Re: West Village-Spidey and Norman
[He should've gotten a goddamn medal for managing to keep a straight face while Parker tried to grapple with the reality of Norman Osborn saving his ass. His confusion was priceless; he needed to tuck that memory away for later.] You heard me. Oh, and don't worry, no need to thank me. [Heroes were stupidly modest like that, weren't they? Never wanting gratitude, always fighting the good fight even if the people they sought to protect turned on them like a pack of wild dogs. Suckers. But, they were suckers who had an unimaginable amount of power at their fingertips, if only they'd reach out and take it.
Fighting side-by-side (sort of) with Spider-Man, who'd have thought? Norman almost wished someone was around to take a picture. He rolls his eyes again when Spider-Man starts tossing out exclaimed revelations; bravo, what a genius. Like he didn't know that pulse (which people had lost their jobs over-- more than their jobs, even) created mutations. Did all those people just up and vanish right out of the hospital? No, they didn't. Please. But he kept his mouth shut because that? That was a secret.] An accident, Spider-Man. And don't tell me you really think I came all the way out here to save little old you, just to satisfy some pretty grudge. [He chuckles.] That's cute. [Just wait until news got out that Norman Osborn had saved the good citizens of New York.
On his right, and he drew the glider up sharply and did a nifty little spit to get out of harm's way. Bang, and the alien went down.] Thanks. Look at us, huh? We're quite the team.