from this, have you?”

“I thought I told you, I did,” said Harry. “Look, Liz, you need to chill, okay, I slipped up, I can handle it.”

“Yeah, Harry, you really look like you're handling it,” said Liz as she rolled her eyes as Harry just winced.

“Could you please get me home Liz?” asked Harry as his eyes darted from side to side. “Someone's here, I don't know why, but I don't like it.”

“I suppose, we should leave,” said Liz, but she could not see anything nearby and she put the car back into drive and drove.

“This is absolutely insane, I mean, how could he do this, to himself?” thought Liz as she heard Harry moving around in the back seat, jumpy with every other noise.”And there were signs, we all should have seen this, but we thought it was the stress of running the company, the stress of his father being the Goblin, everything, but now it makes too much sense.”

They had reached the outside of the mansion and there appeared to be no one around. As was so often, Norman Osborn was not present at his own home.

“Liz, I appreciate this, really I do,” said Harry in a small tone.

“Harry, you really need help, you have a problem, a big problem, I'll do whatever I can to support you, and I'm sure Peter and Gwen will when you talk to them,” said Liz.

“No, you can't tell them what happened!” yelled Harry frantically as his eyes darted from side to side and he began shaking for a few seconds, befor he calmed down.

“They wouldn't keep something like this from you,” said Liz firmly and Harry just snorted.

“Yeah, I get the feeling sometimes that they are, they have some kind of private joke that they won't let me in on, we used to be the best of friends, but we're drifting apart I guess,” said Harry as he shivered, before he continued to look around. “With Peter especially, I think he keeps things from me all of the time, that he tells Gwen, I don't know what, but I just have this feeling.”

“Harry, don't be paranoid, Peter's not keeping anything from you,” said Liz. “That's the pills talking, that just proves that you need help.”

“Maybe,” said Harry. “But life is going to be so much harder, I mean, I don't know, how I'm going to do this.”

“Harry, you're going to end up being another....well...it's not going to end well,” said Liz. “I don't know if I can handle that, but if you keep this up, I don't know if I can handle being with you anymore.”

“What are you saying, Liz?” asked Harry with a confused, slightly pathetic expression on his face.

“Get the help Harry, please,” said Liz. “It's either the pills or me. One of us has to go.”

Harry just sighed and it was almost like he was mentally weighing his options, considering this choice.

“I suppose I might have a problem, and I'll try, Liz, I'll really try, if it really does mean that much to you,” said Harry with a pained expression on his face.

“It does,” said Liz. “Get the help that you need Harry, and you know we're there for you.”

“Don't tell Pete and Gwen about this,” said Harry.

“That's up to you Harry,” said Liz but Harry just walked off, in a funk, without really saying good bye. Liz watched him leave, a saddened look on her face.

“It's not like I can really force him to do anything, I'm sure Peter and Gwen would be better off getting through his thick skull but I did promise Harry and why do I have a feeling that I'm going to hate myself,” thought Liz. “Telling his father is out, for obvious reasons. I just have to have someone who might be able to help Harry a little bit...maybe Spider-Man, I mean he does help people. Oh get a grip on yourself, he has better things to do than play councilor...but I don't think he would turn me down if I asked him to have a talk with Harry. Yeah, I think I might tell Spider-Man, I mean Harry never told me that I couldn't tell him. But how am I going to get in touch with him, I wonder?”

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As he stepped inside his room, Harry collapsed right against the table, before he reached inside the drawer, hands shaking frantically. He was barely able to hold it together for this long. It had only been less than twelve hours since he had last taken them but he needed a fix badly. With shaking hands, he opened the pill bottle.

“Just one more time,” thought Harry as he had a handful of pills and could not shove them into his mouth quickly enough, he was in intense pain every moment he did not feel the bliss of being on them. “What Liz won't know won't hurt her. Besides, I'm in control. I can quit at any time.”

Next Chapter

Chapter 59: On These Vulture Wings Part I

Chapter Fifty Nine: On These Vulture Wings Part One:

One month ago, New York City, along with the rest of the world was in grave peril thanks to the infamous Red Skull. The crazed would be world conquerer had threatened to make cities disappear at will, thanks to his insidious doomsday weapon.

