Another Goblin

(Movieverse.) What if Norman had called the police when he realized that he was the Green Goblin? (I'm assuming that all the Marvel movies are in the same universe.)

The Goblin

The man looked into the mirror for a moment longer, then rushed to the phone.

"911, what is your emergency?"

He gulped. "I-I need the police. I know who the Green Goblin is. And-and call the Fantastic Four."

"Very good, sir. Your address?"

The man told them his address, then relaxed slightly and waited.

"You say you know who this Green Goblin fellow is?" an officer asked the man.

"Yeah." The man nodded. "Right here."



Norman Osborne grinned. "My company was making a super-soldier serum for the government. There was a 1-in-100 chance that anyone who took it would go nuts. Crazy. Loonytoons. Wacko. Hah! I took it. Only way to meet the deadline." His grin widened. "Deadline! Dead dead dead dead dead! I was the one in that hundred!" He froze, and looked stunned. "No!"

I won't allow this, said the little voice in his head.

"They already heard," Norman told it. "They already know."

If they die, then it won't matter.

"Get out! Now!"

"What?" the officer asked.

"I said, get out! It's angry! Leave!"

"What's angry?"

Norman rolled his eyes. "The goblin, of course. The little goblin living in my head."

At that moment, rather luckily, the FF arrived.

"You say that you know where the Green Goblin is?" Reed asked.

Norman nodded. "In . . . my . . . head!" He glared at the mirror. "Go away and leave me alone!"

No. Never. I am you.

"You are not me! I'm a good guy!"


"Well, I'm not as bad as you are, anyway."

The FF looked at each other. "This is the Green Goblin? This pathetic little idiot?" asked Johnny.

Bad move.

"We are not pathetic!"

And he went for them.

Johnny winced. "Okay, that looks like the Green Goblin."

Reed grabbed Norman. "Stop that, will you?"

"No! Yes! No! Yes! No! Shut up!"

Norman fell over, howling and fighting with himself. "Help us! Make it stop! Make it stop!"

"We'll do what we can, okay?" said Sue, and helped him up.

Norman smiled shakily. "Thank you. All his things are . . . are hidden . . ."

"You can tell us later," said Sue. "For now, I suggest you get some sleep."