Not So Friendly Anymore

Peter swung through the city, his mind lost in the echoes of the Raft massacre. The faces of those he killed blurred together, but there was no regret, no second thoughts. He had done what needed to be done. He had rid the city of its worst criminals, taking justice into his own hands. There was no turning back now. He wasn't Spider-Man anymore, not the hero the city once revered. He was something else, something the city needed.

As he crossed the rooftops, his Spider-Sense buzzed faintly. It wasn't the sharp warning of danger but the subtle twinge of someone nearby, someone familiar. He stopped mid-swing, landing softly on a rooftop. Below, a figure stepped into the moonlight, her silver hair catching the glow as she looked up at him.

Felicia Hardy.

She approached slowly, cautiously, her expression unreadable. Peter watched her without a word, his body tensing. He hadn't seen her in months, not since he began his bloody campaign to rid the streets of crime. Their past felt like a lifetime ago.

"Peter," Felicia called softly, stepping closer, her voice tinged with sadness.

He said nothing, his mask hiding the coldness that had settled over him.

"I've been trying to find you," she continued, her tone heavy. "I needed to talk to you. After everything that happened with Otto—"

At the mention of Otto Octavius, Peter's jaw clenched. Memories of Otto taking over his body, using it to commit crimes, flooded back. Felicia had been one of his victims, and she had blamed Peter for it, not knowing the truth until later. But now? Now it didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

"You don't need to say anything," Peter finally spoke, his voice flat. "I don't care."

Felicia's eyes widened, her heart sinking as she heard the coldness in his voice. "You don't understand, Peter. I blamed you for what happened... when Otto, when *he*—beat me. I thought it was you. I hated you for it." Her voice cracked, the guilt evident. "And now that I know the truth, I... I feel so guilty."

Peter's expression didn't change. "And you think that changes anything?"

Felicia swallowed, taking a step closer. "I don't know. Maybe. I just... I needed to tell you that I'm sorry."

He let out a low, bitter laugh, his fists tightening at his sides. "You want me to forgive you? Give you another chance?"

He laughed again, this time louder, the sound harsh and devoid of warmth. "How many chances have I given you, Felicia? How many times have I let you walk away, let you choose to change, to be better, only for you to squander it?"

Felicia flinched at his words, the weight of his anger pressing down on her. "Peter, I'm—"

"Stop." His voice was sharp, cutting her off. "I've made mistakes in my life, but one of the biggest I ever made was wasting my time loving you."

The words hit her like a punch to the gut. Felicia's breath caught in her throat, her chest tightening as she stared at him, heartbroken. She had always played the game, always danced around her feelings for him, but hearing him say it like that, hearing the finality in his voice, shattered something inside her.

"Peter..." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Don't," he said coldly, turning his back to her. "Don't pretend you care now. You made your choices. And I've made mine."

Felicia stood there, frozen, the weight of his words pressing down on her, guilt and sorrow swirling in her chest. She had lost him. The man she once knew was gone, and in his place was someone she barely recognized. The thought of him becoming this broken, this hard, tore at her, but there was nothing she could do. She was too late.

Peter shot a webline and launched himself into the air without looking back, leaving Felicia standing alone in the darkened street. Her heart ached as she watched him disappear into the night, knowing she had played her part in driving him to this place. She had pushed him away, and now, there was no way back.

Peter soared through the city, the wind whipping past him as the night blurred into streaks of black and gray. The city felt colder than ever, its streets filled with crime, darkness, and decay. He had done what others couldn't, he'd taken action. But as he swung from rooftop to rooftop, he could still feel the weight of Felicia's words clinging to him like a shadow. Her guilt, her sadness, it didn't matter. Not anymore. He was beyond redemption, beyond caring.

No one could save him, and the truth was, he didn't want to be saved.

Far below, hidden in the depths of the city's shadows, a figure watched. A dark smile spread across his face, though it was hidden beneath a hood. His eyes gleamed with a twisted sense of pleasure as he observed Peter's every move.

Osborn.

He had been watching for weeks, ever since Peter had started his descent into something darker, something more brutal. The Green Goblin had always known Peter was different, but this? This was something he could work with. Something he could mold. Peter Parker wasn't the naive boy who once preached about responsibility anymore. No, he had evolved into something much more interesting.

"Look at you," Osborn muttered to himself, his voice dripping with amusement. "Finally becoming who you were always meant to be."

From his vantage point, high above the city, Osborn grinned. He knew Peter's mind was in turmoil, knew he was struggling with his newfound identity. And yet, Peter's rejection of Felicia, his cold dismissal of everything that once tied him to his former life, confirmed what Osborn had suspected.

Peter Parker was ripe for the taking.

Osborn's fingers twitched, his pulse quickening at the thought of what was to come. He could almost feel it, the chaos, the destruction, the battle that would tear the city apart. And at the center of it all, Spider-Man, broken and vulnerable.

He watched Peter swing away into the distance, the darkened figure disappearing into the night, leaving nothing behind but silence and the distant hum of the city.

The Green Goblin smiled, a low, sinister laugh bubbling up from his throat. His time would come soon. He would strike when Peter least expected it, and when he did, there would be no escape.

But for now, Osborn would wait. He would let Peter fall deeper into the abyss, let him sink further into his own madness. Only then, when the time was right, would the Green Goblin return to claim what was his. To show Peter who was truly in control.

Peter continued swinging through the city, his mind blank, his body moving on autopilot. He didn't care where he was going. He had no plan, no destination. Just the endless rhythm of swinging, flying, and falling through the night.

As he reached the edge of the city, the last few buildings stretching into the skyline, Peter's Spider-Sense buzzed again. This time, it was sharp, intense. A warning.

He paused mid-swing, landing on the ledge of a tall building. He scanned the horizon, but nothing seemed out of place. Just the quiet of the city, the distant sound of cars, and the faint echo of sirens.

But something was wrong. He could feel it.

Osborn's laugh echoed in the wind, though Peter didn't hear it. Not yet. But soon.

Soon, the Green Goblin would return. And this time, he wouldn't stop until Spider-Man was broken, beaten, and destroyed.

As Peter launched himself back into the night, unaware of the danger that loomed just beyond the horizon, the darkness of the city seemed to close in around him, suffocating and endless.

And somewhere, in the shadows, the Green Goblin was waiting, watching, planning. Ready to strike.

The city wasn't safe anymore. And neither was Peter Parker.

Thanks for reading everyone

Follow me on X/Twitter @KaulusNoctis

Follow me on Tik Tok @thecrookedcannibal Subscribe to my YouTube Channel @KingCannibal2004

Please feel free to support me on Patreon.com/KingCannibal