There was one man who the Red Skull would have never thought could defeat him. The one person that pretty much everyone wrote off as a threat to the Red Skull, thinking of him to be some teenager who got power by a fluke occurance. The right place at the the right time with the right bug bite apparently. Yet this young man, this young hero, proved himself to be much more than someone who was a victim of circumstance. It was due to his tremendous will to fight and never say die attitude that he was able to triumph against the forces of evil and ensure that the Red Skull's never duplicated brand of evil would ever harm the innocent populace ever again.

Yet when one evil is vanisquished, another appears to give our beloved web slinger a challenge. On this day, while it might not be obvious at first, Spider-Man would begin on the path to one of his toughest tests yet. One that will test our friendly neighborhood web slinger both physically and emotionally. That, true believers, is where our tale begins on this day.

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Spider-Man swung across the city, landing down outside of the building, eyes narrowing in concentration, as he looked to see a partially opened door. Just a crack, just enough to slip in without anyone really noticing from a distance, but when Spider-Man swung down, the disturbance was triggered by his spider sense. The web head slipped the door open, where a guard had been rendered unconcious by a rag covered in chroloform.

"Look at that, the stuff was here, just like the boss said."

"I don't know nothing about computers, but that's going to fetch a big score on the street."

"Just be quiet, load it, we'll get in and get out, before the cops can pull their pants up."

Spider-Man slipped in, to see three goons, teenagers by the looks of things with dyed hair, baggy pants, and ratty t-shirts, along with multiple body piercings.

"Yeah good plan, you just forgot one important variable," said Spider-Man as the three goons turned around. "Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

"Take care of him!" shouted the apparent leader as the biggest member of the gang rushed forward, but Spider-Man casually blocked his attack, and then jumped up, before he kicked the gang member off right into to the ground. A second member of the gang rushed forward, swinging a chain, but Spider-Man shot out a line of webbing, grabbing the chain, before he leapt up and flicked his wrist, causing the chain to wrap around and the man to web in place.

The fattest gang member managed to haul his ponderous bulk up a couple of stairs, before he launched himself right at Spider-Man. Spider-Man managed to catch him, before muscling his heavy bulk up with ease and throwing him at the wall with flawless ease. The gang member was down on his back where his hands and feet were webbed together.

"You're dead meat, Spider-Man!" threated the gang leader as he swung a broken table leg with a nail sticking out of it, but Spider-Man dodged the attacks, almost bored as the guy just swung and promptly blew himself up from overexertion.

"Newsflash, I just went toe to toe with the Red Skull and lived to tell the tale, so I'm not about to lose to some guy who looks like he lost to a fight against nail gun and can't even pull up his pants all of the way," stated Spider-Man, as he blocked the attack, and disarmed the gang leader, before he reached forward and grabbed the nose ring, before giving it a mighty tug.

The gang leader screamed in pain, as the nose ring was ripped out, and blood dripped from his nose, as Spider-Man hit him right in the already bloody nose, before, he swung a line of webbing and latched him to the ceiling, putting him upside down.

"Alright, you've got information, who's behind this?" asked Spider-Man, as he looked at the gang member, hung upside down.

"I did it of course," said the gang leader, with a smug expression.

"I don't care how good of a job you do at it, don't play dumb with me," said Spider-Man in a testy voice. "I heard you talk about a boss. Who is it?"

"Forget it, I've got rights, I'm not talking to anyone without an attorney so you can shove it web head," said the gang leader. "You can just swing on home but you're not getting anything out of me."

"You know you've got far too many piercings, I think I should remove a few of them, maybe starting with this one on your lip, I'll just rip them out like I did with your little nose ring," said Spider-Man casually as he reached forward but the gang leader flinched.

"Alright, alright, we're doing a job for someone called the Master Planner," said the gang leader.

"Master Planner?" asked Spider-Man as he shook his head. This was the third time that he heard that name this week and it was becoming a trend.

"Yeah word on the street is that he might some kind of master plan," said the gang leader cockily but Spider-Man just looked at him in thinly veiled disgust.

"I'll make the wise cracks around here," stated Spider-Man in a dry voice. "Who is this Master Planner?"

"Don't know," said the gang leader, as Spider-Man looked at him. "He calls other people, who get in touch with us."

"So you've worked for him before," stated Spider-Man, and his fingers flicked nearby one of the piercings near the gang leader, causing the leader to talk rather fast.

