Chapter 114 - 95 –Monkey King (1)
Tiline: May 4, 1992
Location: Queens, New York City , Sunnydale Elentary School
Sunnydale Elentary School was bustling with kids talking and laughing as they headed to their classrooms. In the middle of the crowd were Peter Parker and Harry Osborn, both twelve years old and really good friends. They weaved through the busy hallways like they knew the place like the back of their hands.
"Hey Pete!" Harry yelled above the noise surrounding them
Peter turned to see his friend approaching, a big smile stretching across Harry's face."Hey, Harry!" Peter greeted him back with just as much excitent, his grin matching Harry's
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled by the easy camaraderie that only childhood friends possessed.
"Did you finish that math howork Mrs. Thompson assigned?" Harry asked, sounding a bit curious.
Peter nodded, a sense of accomplishnt evident in his deanor. "Yeah, I did it last night. It wasn't too bad, just a bunch of multiplication and division."
Harry made a face like he just tasted sothing sour. "Ugh, math is the worst! I finished it too, but I'm never confident about those long division problems like you, Pete."
Peter's eyes lit up with an idea, his eagerness to help his friend shining through. "Hey, Harry, I can help you with those if you want," he offered eagerly. "I've got this cool trick that makes it way easier."
Hope flickered in Harry's eyes as he regarded Peter with gratitude. "Really? That would be aweso! Thanks, Pete."
With a casual shrug, Peter waved off Harry's thanks. "No problem, Harry. We're friends, right? Friends always help each other out."
Their talk turned to more fun stuff, like Spider-Man. They both got super excited, imagining all the cool things they could do if they were superheroes. It was like they were dreaming up their own action-packed stories, where they could do anything they wanted.
Peter's eyes sparkled with excitent. "Yeah, Spider-Man is the coolest hero ever. I wish I could swing around the city like him.
"Yeah, I imagine all the cool stuff we could do," Harry mused, his voice filled with wonder.
Peter's eyes sparkled with possibility. "Yeah, like stopping bad guys and saving people. That would be amazing!"
Mary Jane Watson's voice caught both Peter and Harry off guard as they turned to see her approaching with a warm smile on her face.
"Hi, guys!" Mary Jane greeted them cheerfully, her eyes bright with excitent.
"Hey, Mary Jane!" Peter responded, his grin widening at the sight of her. "What's up?"
Mary Jane's eyes twinkled with mischief as she joined their conversation. "Not much, just heading to class. I couldn't help but overhear you two talking about sothing."
Peter's cheeks flushed slightly at being caught in his excitent. "Oh, uh, yeah. We were just talking about Spider-Man about how aweso he is."
Harry nodded in agreent, a smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, and how cool it would be to be a superheroes just like him."
Mary Jane's giggle rippled through the air, punctuating her observation with a playful tone. "Hmm, boys will always be boys," she said, giggling, as she joined in the banter.
Peter grinned in agreent, the carefree spirit of youth evident in his expression. "Yep, you got that right, Mary Jane."
The three of them laughed together, letting their imaginations go wild. For a mont, they were lost in their own little world, where they could imagine anything and adventure was everywhere.
As the bell rang, telling them it was ti for class, they said goodbye and went to their classrooms.
[anwhile on the other side]
Finally, after what felt like hours of relentless effort, Vond stepped back to admire his creation. Before him stood a monkey king larger than a small house.
"Now, Osborn," Vond muttered quietly, his voice dripping with anger. "It's ti for you to face the consequences of your actions."
With a simple flick of a switch, Vond activated the robot monkey king. It let out a mighty roar, shaking the ground beneath their feet.
The Monkey King robot's tallic voice echoed through the air, announcing, "Osborn Target Locked."
As the Monkey King robot roared to life, its massive form towering over the city, Vond Finch couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. Finally, his mont of revenge against Norman Osborn was at hand.
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[Norman Osborn Side]
anwhile, in Norman Osborn's office, the man himself was completely unaware of the impending danger. Lost in his own world of power and ambition.
"Sir Osborn, Mr. Hilton wants to et you," said his secretary, her voice breaking through the quiet of his office.
Norman Osborn looked up from his desk, his brow furrowing in mild surprise. "Mr. Chris?" he repeated, curiosity piqued by the unexpected na
As Norman Osborn thought about eting Chris Hilton, he rembered how powerful the Hilton family was. They had a lot of money and could do things secretly that others couldn't. Norman felt small compared to them.
Chris Hilton was soone everyone respected and also feared. He was the face of the powerful Hilton family. Even though he was old, a special serum made him look much younger, a secret only known to the family. After all This serum could make people look younger for longer.
Norman really wanted that serum, but he knew all too well the risks inherent in coveting that which belonged to the Hiltons and their allies in S.H.I.E.L.D. They didn't like him, and also they'd stopped him from getting it before. He rembered that ssing with them could get him into big trouble.
Now, the idea of eting Chris, The Head of Hilton family, made Norman feel uneasy.
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[MC SIDE]
"Thank you, Spider-Man," said the old woman gratefully, her voice trembling with relief.
"No problem, ma'am," I replied with a reassuring smile. "Just doing my thing as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." With that, I shot a web and swung away, feeling the rush of wind against my face as I soared through the city.
As I swung through the city, my chi senses caught the chi of evil chi and it seems like there is sothing happen down below. Without a second thought, I altered my direction and headed toward the source of the commotion.
Sure enough, there was a group of thugs harassing a helpless woman, trying to snatch her purse. Without hesitation, I swooped in and landed in front of them, my black suit standing out cool against the city lights.
The leader of the hoodlums stuttered in shock, his words faltering as he laid eyes on . "S-Spider-Man," he stamred, his confidence fading as soon as he saw .
With a confident stride, I stepped forward, my voice firm and commanding. "What do you think you're doing, picking on innocent people?" I demanded, my eyes narrowed beneath the mask.
The hoodlum's eyes darted nervously, his grip on the woman's purse tightening. "N-nothing, Spider-Man. We were just, uh, having a chat with this nice lady here," he replied, his tone unconvincing.
"Oh, really?" I joked, raising an eyebrow from under my mask. "Well, isn't this a nice chat? Can I jump in? I love talking with good folks like you Three," I said, teasingly, a little smile on my face.
The other hoodlums looked at each other nervously, not sure how to react to my jokes. I couldn't help but laugh a bit at how uneasy they seed. It felt good to ease the tension with a little humor.
Without a second thought, I swiftly webbed all three of them, leaving them suspended mid-air like hapless flies caught a spider's web. I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I walked up to them, pretending to be disappointed.
As the hoodlums stood frozen in my webbing, I couldn't help but tease them. "Aw, you three look cute all wrapped up like that," I said with a grin "Consider this a friendly reminder: Don't cause trouble next ti, alright?"
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"Thank you, Spider-Man!" the old woman exclaid with relief, her voice filled with gratitude.
"No problem, ma'am," I replied with a smile, before swinging away again. "Just doing my thing as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
[anwhile Chris Side]
Chris Hilton stood outside Norman Osborn's office, looking serious as he waited to be let in. He couldn't stop thinking about Osborn's new laser gun. It bothered him a lot. He felt like there was sothing really bad about it and about Osborn too.
When Chris walked into Osborn's office, he acted calm and collected, but deep down, he didn't trust Osborn at all. He gave Osborn a nod but looked at him closely, trying to figure him out.
"Mr. Osborn
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