Re: West Village-Spidey and Norman I'm the worst?[Ouch, Peter.] You taken a good look around lately, kid? [Clearly the big bad aliens are much, much worse than little old Norman Osborn. He's fighting the good fight! Being a hero. Get with it, Spidey. And oh, he notices that little rage problem, but he doesn't remark on it. Why would he? The farther those aliens go, the better, and all that anger is promising. He's always thought Peter could be so much more fun if he loosened up on the whole morality thing. Norman starts to ask if anyone's ever told him that he talks way too much, but that comment about knock-off Iron Man suits stirs up his temper, which he's been doing a pretty good job of keeping under control. The glider turns, his eyes narrow, and how dare he; he'll show that overgrown Spider knock-off Iron Man, he's so much better than--
No, no. He can't blast Spider-Man half to hell. Heroes don't do that. So Norman takes a deep, deep breath, and he takes out his anger on the Marauders instead. Three birds with one stone--well, with one teensy little bomb--and it's messy, but it makes him feel better.] Do me a favor, Spidey; a little less talking, a little more action.
[At the mention of prisoners, his gaze goes up. And then Parker asks for a piggyback ride, and this time he does laugh.] See how much easier it is when you play nice? [Is he enjoying this a little too much? Maybe. He lowers the glider to Spidey's level.] Hop on, and hold tight. [And once he does just that, Norman zooms off, the glider leaving behind a trail of smoke as he flies higher and higher.] Say when!