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The blood ran down his thighs leaving a river until it spread on the dirty floor of the dock, it was a stormy fight, sores everywhere, he did not let the adrenaline leave his body, trapping it as much as possible, he clung to him like his life depended on it, maybe he did.
He grabbed the glider and pointed it at the opponent, his anger didn't allow him to understand what he was about to do "I won, damn it!" The sound of the blades piercing Norman's skin made him smile. “I won, I told you I'd be the one to do it, dammit, did you hear that? Did you?" growled pushing the glider some more. Impaling himself against the brick wall of some warehouse, Norman smiled "I heard you Pete, I heard you" his voice trailed off as he coughed up some blood "Spider-Man won, It's very clear to me” he smiled and the tone of his voice confused peter, why was he smiling? He had ruined all his plans, he had just destroyed his name in front of everyone, people would no longer remember Norman as an important businessman who started from the bottom, they would think of the green goblin. in all the evil he had done, In all the lives Norman himself had taken and the families he ruined, when they thought of Norman, the only thing they would feel would be hatred, hatred for the person he was and for what he did, they would be happy that Peter finally defeated him, that he was finally dead, why was he smiling?
"Spider-Man you are strong, very strong, I needed money, technology, intelligence, an entire army and years of planning to be able to defeat you, for you to writhe on the ground like the trash you are, for you to beg for your miserable life- he took a deep breath and looked at the sky- "but I couldn't do it, not even with the sinister six, because look at us, here we are" -he smiled again with that expression he hated so much- "but pedro? Peter Parker is sunk. " peter frowned, his anger grew enough that he didn't immediately feel his spider-sense vibrating strongly in his head, his exhaustion suddenly hitting him mercilessly and making him slow enough not to take off completely in time, he looked down after hearing the sound.
Blood flowed freely down his suit soaking him even more, a chunk missing now but he felt no pain, only confusion, why did he party too soon? He wasn't like that, why didn't it hurt? Blood began to pour from his mouth, staining the glider below him, he looked up, the green goblin's arrogant smile greeted him.
"I told you peter, the good stuff is always last" then he noticed, nanobots, years ago just created by Tony, now in norman's hands, he vaguely wondered how much of this oscorp would have now, I hope not much he thought.
"I won peter, spider-man was able to beat the green goblin and the sinister six, but in the end I beat you, I'm norman after all, I lived 52 years, I lived a pretty nice high school and college stage, I lived my youth, I I fell in love, got married and had a family of my own, I had many experiences in my life, I created a company, people worked for me, families depending on my money, I lived 52 years Parker and I leave satisfied, but you? 22 years and what did you achieve? You are alone, the people who loved you died because of you, the ones you love don't remember you, you are screwed and alone, you haven't lived and you don't know anything, your life depending on Spider-Man, sacrificing your life for people who don't appreciate you , who does not value you and much less knows of your existence, tell me what you are going to leave him and to whom if nobody loves you, poor peter parker, so lonely" The thunderous laughter made him angry and he hit him, norman fell "you lost peter and that is not you're going to change it parker” the stunted breathing was the last thing he heard when he pulled the blade out of his body and limped out of the fight area, they had made a mess, a lot of people would be angry about this, he thought.
After a few minutes his legs began to give out so he grabbed onto the dirty wall, these places needed a good cleaning but he guessed that wasn't at the top of his to-do list, he didn't blame them, he had his own quite dirty apartment, he hardly spent time in it so he never paid much attention to it, it was an excuse he supposed, but now that he thought about it, if he couldn't get to it they would snoop around it and all they would see would be all the garbage that they hadn't seen yet. had taken out. He thought that if he stayed around here they probably wouldn't know he didn't arrive until it was time to pay the rent in three days, at least he had managed to collect this month's, it was in an envelope on his desk, more like a table in the corner from her room, it was also her dining room and her sewing place, that table had definitely been worth the $65 dollars it had cost her, she smiled a little, maybe if they came to see the mess she had left in Central Park and the destruction continued they could come to where he was and find his body, maybe someone would find his name somewhere if he was enthusiastic. He just hoped they wouldn't throw away his things, it would be nice if they donated them to the feast, his table was still good, he didn't have many plates but they were better than giving everything disposable, right? For the environment and all, his chair should definitely go in the trash, back to where he got it to begin with, but his sewing machine might be sold for more than it really costs, after all there was evidence that it was with the one who had made her suit and definitely had fans, her suit would also be sold for sure, she had the spare under her bed, that one was without so many tears, the one she was wearing was definitely disgusting, all stained with blood and sweat, there was no salvation for him, he paused for a moment, was he talking about his suit or him? His thoughts were beginning to be confused, he guessed the lack of blood
How much blood could he lose to need an urgent transfusion? Probably the one that he had already lost because everything was spinning, he turned a corner and a little far from where he had started in the first place, it was dark, well everything was dark, maybe if he had paid attention a while ago he would have been able to hear the people celebrating , maybe.
