Capítulo 24: The Hobogoblin
After returning to New York, kiss still on my mind, I got back to work on the various projects I had. Unfortunately in my absence, things happened.
First off, There was a new vigilante in town who went by the name Hobgoblin. I already knew it wasn't Rodrick Kingsley like the comics as he was dead. He died before Norman Osborn did in a car crash that killed him and his family. Another issue was that while I was gone, Iron Man fout Whiplash during the Stark Expo when Curt Connors apparently tried to test the Lizard Formula on himself and went crazy. Supposedly he went crazy and tried to turn everyone into lizards before Spider-Man and this new Hobgoblin beat him. They were even able to save Police Chief Stacy from getting clawed like in the Amazing Spider-Man.
This makes me a little mad as Connors was an employee and that makes Oscorp somewhat liable for what happened, luckily no one ever found out his identity as he is currently locked in a secure SHIELD prison, so no one can link him to Oscorp.
What really makes me mad however is the fact that I should have known this was going to happen. I knew he was researching a lizards regeneration ability, but I didn't step in!
Punching the modified punching bag in anger, I break it off its chain and into to opposite wall.
"Damn…" I mumble as I pick up another punching bag. These bags were modified to take up twenty tons of force, but I hit with my full strength.
I had already gone to Oscorp and made sure personally that the Genetics division kept working on the Lizard formula, but to run numerous tests first and. I did not want another Lizard on our hands, but the uses for the Lizard formula was too good to pass up.
This event open my eyes a bit though, I can't be everywhere. I can't change everything, it's impossible.
That revelation didn't stop me from breaking another punching bag.
Grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat off my face, I shower and suit up in the Achilles Armor. It's time to find out who the hell this new Hobgoblin is and see if he is even worthy of using the title.
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A few hours later I still had no luck. I already searched every possible suspect and crossed them off of my rather short list. Roderick Kingsley, as I stated earlier, had already died in a suspicious car accident that seems to have been caused purposely. Who killed him was still a mystery however, one I don't really care to solve. Especially if it was who I thought it was..
Arnold "Lefty" Donovan was currently incarcerated for illegally possessing a firearm. In comics he was hypnotized by Kingsley anyway, so I had my doubts to begin with, his being incarcerated confirms he wasn't the new Hobgoblin.
Ned Leeds was simply too… in the politest of ways to say it… The suit was too small for him.
Jason Macendale Jr., in the comics, was a mercenary who took on the title of Jack O Lantern before he became Hobgoblin, but in this earth he is imprisoned for being a low level thug.
Daniel Kingsley died alongside his father in the car crash. Finally there is Phil Urich, worker at the Daily Bugle and friend to Peter Parker. The only issue is that he absolutely hates my (Meaning The Goblins) guts. Even before the Hobgoblin appeared, he often helped J. Jonah Jameson write horrible articles about how evil I was. Figuring this may have been a ruse, I broke into his apartment and looked for clues. After determining that he was not the Hobgoblin, I left and realized that I had no idea who it could be. I already looked into who it could have been from the comics universe of Earth 616, bu-
Wait… Harry was the Hobgoblin for a time in the Ultimate universe didn't he?
But… How?
Pulling up images of the Hobgoblin, I look at his body armor and his weaponry.
The suit is a deep Orange color and seemed to be similar make to Normans own flight suit, but with pieces of metal stuck on the shoulders, elbows, and knees and a hood covered the head. The mask seemed to be nothing more than a half face mask that covered his mouth and nose and a pair of goggles. Both of them black in color. He seemed to wear brown Steel toes boots that somehow connected to his glider.
The Glider I recognized immediately as one of Oscorps old styles when Norman was alive.
The idea that it might be Harry seems more and more accurate…
Damn it… I told him not to, I told him it was dangerous, but he won't listen!
Suddenly a police report came over my helmets HUD alerting me of a bank robbery at the Museum of Natural History
Who knows. Maybe this could distract me for a little bit?
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Landing on the roof opposite of the Museum, I hack into the security cameras and see who was stealing stuff.
Wait… What?
Black Cat? I was wondering when we would meet. I honestly expected her to try and rob me personally. Oh well. I should probably stop her.
Flying over to the roof I Hop off my glider and simply wait, less than five minutes later, I get my first official view of the Black Cat, AKA Felicia Hardy.
