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I don't understand why you're doing these things.

It's important that I convince the press that I'm public spirited.

They must never suspect my real occupation.

I don't believe it. Why me?

I know this is a little sudden, Parker,

but it's a beautiful, huge apartment overlooking Central Park, and...

But why do you want me as your roommate?

We hardly know each other, Osborn.

Besides, you're Flash's friend.

- Why don't you room in with him? - Okay, look.

I just have to get out of my dad's place.

But he won't pay the rent unless I get a roommate who's responsible.

You know, top of the class.

I mean, Flash is a fun guy, but Einstein he's not.

Then you really are serious?

Me? Hardly ever, but my old man is.

So for my sake, please say yes.

But how am I going to afford it?

It's all taken care of. Dear old Dad will pay for everything.

- Some deal. - Yeah.

He's been spoiling me ever since he and my mother got divorced.

He thinks he can buy a good father-son relationship

like he can buy everything else.

Look, I've got to think about this.

Ya, the problem is though, my dad's here for the dedication.

And since I'm not priviledged enough to see him every day,

if I don't tell him now, then the deals off.

Nothing like giving a guy plenty of notice.

Where's Parker? If he misses a good shot of me...

We are gathered here today to begin a great project at the SU.

Now our new criminal science building is about to become a reality.

Thanks to one of New York's leading philanthrophist, Wilson Fisk.

It'd be great to have my own place in the city, closer to campus.

I wonder how Aunt May would take it?

Thank you very much, Mr Osborn.

It's an honor for me to turn over this first load of earth

on the site of what will soon be the Fisk School of Criminology.

Dig a hole, yes.

Wide enough for your final resting place.

Together however, they make a clear and unambiguous statement

about the values we, as citizens, should support.

And furthermore...

That blasted kid!

Who's that?

Just what the world needs.

Another nut in a costume.

You see what Parker just did?

- Hey! Where did he go? - Get down!

- Sorry, Charlie. - Spiderman!

But you're a little late for Halloween.

Name's Hobgoblin.

And you're right on time for your funeral.

- Look at him. - He won't be a match for Spidey.

I hope they finish each other off.

I want to know who that madman is.

Why are you after Fisk?

Trust me, it's nothing personal.

Well, this is.

You're pathetic. How did you ever get your reputation?

Thanks to the tabloids.

This guy's outmanoeuvring me every step of the way.

How do I nail this flying lunatic?

Nose bleed territory. Why do I get myself into these things?

Enjoying the flight?

Some flight. No peanuts. No Stallone movie.

I'm out of here.

Now to make an easy spider landing.

Oh no! My web shooters are empty!

Never done this before.

Only one chance to get it right.

Uh oh.

Yes!

No!

This might work.

Ya! Perfect landing.

Just like I planned it.

How I managed to find all these nut cases?

Where do they come from?

And how do I get them to go back?

- Are you okay, Dad? - Fine, fine.

Ya. thanks. I'm... I'm okay too.

You Hobgoblin!

Failed me miserably.

No. You failed to tell me Spider Man would get involved.

It's just a popular road.

It does raise my rates though.

You pay up, and I'll take another shot at Fisk.

No way. Fisk will be on his guard now.

Why do you want to take him out anyway?

- What's he got on you? - That's not your business.

None of this is anymore. You're fired!

And leave me that.

You can't talk to me like I'm some punk.

Before the wing and the weapons, you were just a punk.

An ambitious hood in a mask.

I made you the Hobgoblin.

And now I'm unmaking you.

Don't forget I know your real identity.

And I've stored it where it would come out if anything happens to me.

You owe me, Osborn.

And I'll take the wing as my down payment.

A young Bugle photographer, Peter Parker of Queens

pushed Fisk out of harm's way.

Ooo... good gracious Peter. You could have been hurt.

Now, if I'm to sleep peacefully at night when you're living on your own,

you must promise to stop taking all these risks.

Aunt May, I won't move out if you don't want me to.

No no.

This is something young people have to do.

As a matter of fact,

Anna Watson tells me that Mary Jane might room with some of her friends.

Really?

But Anna's not too keen on

having that big house around the corner all to herself.

So, we discussed her moving in with me.

Well, this is perfect!

You'll have someone here to keep you company, and I can go.

Yes, just about perfect.

I knew you'd understand. But I want you to know something.

No matter where I go, I'll always be here for you when you need me.

Well, thank you dear.

- Are you ready for dessert? - Sure.

After his audacious daylight attack,

the person known only as The Hobgoblin,

jetted off into the sky.

Parker! I can't believe your dumb luck.

Come on Flash. Back off.

This is the man's home now, okay.

Hey Pete, you almost missed our big house warming.

This place, it's incredible.

Well, don't just stand there.

So uh, when do I get to thank your dad?

Uh, who knows? He hasn't come by the place yet.

Too busy with his precious work in OsCorp.

Well, gotta go take care of the guests.

Peter, what a beautiful place.

I just hope you two bachelors don't ruin it with DayGlo velvet paint.

Oh, and I suppose your place is going to be filled Warhol.

Please Hockneys and Motherwells.

No offence, but you and Harry could be busted in a minute by the design police.

Lucky for you, I'm here to help.

Big windows. Perfect for web slinging.

Moving out? That could be the best thing I ever did.

What are your secrets, Fisk?

There's money to be made from secrets.

