Not So Friendly Anymore

The sun cast long shadows over New York City, its light struggling to pierce through the smog that hung in the air like a shroud. The day after the Raft massacre felt like a grim wake-up call for the city. Peter Parker, who had once swung through these streets as Spider-Man with hope in his heart, now found himself navigating the aftermath of his own dark deeds.

The city's mood was fractured, reflecting the chaotic spectrum of responses to Spider-Man's actions. As Peter walked through the streets, he couldn't escape the polarized opinions that seemed to permeate every corner of the city. People whispered and argued, their voices tinged with a mixture of awe, fear, and rage.

At a crowded coffee shop on the corner of 5th Avenue, Peter overheard snippets of the public debate.

"He did what needed to be done!" an elderly man said to the barista, his face a mask of grim satisfaction. "Those criminals were a blight on the city. Better they're gone."

"Did you see those headlines?" a young woman retorted. "He's no hero. He's a murderer. How can anyone justify what he did?"

Peter took his coffee in silence, feeling the weight of their divided sentiments press down on him. The barista, catching his troubled expression, offered a sympathetic smile, but Peter could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes as well.

Leaving the coffee shop, Peter walked through the city streets, taking in the array of posters and graffiti that had sprung up overnight. Some depicted Spider-Man as a dark savior, others as a ruthless killer. The city was grappling with its own identity, torn between the figure of a hero who had taken justice into his own hands and the specter of a vigilante gone rogue.

A few blocks away, a large crowd had gathered in a public square, divided into two opposing factions. On one side, people held signs supporting Spider-Man, celebrating him as a necessary evil. They chanted slogans about justice and protection, their voices a mix of defiant pride and fear.

On the other side, a counter-protest raged. Here, people denounced Spider-Man's actions, holding signs that read "Murder is Not Justice" and "No Heroism in Bloodshed." Their anger was palpable, their faces red with frustration and fear. The divide between the two groups was sharp, each side entrenched in their beliefs.

Peter approached the scene cautiously, trying to remain inconspicuous. The intensity of the protest was unsettling, a stark reminder of how his recent actions had affected not just the criminals he targeted but the city itself. As he walked closer, he noticed an unsettling tension building in the air, an undercurrent of hostility that seemed ready to erupt.

Suddenly, from the edge of the square, a figure emerged. The Green Goblin, clad in his signature green armor and menacing grin, flew in on his glider, cutting through the twilight with a sickly green glow. His presence was marked by an ominous hum that drew the eyes of both protest groups. The crowd's reaction was a mix of shock, fear, and confusion.

The Green Goblin raised a gloved hand, holding a device that emitted a high-pitched, ear-splitting sound. The noise pierced through the cacophony of protests, causing people to clutch their ears and fall to their knees in pain. The device was not just a signal, it was a weapon, one that inflicted immediate suffering.

Peter's heart raced as he watched the scene unfold. The Green Goblin's malevolent laughter cut through the chaos like a blade. His eyes gleamed with twisted pleasure as he activated another part of the device, releasing a noxious gas into the square. The gas spread rapidly, enveloping the crowd in a cloud of toxic fumes.

Panic erupted. People stumbled and fell, their voices rising in desperate cries for help. The once-defiant protesters were now scrambling, their unity shattered by the immediate threat of the Green Goblin's assault. The scene turned chaotic as the Green Goblin's laughter echoed through the square, a grim reminder of the power he wielded.

Peter, horrified and enraged, felt the familiar pull of the symbiote as it surged across his body, sensing his rising fury. The black tendrils wrapped around him, suiting him up in a matter of seconds, its inky surface shifting into the shape of his Spider-Man suit. His eyes glowed white beneath the mask, reflecting the seething anger that coursed through him. Without hesitation, he darted into action, swinging through the city at breakneck speed, heading straight for the square.

The Green Goblin stood atop a nearby building, his silhouette outlined against the darkening sky. He looked down at the chaos he had caused, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He reveled in the destruction, his eyes searching for Peter.

Peter landed in the midst of the carnage, his heart pounding as he began to help the injured. He pulled people away from the gas, assisting those who were struggling to breathe. The scene was overwhelming, screams of pain, the sight of people collapsing, and the acrid smell of the Green Goblin's gas. It was a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

As he worked, the Green Goblin's voice rang out from above. "Look at what you've done, Spider-Man! Your actions have brought nothing but chaos!"

Peter's anger surged, and he looked up, catching sight of the Green Goblin's gleeful face. He could see the satisfaction in the Goblin's eyes, the twisted delight in his voice. It was a cruel reminder of how Peter's own actions had invited this nightmare.

Without warning, the Green Goblin activated another device. A series of explosions erupted across the square, sending debris flying and causing even more chaos. The crowd's panic intensified as the explosions rocked the area, making it clear that the Green Goblin had no intention of stopping.

Peter's frustration boiled over. He felt a mix of guilt, anger, and desperation as he fought to contain the damage and save as many people as he could. He could see the media arriving, their cameras capturing the unfolding disaster, but their presence offered little comfort amidst the chaos.

As the night deepened, the Green Goblin's laughter echoed through the city. His voice carried across the skyline, a chilling reminder of the threat he posed. Peter's eyes locked onto the Green Goblin's figure, his frustration reaching a breaking point.

In a moment of raw anguish and defiance, Peter looked up at the sky, his voice breaking free in a desperate cry. "OSBORN!" he shouted, the sound of his scream cutting through the night.

The Green Goblin's laughter only grew louder, his shadowy figure retreating into the darkness as the chaos continued to unfold. The city was left in disarray, the air filled with the sounds of sirens and the cries of those who had been affected by the Green Goblin's attack.

Peter stood amidst the wreckage, his heart heavy with the weight of his choices and the consequences they had wrought. The city, once his home and sanctuary, now seemed like a battleground of conflicting emotions and relentless darkness. As he gazed up at the night sky, the echo of his scream lingered, a poignant reminder of the ongoing struggle between hero and villain, justice and chaos.

The Green Goblin was back, and Peter Parker knew that the true battle had only just begun.

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