Dressed in a formfitting black leather suit with a zipper down the front, (Which was lowered down to show her impressive cleavage.) White fur covered her shoulders with strips going to her elbows and part of her thighs, a small black domino type mask covered her green eyes. On her hands she had some sort of retractable claws to use for scaling buildings or attacking people.
She had yet to notice me as I was in the shadows, but I decided to introduce myself.
"Nice evening isn't it?" I ask as I step out from the shadows and lean against the A/C Unit.
Nearly jumping out of her skin, she immediately whips around and sees me. Eyes widening in either shock or fright, she decides the safer option.
Running away.
Lunging at me and feigning a claw to my face, she immediately backtracks and leaps over the side of the building onto the next. Having my glider follow, I start running after her.
It seems like I needed this more than I realized as the adrenalin and the rush of just running and jumping from building to building causes my stress and anger to fade as I simply allow myself to get lost in the run. Honestly I was letting her slowly gain distance away from me as we ran, I had already tagged her with a small tracking device, so this chase was just for fun.
That might explain why I got a little miffed when the original reason I was out decided to drop in and steal my fun.
"Ha! I got her!" the Hobgoblin yelled in either surprise or joy as he tripped her up using some bolas. Reaching down, he picked up the bag of goods she stole from the museum. "Not so tough are you?" He laughs.
Walking up behind him, I realize I tower over him by a good few inches. Good.
"Hobgoblin." I say, my voice a deep Batman like growl.
"eep…" flinching at the sound of my voice, the Hobgoblin turns and sees me, the combination of my glowing orange eyes, fanged mouth, and the shadows made me a fearsome sight, and this proved very true right now as Hobgoblin whimpered in fear.
I really didn't want to scare him like this, but he needed to realize this wasn't a game. If he was willing to go so far as to steal one of Oscorps gliders and make his own suit, I doubt I would be able to keep him from fighting for long. I might as well scare the kid straight.
"G-G-Goblin?"
I simply stood there for a minute watching him. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Black cat cut the Bola and try to sneak away. Like I said earlier, I had already placed a tracer on her so I honestly didn't care.
"S-S-Sir?"
"Why?" I ask.
That was apparently not what he was expecting as he backed up a step and looked at me in confusion.
"Why What?"
"Why be a hero? What inspires you? What makes you do what you are doing?" I growl. "Take your pick."
He just stares at me a second before answering. "Because it's the right thing to do."
Stalking closer to him I poke him in the chest, causing him to get knocked back a little.
"Not a good enough answer. No one does it because it's the right thing to do anymore. What makes you want to do this? What makes you willing to risk your life for total strangers? What makes you worthy to take the Goblin name and use it?"
Throughout the entire speech, I kept poking him in the chest, knocking him back, bit by bit until he was at the edge of the roof. When I finished, he was shaking, not in fear anymore, but anger.
"BECAUSE I CAN! When my dad died, I wanted to find the killer and make him pay, but the killer was found. By you. I wanted to become like you so no one else will lose their father. I wanted to be like you so no one else would get hurt by psychopaths like my dads killer. I WANTED TO BE LIKE YOU SO I COULD HELP YOU!" At this point he was yelling in my face. I was simply standing there and waiting for him to stop.
Once he finished, he was probably glaring at me under his goggles. Nodding at his admission, I sigh under my breath.
I was right, it was Harry.
At this point I had two choices. Neither of them I likes, but only one of them really worth doing. First plan is to tell him off and make him stop. Unfortunately that just wouldn't work. He was stubborn that way. Second plan was to essentially make him the Robin to my Batman.
At least that way he would have training and the Oz Formula if he was willing and proved worthy.
Really having no choice, I sighed. Pressing a few buttons on my mask, it opens and reveals my face to the Hobgoblin.
"Allow me to introduce myself. Alex Osborn. Your new mentor and apparently older brother as well. Right Harry?"
Harry just gasped in surprise as he pulls of his mask revealing the face of my little brother.
"But… How… Why… Huh?"
"There is no way I'd be able to talk you out of it Harry… Might as well give you the tools to survive in this job." I reply to his confused blabbering. Putting my mask on, I instruct him to do the same and follow me back to my base.
Black Cat can wait, training Harry on the other hand can't.
This will be fun…
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