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Green Goblin	A crisp autumn day turns into evening in the greatest city on earth, New York. A crowd of photographers and reporters has assembled in front a podium erected in the Norman Osborn gardens - a glorious space generously donated by the long-missing ex-CEO of Oscorp and all-around rational guy, Norman Virgil Osborn.     Emblazoned on the front of the podium are the words 'omni.start.capital Corporation', the name of a new Venture Capital firm making big news with large rounds of investments in the past 9 months. The head of the firm - in fact, all upper management - has remained a mystery until today.     Finishing up inside the large operations tent for the event, Norman Osborn begins to stroll towards the rear of the raised stage - nervously fingering the threading of his suit jacket's front lapel as his immaculate shoes carry him forward, forward towards his triumphant return to the spotlight.     He's just approaching the stairs at the podium's rear now, only just becoming visible to those lucky enough to be in the first few rows - but even then, the brief glimpse of Norman Osborn is enough to cause the audience to erupt in a flurry of photographs and shouted questions, before the event has even begun.
Spider-Man	As is often the case, the very first row is largely dedicated to photographers, and one young man, first row, third to the right of the podium, just displayed a curious reaction. His head twitched amid the micro-movements. His eyes darted all around. He was getting that familiar tingling sensation in the back of his head, and while his spider-sense suggested it was coming from the front, somehow, he had trouble believing it. He was at a press conference to take some photos of a business person. Where was the danger going to be from? And then he saw who it was. It all made sense to him now. His eyes narrowed a little at first, and his face contorted with a range of emotions. Frustratingly, he hid half his face behind the body of his camera and took a few snaps. For now, he kept it there, hoping the camera would help to conceal his identity. Today just got a whole lore more interesting than a simple photography assignment for the Daily Bugle.
Green Goblin	"NORMAN! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR WIFE?!" "MR. OSBORN, WHAT OF THE RUMOURS OF MISSING OSCORP FUNDS?!" "OSBORN!" "OSBORN!" "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN THESE PAST TWO YEARS??"     The expected outpouring of tedious questions is enough to bring a scowl to the well-practiced poker face of Norman Osborn as he slowly ascends the 5 steps to the raised stage, calmly adjusting his dull green tie and shooting his cuffs - one hand moving casually to run through his hair as he quietly clears his throat. He's expected this. The questions. The outrage. The damned accusations!     <They're LAUGHING at you, Norman... They're LYING about you....>     But only one man can hear THAT voice.     He's not here for anyone else, not even for the Goblin; this is about two men, and one of them making a point. From the moment he takes the stage, his eyes are firmly set on the man he KNEW the Daily Bugle would send - after all, why not give such a large press conference to their absolute best photographer? Jameson is nothing if not painfully predictable.     His gaze is so firmly rooted on that of Parker's, that other nearby photographers have surely started to trace the path of his eyes, as the man begins to speak in measured tones into the microphone - his voice reverberating outwards. "Ladies and gentlemen, I know... I know, it's been a long time..."     By this point, his security detail and the City police department have already had to remove several unruly attendees - people who may have had a relative who disappeared from Oscorp, who may have lost someone to the Goblin terrorist attacks that Norman Osborn so ruthlessly exploited to shift the blame Spider-Man - or maybe just overzealous reporters.     "I'm not here to ask for forgiveness, or even to explain where I've been - my business is my own. I've come to speak to one of you, in particular. A young man, who knew me at my worst. A young man, who knew went to school with my Son, Harry... a young man who even, once, met my lovely wife, may she rest in peace."     He pauses at that last bit, his voice growing more hoarse - though whether an honest show of emotion or an act, it's hard to tell. He grows silent, continuing to stare directly at Peter with a smile playing across his lips, almost taunting him into coming forward.