"A couple of times, not like I have much of a future, people already wrote me off, parents, family, friends, teachers, everyone, the Master Planner offered me a place in his orgaziation when he runs this city," said the gang leader.

"Everyone offers you the world, but you won't get anything in the end," said Spider-Man as he stepped back, before he turned around.

"These guys aren't much older that I am, maybe a bit younger, but they're throwing their lives away, for what?" thought Spider-Man shaking his head. "For money, glory...who knows, if I hadn't been raised right by Uncle Ben and Aunt May, I might be out there. Spider-Man might really be a criminal, talked in the same breath of the Red Skull, Doctor Doom, the Kingpin, the Green Goblin, all of these people. If you get a bad upbringing...man that can mess you up badly.”

At that moment, Captain Stacy lead a group of police inside the building, seeing the three gang members webbed up.

"Well, looks like we can go home early tonight," said Captain Stacy evenly. "Good work again, Spider-Man."

"Yeah good going, Spidey!" cheered another cop, which got him several dirty looks from his fellow officers for his lack of professionalism.

“Carter,” said Captain Stacy in an admonishing manner, and the cop had the good dececy to look sheepish at his outburst.

"These guys were working for someone called the Master Planner," muttered Spider-Man out of the side of his mouth and Captain Stacy's eyebrows just went up. "Name ringing a bit of a bell, Captain."

"It's come up in investigations, some new crime boss, who's tempting juvenline deliquents to commit crimes, but I think there's some deeper motive in mind," said Captain Stacy. "He's out for control of the city...of course all of this is off the record, Spider-Man."

"Oh, of course, Captain Stacy," said Spider-Man.

"He's the first major crime boss to make a play to challenge the Kingpin of Crime," said Captain Stacy, shaking his head. A second crime boss where they had no idea who he might be, one was more than bad enough. "Manfredi's going to get out for good behavior as well."

"Manfredi, as in Silvio Manfredi, the legendary mob boss of New York from the 50s until the Kingpin took over ten years ago," said Spider-Man.

"Nice to see you're taking an interest in the history of the mob in this city," said Captain Stacy with an approving nod.

"Kind of got to with my line of work," said Spider-Man. "Manfredi's got to be really old by now."

"Mind's still sharp as a tack, by the psychological evaluations given to him, even though his health isn't what it used to be," said Captain Stacy. "Ninety six years old, but has a mind that's more alert than most teenagers these days."

"Nice," said Spider-Man, who wondered what trouble Manfredi would cause when he was parolled. The man appeared to be running his organization from behind bars, given the run in that he had previously with those mobsters lead by his chief lietunant, Hammerhead.

"I've got to bring these three in and I'm sure you have places that you've rather be," said Captain Stacy as he turned to give his officers a few last minute orders.

"Yes, I do," thought Spider-Man. "Got to meet Gwen for a date in fifteen minutes, thankfully I wrapped up this goon squad early."

"I would also be careful out there, if I was you, Spider-Man," added Captain Stacy and Spider-Man wondered what the police captain meant, but he swung out the door, before a group of assembled press was, snapping pictures of Spider-Man.

"Hey, Spidey, quick picture right there."

"A word please Spider-Man, a quick interview, won't take that long, fifteen minutes."

"Do you think you'll fight any criminal as tough as the Red Skull ever again?"

"Sorry folks, but your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man has no time for photos," said Spider-Man, as he swung around, as people tried to get his retreating back.

"Wow the press can't get enough me after I helped take care of the Red Skull," thought Spider-Man. "Even the Bugle, they've not praised me but Jameson hasn't printed anything trashing me since it happened, he's gone neutral. Of course, I've got to deal with these vultures, trying to get a piece of me, but I should be able to lose them. And I've got pictures of the battle, so Jameson will be thrilled, exclusive Spidey content. Sales will go through the roof and...who knows when the people will turn on me again. I've got to milk this when I can."

Spider-Man swung around, before he lost them and he went to change, to resume his life as Peter Parker.

"Yeah these goons are light work, but it's been a while since I've really tangled with a big time criminal," thought Peter. "Not that I'm complaining, anyway, I'll actually make my date with time to spare."

