Monday 2:15pm
My name is Harry Osborn. The three of us went on a school field trip and were all bit by the same radioactive spider. We each spent a day in bed and throwing up. Peter’s Aunt May gave us all a care package filled with delicious treats that promised to stay in our stomachs. That Aunt May is a real peach. And boy that Pete has it all.
So we all got better and then we realized that the spider bites had given us radioactive super-powers. We’re all a lot stronger, we have a special spider-sense that tells us when we’re in danger, and we can climb walls. Unreal, isn’t it?! Well look out, here comes the Spider-Friends! So, we each came up with a secret super hero name. Mine is Steel Spider. I was going to go with Tarantula or Webmaster. Then I came up with the idea of putting claws in my newly designed Spider-suit. Steel claws for a Steel Spider!
Someone called the Vulture was threatening to steal a diamond shipment from an art gallery.
I climbed up to the roof of Balent’s Fish Market. She was staying hidden on a roof a few blocks away.
There were cops on most of the roofs in the city. Once again, I was left in the dark and everybody was waiting for something big to happen.
Police on the roofs, police in the streets, and there was Gwen (the Silk Spider), making her way from one rooftop to another. Everyone had their eyes in the sky. My spider-sense was buzzing and suddenly, a man in a green vulture costume came flying out from under a manhole cover. Gwen saw him too but she was too far away. The vulture darted into an art gallery and as Gwen got right to the door, he swooped out and flew into the sky. She went after him. He shot at her with a funny ray gun but missed. They fought on the roof of a building across the streets, and even though the police could see them, none of them wanted to shoot, for fear of hitting Gwen.
That’s about the rime my spider-sense went off again. It was Peter. He was in his Spider-Man costume, taking pictures of the battle. He was going to help until he noticed Gwen shoot webbing into that Vulture’s eyes.
The vulture continued to fly, even though he couldn’t see. I think he was just
trying to get away. Pete was still making a move to capture him when Gwen took another shot and gummed up the vulture’s wings. The old bird dropped to the ground and the police moved in for the arrest. They grabbed a black bag that turned out to be the collection of super rare diamonds from someplace called Latveria.
Pete, or Spider-Man as I should call him, swung by just in time for the police on the roofs to praise him and give him credit for stopping the vulture. I nearly fell over laughing. I knew Gwen wouldn’t put up with that. She shouted down to the police on the ground, “Anytime you need Spider-Man, call me. I can do it better.” Well, maybe those weren’t her exact words, but it was something like that. Either way, she let them know that she was the one who stopped the Vulture.
I guess it goes to show that Peter doesn’t actually have it all.
Well, more next time. I’m going to try to break into my dad’s lab to build a robotic set of spider arms for my costume. How super would that be?!
-Harry Osborn
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