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"It looks like there will be a lot of fun here today," Leon murmured, sensing—or perhaps even "seeing"—what was about to happen next.
He and Wanda exchanged a look. In that instant, they were perfectly in sync. Without hesitation, they dove into the festivities.
The grand square was alive with people celebrating, balloons filling the sky, and a massive one floating above the fountain. However, the lively scene was soon shattered by explosions, accompanied by panicked screams as the crowd began to scatter.
Above them, a man clad in dark green armor and a sinister helmet laughed maniacally, gliding on a spray-painted board. Immersed in his twisted enjoyment, he watched the terrified masses below with grim satisfaction—but it wasn't enough. He wanted even more chaos and destruction. Reaching behind him, he pulled out several green pumpkin bombs, targeting the fleeing crowd below.
The commotion sent the wealthy dignitaries and high-profile guests on a nearby platform into a frenzy.
"Fuck! I just bought this outfit!" one idiot cried.
"Run! Get away from that lunatic!" another shouted.
Just then, a red and blue figure swung in from the distance, propelled by thin strands of spider silk. Spider-Man soared through the air, extended both hands, and fired his webs, precisely latching onto the falling bombs. With a powerful yank, he redirected them away, causing the madman's eyes to narrow under his helmet.
The glider rider twisted to shield himself, positioning his board to absorb the blast. The pumpkin bombs exploded mid-air with a tremendous boom. Although the force sent him tumbling, the sturdy metal shell and balance of his glider helped him regain control, steadying himself once more.
The blast intensified the chaos, yet some in the crowd erupted into cheers, looking up at the figure perched on a high balloon.
"Look! It's Spider-Man! Spider-Man!"
"Spider-Man, you're the best! Take down that ugly maniac!"
Spider-Man's timely arrival and his quick action to save everyone immediately boosted the crowd's morale.
Among the fleeing people, Leon and Wanda leaned against a building wall, observing the scene with reserved intensity. Admiring Spider-Man's performance, Wanda commented, "Great coordination and reflexes."
"Only in times of crisis do people truly reveal their innermost feelings," Leon replied, casting a glance at the frightened crowd nearby. Some were even muttering complaints, frustrated that Spider-Man hadn't arrived sooner. Leon shook his head slightly.
"We've all seen the darkness in human nature; it's nothing new," he added.
Unfazed, Wanda looked up at the man in the sky, spreading terror. "Who is that guy? New York's first super-terrorist?"
Meanwhile, in the SHIELD Triskelion Building's Monitoring Center, Nick Fury watched the live feed on the large screen. He observed Spider-Man standing on a balloon in Grand Plaza, staring down at the man in dark green armor who was wreaking havoc below. Fury frowned.
"Who is that guy?" he muttered aloud.
"Uh, sir, we checked the database—no record of him," an agent replied from his computer. "Looks like he's a new player."
Fury leaned down, his face level with the agent's, giving him a sidelong look that made the man sweat nervously.
"So, should we send an agent to drive down thirty-three streets, walk up to him, and ask, 'Who are you?'"
"Sorry, sir. I'll mobilize more surveillance to track his whereabouts immediately."
"Thank you so much." Fury straightened and pressed a finger to his earpiece. "Hill."
"Director," came Maria Hill's voice on the other end.
"I hate this guy—he's like a stage clown, making a mess of everything. Where's Tony Stark?"
"Sir, he's currently at Stark Expo preparing for his big presentation. It'll take him some time to return to his lab and suit up."
"Wonderful," Fury said sarcastically. "Looks like we'll have to use our secret weapon. Get Barton and our 'Bloody Mary' lady on this."
"Sir, she's currently in the Typhoid personality."
"I don't care what personality she's in. I need her to get that green clown out of the sky—right now."
"Barton and Typhoid are on the Quinjet, heading to the scene. Estimated arrival in three minutes."
"Good."
Fury replied curtly, his one eye fixed on the screen, watching Spider-Man square off against the green-armored menace. Above Grand Plaza, wild laughter echoed from the villain's devilish helmet.
"Well, well, well, look who it is! Isn't this our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man? This is going to be fun!" the villain sneered.
"Who are you? Why are you destroying this place?" Peter Parker, standing atop the balloon, demanded. He glanced from the madman hovering above to the horrific scene below—the bomb-shattered corpses on the high platform, his friends Harry and Mary clinging to each other in terror, their faces pale.
The rage in Peter's heart swelled.
"Who am I?" The villain cackled. "I am the Green Goblin, and I am fear itself."
Consumed by madness, the Green Goblin reveled in his identity, declaring to Spider-Man and the world that he was the very embodiment of terror.
Spider-Man took a deep breath. After just a brief exchange, he realized that reasoning with this "Green Goblin" was pointless. He'd have to subdue him. The square below was packed with people, and even if they tried to escape, it would take time. Besides, Harry and other high-ranking guests on the platform were trapped—the bombs had blocked the stairway, making escape impossible. If they fell from such a height, they'd surely die.
"Alright, Green Goblin," Spider-Man replied, his voice steady, "your armor's a bit… abstract. I'll be your opponent."
The Green Goblin burst into maniacal laughter. "You? Hahaha!" he scoffed, his tone laced with madness.
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