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"Alright settle down!" barked a prison guard, at a group of inmates. "You're getting out and about for a little bit, but don't think that you're be back on those cells as soon as you blink. The weight room is to the right, the television is to the left. You better not regret this."

"Man, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed," muttered one of the inmates.

"Heard it was his wife ,with a younger guy," said another inmate in a low voice, as Adrian Toomes, better known as the Vulture, brushed back them. "Hey watch where you're going, old man."

"Out of my way," grumbled Toomes, not caring that these men were half his age, and liable to break him in half. "Fifty years of hard work on my life's work down the drain thanks to Osborn and I'm going to be in here like a common street thug who knocked off a bank. If it wasn't for Spider-Man, I would have gotten what should be mine."

"Yeah, the web head's got some nerve, trying to take us honest guys trying to make a living in," said Herman Schultz, better known as Shocker, as he sat down on the couch next to Toomes. "I say we team up and crack Spider-Man's head. The two of us, the web head won't stand a chance."

"I refuse to lower myself to team with someone who uses high tech technology to rob banks," said Toomes, eyes glinting angry. "Youth is wasted on the young. They have no imagination."

"Ah, I shouldn't waste my time teaming up with an old man like you, you'd break a hip getting out of the shower," said Schultz. "Just wait, I'm going to get Spider-Man next time. He'll know that Shocker beat him."

"Shocker?" asked the enforcer known as Montana. "I tell you what, you have about as much chance against Spider-Man, than Ravencroft security has keeping any of those nuts in there."

"Oh, I'd like to see you do better," challenged Schultz.

"Oh, I reckon I could school you," said Montana. "But one day, I'll be out of here and I've got better things to do, then to deal with some two bit hood, that's only known because the Kingpin gave him some high tech toy."

"You two better pipe down, I'm trying to listen to this," grumbled Toomes.

"What is it?" asked Schultz. "A special extended episode of Matlock?"

Toomes just ignored Schultz, as he turned right to the screen where the image of Norman Osborn could be seen.

"A press release right out out of Oscorp revealed that the technology technology is about to reveal its newest, most cutting edge technology," said the newscaster in an excited voice. "Oscorp CEO Norman Osborn has been working with top scientists to develop perhaps the most sophisticated piece of defensive technology in the world today."

"Our borders are left open, vunerable, allowing anyone to slip into the country, with the potential to do us harm, whether they be human or otherwise," said Norman as he had a stoic look on his face. "Oscorp's patented tech flight technology will allow this groundbreaking technology to be completed."

"Oscorp's patented tech flight technology?" demanded Toomes, as he felt his blood pressure rising. "Don't you mean my patented tech flight technology, Osborn?"

"The project will be revealed to the general public tommorrow afternoon at Norman Osborn's recently created Oscorp Airspace," said the newscaster. "Industrial analysts suspected that the project will add millions to the Oscorp bottom line, something that the company would need after several money losing quarters when Norman Osborn was away on an extended sabbatical."

"Those should be my millions!" shouted Toomes angrily, as he hurled the remote at the television. It missed and hit the wall, but Toomes was still enraged.

"Hey, watch it..." stated another inmate but Toomes managed to strangle him with all of the strength that his old body managed. Two guards walked in and grabbed Toomes, while a third guard moved away.

"Alright gramps, shows over, time to get back to your cell for a little time out," said a guard, as Toomes kicked and clawed his way. “Don't want you having a stroke, the taxes are high enough as it is.”

"I'll show you, I'll show you all, Osborn, I'll get him if its the last thing I do!" howled Toomes as he was lead back to his cell, crazed and swearing to cause all manners of bodily harm to one Norman Osborn.

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"You actually pulled his nose ring out?" asked Gwen in a hushed voice.

"Hey what did you want me to do?" asked Peter with a shrug. "It was the most convenient handle. He was asking for it, about two hundred piercings in his face and if I didn't pull one, that would make me an idiot."

"No, I suppose that would," said Gwen, fighting a smile at the thought. "I suppose that's more exciting than what I was doing away. Finishing up my college application and sending it it."

"Oh, I have to get around to that," said Peter, almost slapping himself. "I don't want to miss getting into ESU."

"Pete, seriously, with your grades, you should be able to get into any school that you want," said Gwen. "If you weren't, that it would prove that their was something wrong with the entire college administration process."