If it was already very dark, was it already dawn? That meant that it was officially Christmas, right? It was supposed to be winter then right? Why wasn't he cold? His suit was very thin, after the spell he could no longer make one with such good quality as the ones he made with stark technology, he still had them in fact, they were in a suitcase hidden at the bottom of what he called wardrobe. He couldn't get rid of them, after all it was what he had left of Tony, he vaguely remembers that the moment he stopped calling him Mr. Stark was after the snap, Tony didn't hear him anymore, but he was fine, surely he hadn't heard when he called him either. he said they had won, but he was sure he hadn't needed to hear it.
He also kept a blouse from May and a brush that she used for her hair, Ben's suitcase had been destroyed by beck but he still kept his legacy, unfortunately that would die there with him, maybe he should have had a person to teach him, maybe so he wouldn't have felt so alone all those years, but he would go away happy to think that May's legacy would continue, feast was getting bigger and bigger and that only meant that there were more people helping, all knowing the woman who once served in he, May parker.
She did not reach the end of the corridor, she slipped to the ground, her hand touched the edge of the wall, she had reached the end, what would happen if she had eyes in her hands? That would have been weird, he thought of peter 2, he had spider webs coming out of his wrists, maybe it wasn't as gross as he first thought, maybe having them would also have helped him on many occasions when he ran out of cartridges, they definitely would have helped today, he ran out halfway through the fight, his fall had definitely broken at least one rib, he thought if he hadn't been better he would have died then, but well if he didn't have his powers he would have died much sooner, but he wouldn't have been in danger if he hadn't had them, he wanted to imagine the kind of life he would have had if he hadn't been bitten by that spider, if someone else had been bitten, if someone else was Spider-Man or Spider-Woman he was fine too, the most Probably he would have been a big fan, just like Ned, he didn't have the energy anymore to be able to imagine it but he thought that in some universe that happened, thinking of Ned, he was probably in queens with his family, he didn't know much about him currently, maybe she already had a serious relationship, she thought about MJ she was definitely in queens too, partying with her dad, maybe just a dinner and movies, nothing ostentatious, a ridiculous gift, a hug and going to sleep, but maybe she had changed in those years, maybe she was already more sociable and had gone out with friends, maybe a new boyfriend, maybe with her cat, or maybe she had reconciled with her mother, maybe if she had known it was her last day she would have investigated, just to find out, maybe she couldn't stand it and he would have introduced himself, perhaps they would have been close again, perhaps they would have been friends and in a perhaps more legacy they could have been boyfriends again, but he was no longer the person she had fallen in love with at 17, what most likely they hadn't been a couple anymore but he would have been happy to know that she knew of his existence.
She smiled, it would have been a good life.
The black borders that he had started to see a while ago were consuming him, he smiled, norman was wrong, the people who thanked him when he helped them, the people who greeted him when he went swinging by, the girls who gave him letters and stuffed animals, the people that created accounts in his honor, the comics that came out of him, the cartoon series that they created for him, the children who wore his suit, The Girl who told him that she had saved a cat from the garbage because she wanted to be a heroine for the cat as he was to her, the adults who believed in him, all those people were enough to make him come out every day, norman was wrong, his breath hitched, he felt it in his chest, norman was wrong, he didn't he had lived a long time but he had lived long enough, the sinister six were out, the strongest criminal gangs in jail, the smaller ones he left to the boys who had just made their appearance, he had done it, people going out to save to the small, perhaps if he had left something. He smiled, he left it in their hands, he already wanted to rest.
He was vaguely glad that Ben, Tony and May hadn't been alone their last few minutes, after he would apologize to his parents for not thinking about them much, after all he was about to see them again.
Maybe in another life I would have been excited to know that I would get a gift, I would have been dressed in a ridiculous reindeer sweater with pom poms that May would have made me wear, maybe in another life MJ and Michelle would have been smiling there too, still on the side, thinking beyond, maybe tony and his family would have been there too, maybe in another universe that's really happening.