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Ultimate Tangled Web
Chapter 1
The lights of New York twinkled through the penthouse window. It was dark outside, dark enough that he could see the lights of the cars, buses and taxis far below. He loved this time of evening, finishing up the workday and watching the ants crawl back to their holes. It was New York at night. He stood high above it, a god over insects. Norman Osborn considered it poetic justice.
He lifted the drink in his hand and the strong smell of spirits filled his nostrils. He drank and watched the little lights flicker and flow in the streets below. How inane their existence must be. If they only knew that something greater looked down from above, a lord in his tower of concrete and steel-
"Mr. Osborn?" The buzzer on his desk cut off his musing.
Irritated he strode over to the intercom. "What is it Ms. Brooke?"
"There is a young lady here to see you. She says her name is Mary Jane Watson."
That was odd. "Is she alone?"
"It would seem so, sir."
Norman couldn’t repress a smile. Most of the time he despised surprises, but this could potentially be entertaining. "Send her in Ms, Brooke."
The door to his dark edifice opened. In walked the young woman, a friend to both Peter and his son Harry. She was nervous, biting her lip and looking around at the Berber carpets, ornate woodwork, and the large centralized fish tank in his office. It was tough to ignore the shark that slowly circled inside there.
"Welcome Mary Jane! It’s good to see you again." He gave her his most charming smile (which didn’t relax her in the slightest). "Have a seat." Norman motioned to his desk.
Timidly the young redhead sat down. She was a lovely young woman, with big green eyes and a beautiful mouth. Her mode of dress was far too casual for the setting; her denim overalls, yellow baby T-shirt, and little plastic sunflower clips in her hair. She even had a matching yellow plastic knapsack. It struck him as silly, a girl this young trying to look younger, absolutely silly when you considered how well grown she already was. Mary Jane crossed her legs and Norman caught a glimpse of her naked hip and the red string thong that hung there.
Norman swished the brandy in his glass and listened to the ice cubes clink off the sides. He sat down across from her and tried to speak in his warmest and friendliest of tones. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
Mary Jane bit her lip and looked down at the floor. She was nervous, almost shaking. Her face was not one accustomed to worry. He could see the youthful exuberance and easy smile in his memory. Neither was there now. He could tell she was terrified of him, which probably had something to do with that time he tossed her off the Queensboro Bridge.
With her lips quivering Mary Jane looked up at him, "I-I’d like to talk about Peter."
"Okay…" Norman leaned back in his leather chair, a posture that exuded confidence. "What about our mutual friend?"
Mary Jane was almost trembling, but her green eyes held a look of defiance. "I want you and Peter to stop killing each other." She visibly gained strength after speaking the words out loud. A look of determination crossed her sweet young face, "The fighting, the falling, and the crashes. The damaged caused in your brawls. It’s a miracle neither one of you has been killed. I want to find a way where you two can bury the hatchet without killing or hurting anyone else."
Norman came to respect her. The fear that she’d walked in with was almost gone. She was charming in her defiance. "Mary Jane, you have me all wrong. I don’t want to harm Peter. Never have. All I want is for him to grow up and face reality."
"Reality? I’m afraid I don’t understand Mr. Osborn."
Without asking her permission, Norman poured her a glass of brandy and slid it across the table. "First and foremost I am a businessman, Mary Jane. Peter got his powers in one of my labs. Do you have any idea how much that spider bite has cost me? Your high school buddies destroyed a unique specimen that cost tens of millions in research dollars, not to mention all of the potential billions that Peter’s altered genome could be worth in and of itself." Norman gave her a moment to let that idea sink in. "I’ve never wanted to kill Peter. I’ve only wanted him to work with me, reap the rewards of his good fortune."
Mary Jane gave him a skeptical stare. "Are you serious?"
Norman raised a bemused eyebrow. "Do you think I like punching him in the head? Peter is like a son to me. He’s a bright and determined young man. I wish my own boy was more like him."
Mary Jane took a little sip from her brandy glass. It made her eyes water and her throat burn. None of that showed because of the nervous state she’d walked in under. "So if you don’t want to kill him, what’s with all the fireballs and fighting in the streets?"
Norman let out a sigh of remorse. "After our initial spat, which wasn’t about Peter he just got in the way, I tried to reason with him. I know his family isn’t loaded, so I offered to pave his way. I could get him into the best schools; let him achieve his potential as a scientist. I guaranteed him a job for life, lucrative, and in the field of his greatest interest. And do you know what he did?" Norman paused for dramatic effect. "He hit me in the face with a parking meter. Not the most mature reaction."
"Peter doesn’t want anyone controlling him. Neither would you." Mary Jane said defensively. "He has a responsibility streak a mile wide. That’s what the whole Spider-Man thing is about."