"Things are about to get a lot more complicated from now on with college coming up, senior year in High School," said Peter. "Harry said its a total blow off year, but I'm not so sure."

"Every year for Harry is a total blow off year," said Gwen shaking her head as the two teenagers looked amused. "Have you heard from him lately?"

"Yeah sent me an e-mail, seems to be enjoying his holiday," said Peter.

"Same here," said Gwen. "Back in a week, he said, didn't he?"

"Yeah," said Peter. "So how are you?"

"The cast on my foot is off on Thursday and the scar...well still there, but it faded a little bit," said Gwen, she leaned back. "It'll be nice to walk without crutches. Did you hear anything about Dillon?"

"Still catatonic at Ravencroft, on a feeding tube and a car battery," said Peter.

"Seriously?" asked Gwen.

"Yeah," said Peter with a nod.

"Can't say I feel too bad about the guy, I mean...well you know," said Gwen, as she pointed to the jagged, slighty fainted, but still noticable scar on the side of her head.

"It doesn't look too bad Gwen, your beauty offsets it," said Peter and Gwen just smiled, with a slight blush.

"Thanks Peter," said Gwen quietly, as she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, before they moved over to pay for their meal.

"Its still early, we should go catch a movie or something," said Peter.

"Sounds good Peter, and maybe we can head back to my house after," said Gwen, as she grabbed her crutches. "Dad's working late on this Master Planner case, he's normally not home until after midnight."

"Are you sure you should be doing anything in your condition?" asked Peter with a raised eyebrow.

"Only if you play your cards right," said Gwen, with a slight smirk, as the two teenagers laughed, as they left the restraraunt.

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Any moment that he was not thinking of ways to increase his grasp of power and influence through his company, was a moment Norman Osborn felt was wasted. The plan that had been putting in action for the past five weeks would be one that would put the city, then the entire state of New York, then the entire country, and one day, the world would be in his grasp.

"Norman Osborn, savior of humanity," muttered Norman under his breath as he stood in the elevator, impatiently waiting for it to arrive at his destination. He quite liked how it rolled off of his tongue. It was something that just felt so right.

The bane of Norman Osborn's existence was small corporations that threatened to destabalize his company's standing in the world. Fools with hopes and dreams, that had an idea, that cut into potential profits. In the end, Osborn crushed all of these small corporations, like the worthless, insects that they were. Oscorp was built on hostile takeovers just as much as the blood, sweat, tears, and dedication of Norman Osborn.

Those people who owned those corporations would often go to work for Norman Osborn. They were forced to put their dreams on hold, to work on Oscorp projects, for a meager salary, but it was more than Norman Osborn felt that these bottom feeders were worth. He felt that he was doing them a grand favor. Plus, it would be a worth punishment in many ways. To have those fools who once challenged him come to work every day, to follow his orders and call him “sir”.

Anyone who challenged Norman Osborn's power, would be crushed and brought down beneath his feet. Whether they be man or mutant.

Norman scowled at the thought of those unnatural abominations. He had nothing against mutants in general. He did not think of them as anything less than human, who had been fortunate enough to fall into extrodinary powers that they would not ever fully comprehend. He did not see them as having a sinful existence and sent by the Devil, like some crazed anti-mutant fanatics that he heard in the media as of late. He did not feel that they posed a danger to the children, not that Norman cared about those foul abominations either. He did not spare a thought about them most days but the fact that they had power that could be considered greater than his, ate away at him. That was not acceptable.

Anyone who got the better of Norman Osborn once, even if was by underhanded means and no fault of his own, would not be allowed to do so again. They would be dealt with, permenately.

Only one exception existed to this rule but Norman had plans of a different kind for this individual. He would control the fate of this individual, much like he controlled the lives of the owners of the small corporations that once tried to carve into his company's profits.

Norman exited the elevator, to greet a dark haired man, with a stoic expression on his face.

"Mr. Trask," said Norman with a nod towards Trask. "Welcome to Oscorp."

"It is a pleasure, Mr. Osborn, sir," said Trask with a nod of his own.

"Menken, this is Bolivar Trask," said Norman to Donald Menken, who had just walked by. "He will be overseeing the project that we discussed earlier."

