If Only
Part #4
Written by: Cynnamon Flakes / gobby_hero@hotmail.com

Warning: there will be many dark chapters after this one, and if you don’t like the idea of slash; don’t read this fic!

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Norman couldn’t help himself. He licked his lips. Parker was so delicious looking, especially when naked. It turned out that Norman wasn’t the only superhero- or villain- that wore only their uniform and nothing beneath it.

After Norman had stripped Peter, he had just stared at his young, nubile, body. It was nice, so nice, but Norman refrained from using the body for his needs. There would be plenty of time for that later, and although he desperately wanted a taste of Peter’s body right then and there- he needed to play the game out all the way, with no changes. The Goblin wanted a piece of Peter too, and he almost broke Norman’s will to keep Peter untouched, but eventually, he backed down, although he did not refrain from admiring Peter along with Norman.

Eventually, Norman bent down and picked Peter up, taking him to his balcony, where his glider had been left.

He locked himself into place, and with a thought, he lifted off the solid surface and into the air, his transformation as the Goblin overcoming him.

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May Parker was in her kitchen, busy making herself a dinner, when she sensed something strange, and looked up from her work and out the window.

"Dear Lord!" she cried out and emitted a high-pitched shriek. Hovering less then a foot away from the window was the Green Goblin, inanimate yellow eyes staring down directly at her. He let out a cackle of glee at her fear, and then punched through the window, showering glass all about the counter, and making Aunt May shield her face, receiving many cuts on her hands.

"I have a little present for you. And you’d better get it to the hospital quickly- I wouldn’t want it to die on you!" He said and lay an unconscious Peter Parker down on the counter top. Then he was gone, leaving his awful laugh trailing behind him.

"Oh, dear Lord!" May exclaimed, and ran to the phone, dialling 911.

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"Oh God, Aunt May! How is he?" Mary Jane exclaimed as she came into the ER waiting room, embracing May Parker firmly.

"They said that he might have died, had he gotten here any later. He had a concussion, and if you sleep during one of those…" May gulped, and continued. "… You may never wake up."

Mary Jane shuddered at the prospect.

"May Parker?"

May looked up, Mary Jane following her lead.

"Peter’s condition is stabilised. He wants to see you."

Without any hesitation, May and M.J. stood and entered Peter’s room. Mary Jane felt her heart sinking as she saw Peter lying on the hospital bed, weak and battered.

There was a bandage wrapped around his forehead a spot of blood already poking through, and M.J. noticed that a nurse was busy tending to one of his wrists (the other was already bandaged), dabbing salve on the spots where skin had been torn away, to prevent infections.

"Hey." he said, and the simple word seemed to take a lot of strength from him, exhausting him.

"We were so worried." May said, and moved to Peter’s right, grasping his hand tightly.

They sat there like that for a while, Mary Jane watching them. Tears sprang to her eyes as she watched the two. They both had been through so much.

There was a light tapping on the doorframe, interrupting the moments, and both Osborn’s stood in the doorframe.

"May we come in?" Norman asked politely. Concern was plastered all over their features. May nodded and waved them in.

"Peter, we’re both glad to see you." Norman said, and smiled kindly at Parker. Next to him, Peter saw that Harry was frowning.

"What happened, Pete?" Harry asked immediately. Peter closed his eyes and shuddered. May shot an annoyed look over a Harry, which he deliberately ignored.

"I went out to take pictures of Spider-Man and the Green Goblin, and the Goblin threw a punch- and hit me. I can’t remember much after that, but I do remember the Goblin picking me up and Spider-Man calling something after him, and then I blacked out.

"When I woke up, I was handcuffed to a pole or something, and I was in a dark place. The Goblin-" Peter paused, and then shook his head, as if he wanted to forget something.

"The cuffs were too tight. They cut into my wrists whenever I moved." Peter said eventually, to explain why his wrists were so cut up.

"He’s pretty skilled at lying. You may want to keep that I mind." Norman’s alter ego said to him. Norman’s outward appearance never faltered, but inside he was bus trying to detangle the Goblin’s thoughts from his own.

"Peter! I thought I told you how dangerous it was to keep talking those pictures! You could get yourself killed, and just look at you, you almost did!"

May wagged a finger at Peter, and Norman had an urge to rip the finger off. He was the only one to scold the Spider-Man.

"I’m sorry Aunt May, but I’ve gotta make a living." Peter said, and smiled at the nurse as she finished up bandaging his wrist. She smiled back kindly, and then walked out of them room.

May sighed. "Yes, I suppose that you do. I just don’t understand why you let that scientist fire you. You need to get your priorities straight, Peter, and work on keeping a job."

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"Hey, M.J." Peter said, as Mary Jane came into his hospital, carrying a bouquet of flowers with her.

"I brought you these." she said, and lay them on the tray next to his bed. Peter smiled wryly.

"You know, it usually works the other way ‘round. I’m supposed to buy you the flowers."

Mary Jane smiled, and sat down next to his bed. Peter suddenly grew more serious.

"M.J., there’s something I need to tell you. About what happened with the Goblin…"

Peter took a deep breath, and was about to continue, when there was a loud whirring noise. Both Peter and Mary Jane looked towards the window, and saw nothing but white light.

Chunks of wall came flying at them, and one struck M.J. across the head, knocking her to the floor.

"You thought you were out of the woods, Parker?"

The Goblin hovered into the hospital room and smiled wryly at Peter, who had luckily been spared from yet another blow to the head.

"Well, I never expected to get attacked by you. Again." Peter growled, scowling at the Goblin. That was all he could really do, being bedridden and unable to transform himself into Spider-Man, and he knew that he was helpless against Gobby. But he would not keep the sarcastic remarks to himself. They where his small way of rebelling.

The Goblin laughed. "Wrong again!" and then he whispered, so that only Peter could hear him. "Spider-Man."

He pointed an armoured finger at Peter, and from that came out a green gas. Peter tried not to inhale it, but to no avail and he immediately fainted on the spot.

The Goblin picked him up and sped out of the hospital, leaving stunned doctors and nurses behind.

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Yeah, yeah, it was short, I know. But I thought, "oh what the hell!" and began to write.

Also, you’re probably all wondering why the Goblin sent Peter to the hospital and then captured him again- well, if you were a supervillain and you wanted to play with your arch-nemesis, wouldn’t you want your victim to be healthy and not about to die?

I thought so ^_^

~Luna/Anya