Welcome. Not even you can't fly high enough or fast enough

to avoid a trip to the next world.

So this is what it's all about.

I didn't think this place existed.

I thought it was a legend.

Like EI Dorado or Shangri-Ia.

A pipe dream.

Follow by criminal lunatics to entertain the gullible.

But it's true, isn't it?

There really is one nerve center

that controls most of the crimes on this planet.

And this is it.

Call off your men, Fisk.

And why should I do that?

Because you can do just about anything, Fisk.

Or should I say... Kingpin?

All the more reason, don't you think, to simply dispose of you?

Aren't you curious who hired me to wipe you out?

Audacious eh, Smythe? The man wants to bargain.

Impertinence!

- He's in no position. - Men, lower your weapons.

What?

Hobgoblin, you amuse me.

Now tell me what you really want.

Money.

A chance to show how valuable I can be to you.

Most of all I want this!

Your entertainment value alone will justify your presence.

But first things first.

The name of your previous employer.

Osborn. Norman Osborn.

Osborn. I must teach him a lesson.

And at the same time,

I'll test your loyalty to me.

If you are to work for me, you need better weaponry.

More in keeping with your inexplicably bizarre appearance.

Why do you dress that way?

For centuries, the hobgoblin's been a symbol

of irrational fear and terror.

I want this face to be the very last thing my enemy sees.

A perfect bachelor mess.

Good thing Aunt May is not around to see this.

Hello. What?

Harry. Harry!

Hey. Hey what's all the racket?

It's my Aunt May. She's on her way up.

Worse than that. She's here.

That's funny. Aunt May never set off my spider sense before.

Peter! What on earth?

You! Perfect. I getting two birds with one stone.

Peter!

Harry!

Aunt May! Can you hear me?

Aunt May!

I need an ambulance. Fast!

Doctor, how is she?

It's a form of seizure.

The mind retreating into itself under extreme stress.

All we can do is give her time.

Why do the people I care about,

always get hurt when I'm just trying to do the right thing?

It happens whether I'm Spiderman or Peter.

I just can't seem to win.

First, Uncle Ben, now this one.

How can I live with myself if anything happens to Aunt May?

He'll be the ruin of us. He's devious.

A liar. And entirely too ambitious.

Exactly.

Those are the qualities one needs in order to advance in this enterprise.

He reminds me of myself, as a young man.

Perhaps I'll train him as my prodigy.

How touching.

Special delivery from me.

Welcome to the lower rent district, junior.

What do you want from me?

Your dad's loaded. You have to ask?

I am pleased, Hobgoblin.

Very pleased.

Things went better than I expected.

I even got a chance to settle an old score.

Now about that bonus.

All in good time.

I earned it. Pay up!

You will be paid when I say you will be paid.

You work for me now and you must never forget that.

Okay, Kingpin. If that's the way you want to play it.

Ah Norman. Glad to see you so hard at work.

What is it, Fisk? I'm a busy man.

Too busy to talk about your son?

Harry! What is this, Fisk?

This is what happens when someone tries to double cross me.

Hello, Osborn. I found a new job.

Hope you don't mind but I used your name on my resume.

Isn't life full of surprises?

I was surprised when you sent the Hobgoblin after me.

I had no idea you wanted to end my silent partnership in OsCorp.

But, so be it. All I want now are your inventions.

My inventions? They're my life's work.

You have 24 hours to sign them over to me.

Do be prompt.

It will wipe me out.

It is your decision.

Your life's work or your son.

[indistinct]'s a piece of dirt. I'll rip his...

Mary Jane.

I was worried. I had to come.

Thank's. Has there been any word from the police about Harry?

- Nothing. - This is all my fault.

There wasn't anything you could have done.

The Hobgoblin's a lunatic.

Attacking people at random.

No, not at random. He wanted me.

Or did he?

How could he have known that I lived there?

And didn't he say something about two bird with one stone?

Peter?

MJ, I've gotta get out of here for a few minutes.

- Can you stay with Aunt May? - Sure. But where...

Osborn? We've got to talk.

Talk? You kidnapped my son!

Kingpin's a double-crossing snake.

You're a liar opportunist!

Naturally, but this time I'm telling the truth.

And I've got a plan.

We can get Fisk together.

What are you suggesting?

You'll have your company and your son.

What's in it for you?

I want the Kingpin.

You've got to let me see Mr. Osborn!

I'm his son's roommate.

Wouldn't matter if you were his mother.

He's not to be disturbed.

If I'm going back there, I need a better weapon.

I've already given you what I have.

Come on, Norm.

You geniuses always make one thing,

and have a better one on the drawing boards.

It goes twice as high

and four times as fast as your old glider.

There's a full complement of missiles, smart bombs,

and it even got a remote control.

Perfect fit.

I know that laugh anywhere.

Different wing, same jerk.

Well, well.

What a perfect opportunity

to test out my wonderful new toy.

Tell me Spiderman, how'd you find me?

I followed the slime trail.

I'm going to enjoy shooting you down.

Let's see what this baby can really do.

Osborn says these are smart bombs.

How can I get him now?

That's the mother of all flying wings.

Time for a little double team.

That wing got's a mind of its own.

Hey, Spiderman!

How about a scenic tour of the village?

I need a little luck. I might be able to...

Wrong kind of luck!

What a nice surprise.

They are smart bombs!

TO BE CONTINUED...