"Responsibility," Norman was on the verge of shouting, "he’s one of the most irresponsible kids I’ve ever met! He wouldn’t be Spider-Man if it wasn’t for me! If he gets himself killed in one of these adolescent brawls, I lose, he loses, and you lose a well! He’s worth a fortune to me, as an asset and a person!" Norman took a moment to regain his composure. "I offered him a perfect life on a silver platter and he spat in my face. What would you say I do about that Mary Jane?"
"It’s not worth killing each other over." She said meekly.
"Then what do you propose, Mary Jane? Like I said, I’m a businessman. I’m open to any suggestions."
Mary Jane sipped her brandy again. This time it didn’t burn. "Let me talk to him. He’ll listen to me."
Norman leaned forward on his desk and glared into the young woman’s eyes. "That’s not a guarantee. It seems I don’t get anything out of this deal that I couldn’t just take myself." The hardball negotiator sat back and intertwined his fingers. "It seems the only thing you’ve done is cost me time. My time is particularly expensive. Have a good evening Ms. Watson."
She set her glass down with a hollow thud. Mary Jane was moving slowly, deliberately trying to give herself enough time to think of a rebuttal. She slowly turned to the door. "Please Mr. Osborn..." she begged over her shoulder, "I love him…"
"If you think you can talk some sense into him than go ahead and do so, but you’ll have to buy the time." Norman let a sly smile creep onto his face.
"Buy the time?" Mary Jane’s brain raced. "I have about fifty bucks on me, another two-hundred in the bank-"
Norman couldn’t suppress the chuckle. "I don’t think you can afford my time on your allowance Mary Jane. You’ll have to think of something in trade."
Not understanding, Mary Jane turned around in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Norman stood, drank the rest of his brandy and crossed over to the other side of the desk. He leaned against it in a nonchalant and relaxed pose. "How long do you think it would take you to convince Peter?"
"I dunno," MJ mumbled, "maybe a month."
"A month," Norman reiterated. "Considering how much I make in a day that is an awful large sum of money. I don’t think you can pay that in cash, so…"
Mary Jane took a step backwards. "So?"
"Perhaps you can think of a service you could render? Something a little more valuable you can barter with?" Norman didn’t try to be coy about where his eyes were wandering.
Mary Jane’s skin flushed and her eyes went wide. "You’re not suggesting…"
Norman Osborn laughed. "Now she’s starting to get it! I knew you weren’t stupid."
"No!" Mary Jane’s face twisted in horror. "I could never-"
Norman placed one finger over his lips and let out a loud "Shhhh…" His expression was stern but his eyes were wild. "Don’t overreact, this isn’t a threat. I’m giving you a choice, a business proposition. You want me not to come after Peter for thirty days. Time enough for you to convince him to give up this Spider-Man nonsense and work for me. All I’m asking in return is one night, a token gesture to show me how serious you consider this issue." An insatiable smile grew on Norman’s face. "In the long run it will save you both a great deal of pain. I wouldn’t want either one of you to end up like Gwen what’s-her-name…"
Mary Jane tried to slow down her breathing. He was serious. He was crazy, he was dangerous, and he was dead serious. She had no idea if he would keep his word or not. If she gave him what he wanted she might be able to convince Peter to reconsider, at least give up the webs for a little while, time to gather evidence and take down Norman Osborn from the inside-
Norman stepped forward and took her by the arms, leaning over so he could whisper in her ear. "I can see you’re little brain thinking about it, Mary Jane. Ponder it good, because it’s the only offer you’re going to get."
She could feel the strength of his hands, smell his cologne and sweat. Norman Osborn was a powerful man, even before his transformation. He was used to getting what he wanted, one way or another. He hadn’t threatened her yet, not physically anyway, but by his tonality and stance she could take his meaning. Either he would go after Peter or Peter would come after him. Either Peter would get beaten into submission or they’d kill each other. She’d seen how powerful Norman’s other form was. Of all of Spider-Man’s enemies, the Green Goblin was the most dangerous. Not just for his power, but his mind. This night he’d been a master manipulator.
"Being an adult," Norman backed off slowly, "is about making difficult choices. You have a big one in front of you now, Mary Jane. I didn’t force you to come here. That was your choice, and a very brave one at that. I’m sure Peter would be much happier with a smart and brave woman at his side, rather than a washed up cadaver on the banks of the Hudson. Either way he plays into my hands. Why not choose the ending that makes everyone happy?"
Norman Osborn turned his back and folded his arms. Mary Jane could see how broad his shoulders were, how straight his spine and powerful his back. He was a full grown man. They were little more than children; children that were growing up way too fast.
"The ball is in your court, Mary Jane."
"30 days," she spoke softly, "one night for 30 days." Mary Jane swallowed. Coming here wasn’t a good idea. Thinking she could get sympathy from a psychopath wasn’t a good idea. Now she was left with a choice.
Norman grunted. "My time is expensive Mary Jane. Do you have an answer for me?"
Her hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. "What do you want me to do first?"
TBC…
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