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2025-09-23
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Teenagers scare the living shit out of me (teenage vigilante vs scheduling)

Summary:

It wasn’t that Peter was particularly disorganised. Sure, each morning was a mixture of remaining where his things were, and getting ready on time. And, sure, sometimes he forgot to take the suit off until Aunt May pulled the mask from his face and told him to get ready for school.
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t the best at scheduling.
But this was an honest mistake.

Or

Peter accidently schedules a fight and a study session at the same time.

Notes:

Hello my hoard of instagram fans that have been patiently waiting. Please enjoy.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: The Problem

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The room was dimly lit by the light of the city outside, still shining despite the late hour. Like forever busy streets of New York, Peter’s mind was filled with thoughts, a complete disarray beginning with a dreadful grin and ending in a desire to be normal, for once.

 It wasn’t that Peter was particularly disorganised. Sure, each morning was a mixture of remaining where his things were, and getting ready on time. And, sure, sometimes he forgot to take the suit off until Aunt May pulled the mask from his face and told him to get ready for school.

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t the best at scheduling.

But this was an honest mistake.

The Goblin was running rampant, wreaking havoc across New York. And being the absolute lover of mind-games that he was, the green elf that haunted his nightmares that decided to hide messages for Spider-Man in alleys and other inconspicuous locations, committing some crime or the other so that he knew Peter would find them. 

The Goblin was fucking scheduling their fights.

 Peter was beyond done with this crazy, flying joker. He hadn’t slept for more than an hour in at least three days, and he had assignments piling high with how much time he was spending as Spider-Man. He just wanted one fucking second to rest. So, naturally, when Harry asked if he wanted to come over Friday evening to study, he said yes. Peter honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had spent time with his friend—with anyone that wasn’t his Aunt, Gwen or a criminal for more than a minute, if he was honest. Even with Gwen, they were mostly at school, or she was patching up his wounds. Which didn’t make for very good romantic settings.

 All in all, he wanted a chance to be Peter Parker, a senior in high school, eating junk with his best friend while they attempted to study.

 And of-fucking-course the Goblin had ‘arranged’ a fight for them that very afternoon. Because why wouldn’t he? It wasn’t as if Peter’s life was hard enough, oh no, quite the opposite, he thought sarcastically.

 He was staring at his phone, sitting on his desk as he lay in bed. Oh, God, Harry’s gonna be so disappointed…

 Peter knew he should text and let him know that he couldn’t make it Friday, but he just couldn’t bear to think about the dejected ‘No problem’ or ‘Next time, then’ text he would get. He felt guilt digging into his heart; he hated letting down the people he loved again and again. It made Peter want to kick and scream and cry about how he wished this responsibility didn’t fall on him, how much he wished that someone else could deal with it, just this once.

 Despite this, he knew he couldn’t just avoid this. Taking care of the Goblin fell to him. It wasn’t the police who would deal with Green Goblin, or anyone else who dared to try. No. It was Spider-Man, and Spider-Man alone. And if Spider-Man had a responsibility, Peter Parker had to be put on the backburner—even if it came at the cost of hurting his closest friend.

 Peter aimed his webshooters at his phone, pulling it towards him in a second and typing in the code. His finger hovered over Harry’s name in his message, teeth gnawing at his lip in anxiety. He wracked his brain, trying to come up with any solutions before he had to send that dreaded text.

 Just as he was about to give up, an idea struck him. He couldn’t do anything about the Goblin, but what if he killed two birds with one stone, so to speak?

 If the Goblin wanted to send messages, so could Peter.

Peter smirked, shutting off his phone and sitting up before pulling on his mask.

 

—

 

Norman was not particularly a fan of late nights, but they became unavoidable considering the life he lived. He and the Goblin had come to accept one another, living in semi-harmony, with just one rule: Harry is not to be harmed. Norman did not love many things, but he loved his son, and he wouldn’t be damned if the psychotic creature that lived inside of him laid a single finger on his only child.

 Nonetheless, as part of their deal, this was one night that the Goblin decided what they would do. And so, of course they were out looking for ‘itty bitty little Spider-Man’. Norman had come to dislike the vigilante, though it was nothing compared to the pure, rampaging hatred that the Goblin held for him. It consumed him, and passed into Norman more times than he could account, feeling him with so much unbridled rage that he didn’t know what to do with it.

 That rage rose up again as he spotted the webbed menace swing into an alley from afar, seeming to not notice him. Goblin flew straight there, laughing maniacally as he crouched on the glider. He wouldn’t fight little Spidey today. No, he was simply having too much fun playing their game at the moment. But that did not mean he couldn’t antagonise that annoying pest.

 “Has the little Spider-Man come out to play?” the Goblin sang as he approached the alley, the artificial lights of New York reflecting a fluorescent green on his surroundings. A few night owls who were still up gasped under him, and he laughed at their stumbling, terrified running away.

 As he descended into the alley, though, he was not met with the vigilante bug he despised so dearly. Instead. The was a mess of webbing writing out his name stuck to the wall, and stuck under it, a piece of paper.

 Oh, so the itty bitty Spider learned how to play, the Goblin thought as he snatched the note of the wall, scanning over it in a frenzy.

 Written on it, ‘Come meet me if you dare, Goblin. I’ll be waiting’. 

And underneath, an address. A very familiar one, very near to where the only person Norman cared about was currently asleep.

 “Oh, you really messed up, Norman,” Goblin muttered, a twisted smirk alighting his face.

Chapter 2: NOT A CHAPTER

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guys i got hit with the ao3 author curse, needed ear surgery, in the hospital ✌️ also have an exam this monday lmao. anyways new chapter by wednesday

Notes:

Not much happened but the plot will move forward from the next chapter! But, for now, I bid thee adieu. -Kat