Marvel: Restart! Spiderman!

Late at night, at Oscorp.

"Hahaha, this is too much fun! So entertaining, so much fun!"

In the dimly lit office, Norman, dressed in his Green Goblin armor, lay sprawled on the couch, waving his arms like a mischievous child.

In his excitement, he slipped off the couch, dropping his phone onto the carpet.

"Oh, my dear! Please don't be broken, or I'll be heartbroken."

Carefully checking the phone, Norman let out a sigh of relief.

"Good, it's not broken. My fun can continue for a while longer."

In the shadows, a timid figure trembled.

"Mr. Goblin, I... I'm ready."

Betty, pale-faced, nervously set up the camera as the office lights flared up.

In the corner of the room were several Oscorp board members, bound tightly.

Norman glanced at Betty, his demonic mask twisting grotesquely.

"You don't need to be afraid. I'm the scariest demon around, but I have no interest in hurting beautiful women."

Betty was on the verge of tears—his words only made her more terrified.

Ignoring her fear, Norman stood and towered over the terrified board members, letting out a chilling, maniacal laugh.

"Gahaha, are you all ready?"

The board members were filled with terror, their eyes pleading for mercy.

Without further warning, Norman gestured for Betty to point the camera at them.

At the same time, the massive screens in Times Square flickered, replaced by the live feed from the office.

"Now, tell everyone what you did to the great Norman Osborn!" Norman laughed wildly.

At his command, the board members averted their eyes, too scared to face the camera.

The next second, Norman reached out and clutched one of their throats.

Crack!

The lifeless body collapsed to the floor, and Betty covered her mouth in terror, shrinking into the corner.

The other board members were so horrified that some wet themselves.

"Gahaha, what a bunch of cowards! But I don't like cleaning up after myself."

With a flick of his wrist, a blade shot out, threatening the group. He pointed to one of them at random. "You. Start talking."

"I-I... I'll talk, I'll talk..."

The man trembled, sweat pouring down his face as he knelt.

"My name is Kurtz. I own 11% of Oscorp's shares."

"Get to the point!"

"Yes, yes, Oscorp was founded by Mr. Norman Osborn. He gave everything to the company, but after his experiment failed, we conspired together to force him out. We're the ones to blame, we—"

"Not detailed enough. Next."

Norman cut him off, then mercilessly decapitated him.

Ughhh...

The sight of the rolling head and blood spattering everywhere caused the others to vomit violently as they collapsed to the ground in fear.

Watching their pathetic reactions brought Norman immense satisfaction.

"Hahaha! This is so much fun! Too much fun!!"

He clapped his hands in delight, continuing to demand the other board members confess his grievances.

Meanwhile, the live broadcast quickly drew the attention of countless people in Times Square.

"Oh my God, it's the Green Goblin again. How terrifying!"

"This is awful!"

"What is he trying to do?"

"This is some twisted game!"

"Listen to that—so it was the board members who ousted Norman as chairman. How is that even possible?"

"Another ugly corporate power struggle."

The crowd whispered among themselves, and the wailing of police sirens filled the streets as officers rushed to Oscorp.

"Hurry! Move faster!"

"Today's turning out to be a really bad day."

Inside one of the police cars, George Stacy's face was grim.

After just wrapping up one case, they were immediately hit with something even more serious.

If they didn't handle this correctly, the consequences could be catastrophic.

He glanced at the live broadcast on the giant screens, his expression darkening further.

"This is way beyond what regular officers can handle."

He could only hope that the specialists could handle the situation.

Inwardly, he prayed.

Soon, the police cars sped past Times Square.

A red-and-blue figure swung down from above, landing steadily on a nearby billboard.

Charlie squinted at the screen, observing the scene.

Norman's condition was worsening, driving him to more extreme acts of madness.

Charlie understood Norman's frustrations.

Norman had devoted his entire life to Oscorp, sacrificing time with his family, missing even his wife's final moments before she passed away.

He felt guilty toward his family, all for the sake of restoring the Osborn family's legacy. He wanted to cure the Osborn hereditary disease, not just for himself but for Harry—to give Harry a longer, happier life, free from the torment of their family's curse.

But the failure of the genetic serum experiment cost him everything.

All his efforts had turned to ashes.

The board members became the final straw, crushing his spirit.

They squeezed the last bit of value out of him and then discarded him, forcing Norman to inject the unfinished genetic serum.

Norman succeeded—he gained immense power, and the hereditary disease could no longer claim his life.

But he also failed—he lost himself, becoming a furious, unstable madman.

Now he sought revenge on everyone, desperate to unleash his inner pain and grievances.

He had unleashed the most terrible demon within him, spreading fear to all.

In the live broadcast, as each board member confessed the truth, Norman laughed heartily.

Because of Oscorp, these board members had exploited him his entire life.

He had willingly accepted it because it was his greatest passion.

And now, reporters were flocking to the scene, doing the same thing.

Soon, dozens of police cars arrived at the base of the Oscorp building, joined by a growing crowd of onlookers.

Norman wasn't hiding his location.

"Mr. Goblin, calm down. Tell us what you want, and we'll try to meet your demands."

By the police cars, George raised a loudspeaker, shouting up toward the building.

Armed officers quietly slipped into the building, ready to act at any moment.

A helicopter hovered above the skyscraper.

"Captain, we've confirmed that the Green Goblin is, in fact, Norman Osborn."

Inside the helicopter, Natasha Romanoff's expression was grim.

Beside her, Steve Rogers clutched his shield tightly and took a deep breath. "I may have been frozen for 70 years, but my body's fully recovered. I can handle this."

Natasha shook her head. "Norman was once a high-ranking SHIELD agent. But for some reason, he left SHIELD early on to focus on his company. He's no easy target."

Steve furrowed his brow. "Wait, why didn't you tell me that earlier?"

"I just found out from Nick."

"Alright, guess I'll have to get used to your 'unreliable' ways."

As Steve spoke, Clint Barton's voice came through his earpiece.

"I'm in position. The moment he's in my sight, I can take the shot."

"Good, Barton. You're Hawkeye, right? I'm looking forward to working with you."

Perched atop a tall building, Clint Barton, holding his compound bow, had Norman's office locked in his sights, his face emotionless.

Suddenly, a red-and-blue figure appeared in his field of view, and he quickly nocked an arrow.

"I see a red-and-blue bug. Should I shoot him down?" he asked.

"A bug?"

Steve was momentarily confused, but Natasha caught on.

"It's Spider-Man. Looks like Norman didn't manage to kill him after all."