"Mr. Trask," said Menken with a nod. "Mr. Osborn, I have the documents that you requested and also have a concern."

"This way, Menken," said Norman, wondering what Menken could have a concern about. Donald Menken was loyal to an obsessive fault, working for Oscorp from the beginning, putting in more work that anyone who was not named Norman Osborn. "The documentation if you please."

"As you wish, sir," said Menken. "There are people in accounting who have relayed concerns about the other project, especially with the aircraft. We're not going to get enough from the miltary contract to offset our expenses this quarter and if we begin this project, we're going to be set back even more, to lose more money that your son ever did."

"Menken, if our accountants have a problem with how business is done here, then we're find replacements, they fail to see a picture beyond debits and credits," said Norman crisply. "My son nearly put this corporation in the ground when I was on my sabbatical but, I feel that Oscorp will be stronger than ever. In fact, there will be even more capital then ever, straight from the capital itself."

"I don't understand, sir," said Menken.

"Mutants, Menken, a menace that is going to send the nation into ruin, if you believe everything you hear in the news," said Norman coolly. "Washington has been at it for the last month, certain Senators like Kelly are trying to put together a bill to deal with the menace. Unfortunately, those fools don't have anyway to contain these creatures. By the time I'm done, mutants will learn where their place is.."

"But surely the plane will be enough," said Menken.

"The plane will serve its purpose," said Norman. "I have a full day. If anyone has any concerns, make it known that there are hundreds of people who would like their jobs and at a fraction of what I'm paying them."

"Of course, Mr. Osborn," said Menken as he turned to depart, leaving Norman to move on. There was much to do before he accomplished his goal, but if there was one thing Norman Osborn learned, was patience.

It was a virtue that was needed to build his business but Oscorp was merely the foundation of what was to come.

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Toomes rolled back the mattress of his prison cell. The sun had barely risen but he needed to move quickly. A mechnical device was pulled from underneath the ragged mattress in his cell. He had made it in the prison workshop, the foolish guards could not expect what it was, thinking it was just a piece of metal that served no purpose.

Its purpose would allow him to escape when the time was right. He had to speed up the time table because Norman Osborn was using his technology to line Osborn's pockets with more ill gotten funds. Toomes fastened the device to the lock of the cell and pulled the pin, as he stepped back.

A loud explosion echoed right from the cell, which swung open and Toomes moved from the cell. Down the hallway, he spotted a guard, who's eyes widened.

"Stop, Toomes!" shouted the guard, as he pulled out a billy club and moved down the hallway, but Toomes slipped with surprising agility and grace for a man of his advanced age, before he ducked behind a corner and managed to trip up the guard, before removing his gun and pointing it right at his head.

"Do as I say and I won't blow your brains out," said Toomes coldly.

"Don't, please, I'll do anything you want, just don't kill me!" shouted the guard in a panicked voice.

"Stop squirming you fool," said Toomes as he shifted. "Evidence locker right now. I need my wings. I'm ready to fly."

"I don't know why, that doesn't even work anymore," said the guard.

"DON'T QUESTION ME!" yelled Toomes. "You couldn't access it, because the technology is beyond your grasp. But I can access all its functions, because I developed it and that fool Osborn stole my idea, then got me sent to prison when I tried to fight him on it."

"Alright, to your right to that corridor, up the stairs, fourth door down on the left," said the guard," said the guard in a pained voice, as Toomes still held him as a shield, before they moved forward.

"Keys," grunted Toomes, as he grabbed the key and inserted it in the lock, causing the door to click open and he moved through the evidence locker. Two more guards moved in, but Toomes picked up one of Shocker's gauntlets, before he pointed it in the air, and sent a blast into the air, to cause the ceiling to cave in and another shot to the floor. There were two screams in horror, as the guards were crushed.

"You killed them," whispered the guard, horrified.

"They got in my way, I'll kill you if you try anything," said Toomes in a dangerous voice, before he threw the guard to the side into a wall and handcuffed him to a pipe in the wall, before he grabed his Vulture costume and quickly slid it on right over his prison garb. "Access code, 22-21-12-20-21-05."

"Hover capabilities, weapon system, and armor unlocked," stated the computer in a monotone and a smile appeared on the face of the now costumed Vulture, as he unhandcffed his hostage and took him out in the sky, before he blasted a hole in the wall and then hoisted the guard up, who struggled.

