Marvel Brodcast : Spoiling Spider-man

Mary Jane looked at herself on the screen, who was excited because she kissed Spider-Man. Between Spider-Man and Harry, her future was obviously inclined towards Spider-Man. She didn't know whether this was good or bad!

But Harry thought that Mary Jane should make the decision, and immediately began to find a way to contact Mary Jane, because at this time Mary Jane was often surrounded by reporters, who wanted to wait for Spider-Man to appear.

It is not easy to avoid these reporters unless Peter takes action, but Spider-Man taking Mary Jane away in public will only make Mary Jane the focus of more and more attention.

[One day, chaos broke out as a house caught fire, smoke billowing into the sky. A desperate mother stood outside, tears streaming down her face as she cried, "My baby's still inside!" She tried to rush into the flames but was restrained by firefighters. Her anguished pleas echoed through the crowd, but no one dared to act.]

[In the midst of the commotion, someone spotted Spider-Man swinging toward the scene. Gasps of relief rippled through the onlookers as Peter landed near the burning house and darted inside without hesitation, his webbing trailing behind him.]

[For a moment, hope hung in the air, but it was quickly replaced by fear as an explosion rocked the building. The mother screamed, nearly collapsing to her knees. Smoke and debris obscured the view, and time seemed to stretch endlessly.]

[Finally, Spider-Man emerged, cradling a small child in his arms. Cheers erupted as he gently returned the child to the mother. "He's fine," Peter assured her, his voice calm despite the chaos. "He's safe!"]

[The mother sobbed with gratitude, thanking Spider-Man over and over. However, the relief was short-lived as several police officers approached. "Spider-Man," one of them called out, "you're under arrest. You need to come with us."]

[Before Peter could respond, a cry for help echoed from the upper floors of the house. Peter glanced back at the officers. "I'm going to save them!" he declared, his voice resolute.]

[The lead officer hesitated, his face torn between duty and humanity. Finally, he nodded. "Go!" he shouted. "But you'd better come back!" Peter didn't wait for a second invitation. "I won't!" he called over his shoulder as he swung back into the inferno.]

[The situation inside was dire. The structure groaned under the strain, and flames consumed the upper floors. Guided by the faint sound of a woman crying, Peter moved quickly but carefully. He finally found the source of the sound, a figure wrapped in cloth. But as he approached, the figure turned around—it was the Green Goblin.]

["You really have no imagination, do you, Spider-Man?" the Goblin sneered, landing a powerful punch that sent Peter flying backward.]

[Peter scrambled to his feet as the Green Goblin mocked him further. "Always rushing into the fire, so predictable. Why not join me instead? Together, we could do great things." The Goblin's hand tightened around a razor-sharp dart, his intentions clear.]

["You're insane," Peter shot back without hesitation. The Green Goblin responded by hurling the dart straight at him.]

[More darts followed, but Peter's spider-sense kicked in. Twisting and flipping mid-air, he dodged most of the projectiles. The Green Goblin was relentless, though, closing the distance and landing several heavy blows. Peter countered with a powerful kick, sending the Goblin sprawling.]

[The battle raged on. Peter managed to smash two of the darts with his fists, but one grazed his arm, leaving a sharp sting. Another dart whizzed toward him, but Peter dodged just in time, retaliating with a punch that sent the Green Goblin flying. Using his webbing, Peter pulled the Goblin back and delivered a second devastating kick.]

[Realizing the house was on the verge of collapse, Peter made the difficult decision to retreat. Swinging out of the burning building, he disappeared into the night. Left behind, the Green Goblin roared in frustration, his voice echoing through the flames. "No one refuses me!"]

Back at the Stark Tower, Tony watched the scene unfold on The Screen. He frowned, analyzing Spider-Man's movements. "His spider-sense is good, but not flawless," Tony remarked. "He still got scratched. Shouldn't he have dodged all of them or broken them before they reached him?"

Jarvis, ever observant, chimed in. "The darts were deceptively fast and sharp. They sliced through structural beams with ease, yet Spider-Man's injury was minimal. It suggests his reflexes and durability are exceptional."

Tony leaned back, thoughtful. "And his fighting improved during the battle. At first, he took heavy hits, but by the end, he was dominating. It's like he's holding back intentionally, afraid to hurt his opponents." He sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Too bad he's not on our Earth. I think Peter Parker and I would've been good friends."

[Meanwhile, Harry was busy tidying up the house, muttering to himself as he worked. Mary Jane walked in, balancing a bowl of food, and set it on the table under Harry's watchful gaze.]

[Outside, Norman Osborn arrived with a fruitcake in hand. His face was serious, but as Aunt May opened the door, he donned a warm smile. "Sorry to drop by unannounced," he said, handing her the fruitcake. "Work has been hectic lately."]

[Aunt May welcomed him graciously, exchanging pleasantries before introducing him to Mary Jane. Norman's handshake lingered slightly longer than necessary as he studied her, a polite but calculating expression on his face.]

[Peter, meanwhile, landed quietly outside, his spider-sense on high alert. He removed his mask just as Aunt May began calling for him. Panicking, Peter quickly scaled the walls and stuck to the ceiling. Aunt May, puzzled by the noise, entered the room but saw nothing out of place.]

[Unbeknownst to her, Peter was pressed against the ceiling, his injured arm dripping blood. Norman entered moments later, his enhanced senses picking up the faint sound of blood hitting the floor. Narrowing his eyes, he scanned the room but found no one.]

[Peter, ever resourceful, had slipped under the windowsill just in time. Norman's suspicion lingered, but he eventually joined the others downstairs. Peter re-entered moments later, carrying a bottle of red plum sauce. "Had to wrestle an old lady for this," he joked, earning laughter from the group.]

[As dinner began, Peter caught sight of Mary Jane and Harry sitting together. A pang of loneliness struck him, but he quickly masked it with a smile. Aunt May served roast chicken, but when Norman reached for it with his hands, she playfully slapped them away. His expression darkened for a split second before returning to a genial smile.]

[Aunt May noticed Peter's bleeding arm and fussed over him, but Peter brushed it off, claiming he'd been hit by a bicycle. Norman, however, wasn't convinced. His sharp eyes lingered on the wound, his suspicions growing. Apologizing abruptly, he excused himself and left the house, leaving Harry puzzled as he followed him out.]

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