Spider-Man	Peter is a good guy, and he has quite a few friends in the press. The reporters are all too busy trying to ask their own questions, but the photographs who have picked up on Osborn's gaze will no doubt ask Peter about it later, not that it's something Parker would relish explaining. He kept up his ruse, hiding behind the camera eyecup. If nothing else, Osborn's unerring view was making for some excellent photographs. Suspecting of Osborn's motives with the stare, Peter decided to oppose him in the only way he could. He remained behind the camera. He kept his pose, rigid, one eye and half his face completely covered. If anyone decided to take a photo of him, should Osborn call him out, they wouldn't get anything usable. He resisted Osborn at every turn. It was his own way of taunting, since the mask was securely in his backpack.
Green Goblin	Giving the boy a few more chances to step forward of his own accord, Norman eventually shrugs the silence off - a wave of confusion going through the crowd as more and more eyes turn to catch a glimpse of the individual Norman was so fixated on previously. Instead of giving Parker the benefit of forcing his hand and addressing him directly just yet, Norman instead sweeps his eyes throughout the crowd.     "That young man's name is Peter Parker, and he's here today. A photographer for the local New York City institution The Daily Bugle, in fact - I'm sure many of you know his work, if not the man himself," he speaks to everyone BUT Peter, although a few quick glimpses are shot back to his rival, out of the corner of those deep green eyes.     "You see, folks, there was a time, after I lost my beloved wife, when I had nothing - not even my son Harry could console me. You all know, I made some poor decisions. I verbally and publicly attacked the masked vigilante known as the Spider-Man through the media and whatever legal means I could. I mismanaged the company I poured years of my life into creating. I stood by and watch a masked TERRORIST, kill off my former Board of Directors, one at a time. I was even foolish enough to go after this poor boy's..." he says, pointing directly at Parker for the first time in the interview, "job with the Daily Bugle, through my old friend Mr. Jameson. I don't expect forgiveness, but I had... hoped... he would be big enough... understanding enough... to realize what I was going through. I hope, some of you can as well..."     He pauses once more, before his eyes find their way back to the photographer, seeing if THIS is enough to elicit some response from his old... 'friend'.
Spider-Man	If Peter could have, he would have slipped under his seat and hidden. This was a no win scenario. If he responded, Norman would win, and it would lead to more questions about him from the press. If he didn't respond, Norman could just keep going on, could even potentially reveal his secret. But Peter had a cool head on his shoulder, and he knew that it was best to remain professional and not engage. Osborn was just making himself seem strange now. Joining in would only enable him further and raise doubts about himself. So he stuck to his spot, stuck behind that wonderful camera, and kept taking photos. He wondered to himself how come none of the Bugle's other photographers ever get these assignments? It's too bad Norman couldn't see through the lens, because Peter was eyeing a dagger at him right now.
Green Goblin	<Pesssky Parker, playing hard to get...>>     The harsh whisper, in his ear alone, causes a slight tic on Norman's otherwise steely face, but he's grown long-accustomed to such things. The medication... helps. He closes his eyes tightly for a moment, composing himself for a fraction of a second before opening them and continuing.     "Well, folks, since Mr. Parker doesn't seem interested in responding, I'll have to assume he understands my former plight. I will admit, I feel shame for some of my past actions - and I hope that, going forward, my efforts to improve not only this city, but the entire planet, do not go unnoticed - or ignored because of any rumours regarding my past at Oscorp or with my family."     He seems fully willing and comfortable to air such personal issues in public - after all, half the reporters are shouting questions regarding the very same topics, and have been since before he took the stage.     "You see, through my Venture Capital firm, oscCorp - you'll forgive my little attempt at humour - we've been funding some very interesting, very cutting-edge startups. My goal here today, aside from attempting to gain some recognition from an old family friend.." his gaze hovers over Peter again, that smug grin once again returning to his face - if the boy won't play nice, he'll have to find some other way to make sport... and soon, "was to put a new face to the once-tarnished public image of the Osborn family name... Now, if there are any questions..."