Marvel: Restart! Spiderman!

"Gahaha, kid, you're quite good—way more troublesome than before."

At this moment, Norman was skillfully maneuvering his glider between the apartment buildings, glancing back at the red-and-blue figure relentlessly pursuing him. He also peeked up at the helicopter overhead and laughed arrogantly.

"This is so much fun, really, too much fun."

He steered his glider into a narrow alley, smashing through clotheslines between balconies. Damp clothes flew into the air, continuously flapping toward Charlie behind him.

"Sorry, I don't need raw materials for a new suit right now."

Charlie swung up to the rooftops using his webbing, spreading his arms wide as the glider wings under his arms helped him soar over the cluttered alley.

"Gahaha, gotcha!"

In the next moment, the Green Goblin suddenly shot out from the alley, his glider's blades aimed directly at Charlie's heart.

In the moonlight, the blade gleamed coldly as the wind howled. Even though Charlie's spider-sense hadn't gone off, it didn't mean he wasn't prepared for Norman.

Boom!

His glider wings extended another half-inch, abruptly slowing his glide.

Norman had miscalculated, and his glider swooped past Charlie in a blur, stirring up a violent wave of heat.

Immediately, Barton, from the helicopter, spotted the Goblin rising into the air and didn't hesitate to release an arrow.

Boom!!

A loud explosion erupted, and flames ignited in midair, forcing Norman to retreat back into the apartment complex to escape Hawkeye's lock-on.

"Kids these days have no manners."

Norman sighed, but in the next moment, he felt his glider go out of control beneath him.

"No, damn it!"

He struggled to stabilize the glider, only to realize it had somehow gotten tangled in webbing.

Looking back, Norman saw Charlie gripping the web, pulling the glider with one hand while firing more webbing straight into Norman's face with the other.

"Ugh, you damn brat."

Boom!

Blinded, Norman crashed into a rooftop water tank. His connection to the glider was severed, and his body was flung into the alley below.

"No, no, no—!"

Crash, crash, crash~

Norman fell, smashing through clotheslines before finally crashing headfirst into a stinking trash can.

"Ugh, this is disgusting!"

The trash can burst open as Norman tried to stand, only to be kicked through the air by Charlie, who had swooped down.

Bang!

With full force, Norman's green armor slammed into a wall, the noise waking up the neighborhood as residents began sticking their heads out of windows.

"Oh, it's Spider-Man!"

"And the Green Goblin!"

"Oh no, our laundry…"

Amidst the cries of alarm, Norman angrily burst out of the hole in the wall.

"I am the most terrifying demon! No one can defeat me!"

Thwip, thwip, thwip~

In the next moment, Charlie rapidly fired webs, creating a trap that Norman flew straight into, struggling to break free.

"Tell me, how are you still alive?"

Out of breath and clearly exhausted, Norman's malevolent eyes fixated on Charlie.

Charlie shrugged. "Sorry, you never actually killed me. It was all just your delusion."

He pointed to his head, hinting that Norman's mind wasn't quite right.

"What?"

Norman's pupils dilated as he shook his head, screaming, "Impossible! I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!!"

Charlie glanced upward, noticing the figure jumping down from the helicopter. There wasn't time to wait for Norman to vent.

He was just about to move in and take Norman away when his unreliable spider-sense suddenly flared with warning.

"What is—"

In an instant, Charlie's eyes lit up with a flash of blue as he quickly shot his webbing to get away from Norman.

Boom!!

A flash of white light erupted, and the alley was consumed in an explosion of intense light, dissolving the web trap in an instant.

Charlie, clinging to the side of the wall, breathed a sigh of relief. "Now that's a real pumpkin bomb?"

He remembered all too well how he was blown to bits by one of those the last time.

Norman, now free, slowly emerged from the shadows, his eyes glowing with even more malice.

"Not bad. You're much more cautious than last time," he praised.

If it weren't for the difficulty in crafting these bombs, he would've wiped out those SHIELD agents long ago.

Charlie crouched on the wall, hesitating to make any rash moves. After their earlier skirmish, it was clear Norman wasn't overwhelmingly strong—his power didn't exceed ten tons—but his ever-present glider and deadly pumpkin bombs made him a serious threat.

Moreover, no matter how many times Hawkeye's arrows or heavy impacts hit him, Norman recovered quickly, and his Green Goblin armor showed little damage.

With high-tech weapons, physical resilience, and a cunning nature, Norman was hard to defeat without overwhelming strength.

"Hey, need a hand?"

At that moment, Steve, holding his shield, jumped down the stairs and blocked Norman's path.

"You must be Spider-Man. Where are you from?" Steve asked, raising his shield while keeping an eye on Charlie.

Charlie leaped down to the ground. "Uh, Queens. What about you?"

"SHIELD's top dorm. One bedroom, one bathroom, private bed." Steve's face beamed with pride.

In his day, only officers enjoyed such luxuries.

"I think you guys should save the chit-chat for later," Natasha, aiming a gun at Norman from the rooftop, interjected.

On the other side, Barton drew his bow. "I've got a five-bedroom, two-bath, two-story house."

Charlie scratched his head. "I hate this kind of competition."

Norman glanced around, his demonic mask looking more sinister by the second.

"Have any of you ever lived in a castle?"

"No, but if we catch you, we can sell your castle to pay for the damages," Steve quipped, launching his shield.

Simultaneously, Barton's arrow whistled through the air, but the cunning Norman wasn't about to give in. He hurled all his pumpkin bombs in every direction.

Boom, boom, boom!!

Terrifying explosions erupted, sending nearby residents into a frenzy as they screamed and fled.

Amidst the fiery chaos, Barton's arrows snapped, and Steve's shield was embedded in the ground. Norman's figure had vanished.

Cough, cough~

Through the wreckage, Steve covered his nose and mouth with one hand as he retrieved his shield. "He's gone."

Barton scanned the area carefully. "I don't see him."

"Well, we've failed this mission."

Natasha sighed in frustration. "It's been a long time since we faced someone this difficult. Looks like three Avengers aren't enough."

"By the way, where's the little spider from Queens?"

She looked around, suddenly realizing Spider-Man had disappeared as well.

At the same time, police sirens blared through the night sky.

In the chaotic street, Norman, now draped in a sheet, blended in with the crowd as they evacuated the scene.

"Gahaha, Nick, are these the Avengers you gathered? What a joke. A bunch of idiots."

Feeling smug, Norman hunched his shoulders and slunk into a nearby narrow alleyway.

"Hahaha, that was fun, so much fun."

Walking through the deserted alley, Norman removed his helmet, gleefully kicking over trash cans as he passed.

But soon enough, his steps halted, and his grin faded as he stared at the red-and-blue figure sitting on a giant web.

"Charlie, you clever boy. I absolutely love you," Norman sneered.

Charlie sat cross-legged on the web. "Don't mention the word 'death' around me. I'm allergic to it."

With that, he yanked a string of webbing, causing a net to fall from above and ensnare Norman in a trap.