"Okay, let me go, let me go, you've got out!' shouted the guard.

"As you wiish," said the Vulture as he let go of the guard, hundreds of feet in the air. The guard screamed but there was not much he could do.

The Vulture barely paid any mind to the loud crunch at his former hostage landing right on the ground, as he continued his flight. He had to strike when the moment was right.

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"Good, Parker, well not good, but good for you, glad to see that you haven't lost your touch, as adequate as it might be," said Jameson as he looked over the pictures the morning after the battle. "All of those papers, got pictures of the web head swinging away, but we've got him in battle. A couple of random hoodlums, no costume freaks in a while."

"It's been pretty quiet," agreed Peter.

"It's never quiet in New York and there's always going to be crime, so that web slinger's going to be on the job, wish he'd lose the mask, don't trust anyone who refuses to show his real face, but as long as Spider-Man's beloved by the public, I've got to think about business, the Bugle is the top paper in town, and I've got to keep it that way," said Jameson without taking a breath, as he looked over. "Parker, today I want you at that unveiling of that new defense weapon that Oscorp's putting out. Leeds is already covering the story but I want pictures. Some customed nutcase is bound to take a crack at that thing and Spider-Man won't lose the chance to show up in public. Well, since the web head's beloved we're just going to profit off of it."

"Mr. Jameson's, that's going to be heavily guarded, Norman Osborn isn't going to let something like that go," argued Peter.

"Parker, you're naive, those nutcases don't care how secure anything is, they're going to take a crack at it anyway," growled Jameson. "The press conference is at two, make sure to be there before, its going to be a madhouse, every paper in the east is going to send someone there, but we've got to stay on the ball."

"Right, Mr. Jameson, I won't let you down," said Peter.

"You better not, Parker," said Jameson. "Now get out of my office and do whatever you teenagers do in your free time. I've got work to do."

Peter stepped away and moved outside.

"I think that Jonah was overreacting, no one's going to get near there, Norman Osborn doesn't like to fail at anything and he won't lose this weapon, whatever it is," thought Peter. "Oh well, better call Aunt May, tell her that I have to get pictures of the press confrence.

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The assembled group of press from pretty much every major newspaper from New York to Florida, along with several elsewhere had gathered, towards a podium, where two armed guards stood on either side, as Norman Osborn walked up to the podium. Several more guards were pointed at gates, but Peter noticed that security seemed to be far lighter.

"Of course, with someone like Norman, the real security is what you don't see," thought Peter.

"Members of the press, I welcome you to this grand unveiling of the newest weapon against enemies of the state, to keep our borders safe from intruders," said Norman. "No longer will you have to have sleepless nights, worrying about those entering our country illegally, stealing food from off your table, money from out of your pocket, threatening our freedoms, In fact, you might say we're going to be giving those who threaten our country, something to really fear.”

There was a pause, almost as if Norman was milking anticipating and there was a brief look towards the sky, before he continued his speech.

"Presenting, to you, the Oscorp 245-NQ Vulture," said Norman as they pulled a top off of it, revealing a black plane, with two large red lights, a pointed front, small door on the bottom, and wings with razor sharp tips, almost like claws.

"Gee, this couldn't get the wrong people riled up, could it Norman?" thought Peter. "Looks almost like Adrian Toomes and given that its based off of the gear that Norman stole from him, this looks like the biggest slap in the face ever. Well at least the Vulture's in Ryker's, if he was in Ravencroft, I'd really be panicking right now."

"The Vulture has a neural interface that can be operated from inside the plane, just plug your head, arms, and feet in and you can control the plane with a mere thought or motion," explained Norman. "For those who are keyed into the system, activating the weapons system is as simple as taking a breath. The lights on the front are your eyes to the outside, the speakers on the side are your ears. The weapon system will be able to pluck anyone trying to sneak in and will be able to sense those who are attempting to cross our borders illegally by their heightened adrenaline. They may be able to run, but they will not be able to hide from our newest weapon system. People can sleep a lot easier in their beds knowing that those who threaten our way of life will be dealt with.”

There were some cheers, but a few members of the press looked around.

“Mr. Osborn, what about the rights of the people that this weapon is going for?” asked one of the reporters.

