𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗¹

𝟎𝟕 || 𝐀 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

November 28th, 2002. Thanksgiving and my 18th birthday. Yeah, I kinda skipped first grade and went straight to second. I'm that smart.

Personally, I hate my birthday because of Thanksgiving or I hate Thanksgiving because of my birthday. I'm gonna guess the latter since I hate my birthday.

Anyways, Aunt May and Uncle Ben never really celebrated until they adopted Primrose. I tried to pretend I enjoyed it but I couldn't really fool Prim so she openly declared she doesn't want to celebrate Thanksgiving anymore. Primrose has more heart than most adults.

However, since the Osborn's celebrate Thanksgiving and Harry wants Norman to meet MJ, he begged me to let us celebrate Thanksgiving this year. I only agreed after he gave me the puppy-dog eyes and I reluctantly invited Aunt May and Primrose. 

Anyways, I'm gonna bitchy because I can. Like, why couldn't he wait until Christmas?

I decided to swing through the streets of New York City to cool off, and I had to fetch cranberries.

"Okay, I may not pay attention to Thanksgiving traditions, but I'm pretty apartment buildings going up in flame is not on the list." I tell myself when I see what I just stated.

"My baby's in there! My baby's in there!" I hear a mother sob out as the firefighters hold her back. "LET ME GO!"

"I can't let you! The roof's collapsing!" 

"SOMEBODY SAVE MY BABY!"

"The roof's about to collapse!"

"Look! Up there!" Another woman calls out, pointing at me, who was swinging to the scene.

"SAVE MY BABY, PLEASE!"

I swing into the window as the crowd down below watches, the suspense growing thicker and thicker every second. The mother starts trembling before letting out a blood-curling scream as the window next to the one I jumped into explodes. I jump out of the window next door just seconds before it explodes into flames, carefully cradling just barely a month old baby.

I gently hand the sobbing fetus to the stressed mother. "It's okay. Your baby's fine."

"Oh, my baby!" The mother removes the blanket I wrapped around the baby and gets a good look at his face. Tears of relief fall from the mother's eyes as she looks at me, "God bless you, Spiderwoman! Bless you!"

"There she is!" I hear someone shout. "Don't let her get away!" Two officers run up to me. "Hold it! Hold it right there! You're under arrest! I'm taking you in!"

A scream fills my ears making a woman point up, "oh my, God! There's somebody still up there!"

I look the officer dead in the eye, "I'm going."

"I'll be here when you get back."

"Not coming back, chief."

The officer sighs, "go, go!"

I quickly swing up and jump in through the window. "Where are you?" I call out. Parts of the ceiling starts to collapse. "Where are you?" I see a figure in the distance, clearly sobbing. "I'm gonna get you out of here!" I make my way towards her, "it's okay!" 

I reach my hand out to grab her shoulder but she turns around with a scream, revealing himself to be the Green Goblin, throwing a punch in my face. I fall back, crashing into a burning door.

"You're pathetically predictable," the Green Goblin taunts. "Like a moth to the flame. What about my generous proposal? Are you in or are you out?"

"It's you who's out, Gobby. Out of your mind... and sense of fashion. Like, what the fuck is that outfit?"