“They should fully be aware that there will be consequences for those who do not enter this country through the proper channels,” answered Norman swiftly. “Those who are truly innocent have nothing to fear. However, those who are guilty and have something to hide, will have everything to fear.”

“You should be the one to have something to fear, Osborn!” shouted the crazed voice of the Vulture, as he dove from the ground.

“Yeah, so much for him not breaking out,” thought Peter as he moved forward, but the Vulture launched two miniature rockets to the ground, to blow the ground up and several people ran away. “Its going to be tough to slip out of here!”

The Vulture did a death defying counter, to avoid three traquilizer darts from being shot up at him. The crafty villain dove down, as Norman Osborn ducked into the chaos.

“You can run, but you can't hide, Osborn!” shouted Vulture, as he sent a stun blast and took out an innocent bystander. “You better come out now, Osborn or the next shot will be lethal...of courst not that you care, you made your life stepping on the common man, what's a few people killed to you!”

“It might be nothing to him, but I think I have plenty to say about it!” called Spider-Man as he swung out of nowhere and he knocked Vulture away. Vulture adjusted his positioning.

“You!” shoutled Vulture, as he armed his weapon system, before he shot a series of blasts, a bit more lethal than the warning shot. “You've made a huge mistake trying to stop me today, Spider-Man.”

“Well not as big as the misake you made by going out in that get up,” countered Spider-Man but Vulture just angrily dove at him, hands outsretched, but the web head launched himself out of the way, and spiralled through the air all around Oscorp Airsplace, before he jumped right on the Vulture's back. “Alright, I'm going to clip your....”

An electrical shock pulsed through Spider-Man and caused the web head to slide off of the Vulture, who dove right at Spider-Man and slashed right at his costume and knocked him down, as he sent a miniature laser blast over a scaffolding area, where several people stood! The debris began to crumble, as Vulture flew off into the distance and circled around, sending more blasts into the distance, in an attept to divide Spider-Man's attention towards innocent bystanders, while he went and looked for his prize.

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Meanwhile, Norman Osborn had slipped out in the confusion, to a waiting limosine which had been running throughout the entire duration of the meeting. He sat in the backseat.

“Drive, don't look back,” said Norman crisply as he pushed in a button on a wristwatch he wore, as he sat as he heard the Vulture's cries, calling for his blood. The limo drove off, as the Vulture continued to fly around, but it appeared that the bird had lost sight of Norman Osborn.

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“OSBORN WHERE ARE YOU?” shrieked Vulture as he looked around and the sirens were heard in the distance. “The infernal police, they're going to ruin everything....but I know of a way to even the odds and track down Osborn wherever he hides.”

Vulture swooped down, towards the Vulture plane and he managed to open the door with relative ease.

“Bah, was this encryption desired by pre-schoolers?” taunted Vulture, as he moved inside and sat himself down at a chair, where he placed a sensory helmet on his head and snapped his legs in, before he snapped two loose wrist bands connected to the chair. “Access override code ASM02-05-1963.”

“Systems unlocked and access granted to user,” stated the onboard computer, as the plane began to lift out of the sky. Toomes grinned, in Osborn's supreme arrogance, he had neglected to change the default access codes.

Something that would be a fatal mistake.

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After he rescued the innocent bystanders, Spider-Man swung high over the air, above the paramedics and law enforcement offers.

“TOOMES!” called Spider-Man. “Come out and fight me face to face, you infernal buzzard!”

“Your funeral, Spider-Man!” boomed a voice, as dust flew in the air and the Oscorp 245-NQ Vulture, piloted by one Adrian Toomes was directed right towards the crowd. The police fired on the plane, but their bullets had no effect. A swirling green vortex appeared right from in front of the plane.

“EVERYONE RUN!” shouted Spider-Man as his spider sense hit complete overdrive to the point where he got a slight headache and the police stepped back.

“Let's see what this button does,” crowed the Vulture, as he pushed a button and a missile launched from the vortex and pulled it into the area, before it impacted to the ground.

The shockwave had caused everyone within a certain radius to drop to the ground unmoving.

Spider-Man collapsed unconcious, as the Vulture lifted off of the ground. Now upgraded and stronger than ever, the most dangerous bird in New York was about ready to fly and seek to take his revenge on the one who had taken away his life's work. 

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