[Norman had his own problems, in the moment. He had been in midair when the sorcerer's magic had overtaken him, and so it was where he found himself again. He wanted to get out of there, to buy himself time to think, but Peter ... Peter was right behind him. A much younger, angrier Spider-Man, who might not be willing to stop and listen to reason after the Goblin had attacked his aunt and tried to kill the Watson girl ... and that cable car.
God, Norman realized, even as the ruined buildings at the edge of the harbor hurtled toward him, There were kids on that car. I could have killed so many children...! Spider-Man might not have been willing to listen to reason, but he had to try. As he angled the glider toward a rooftop that looked stable, he tried to think of how, exactly, to explain that he'd been cured in a moment that had spanned days and no time at all, at once. He leapt from the glider and reached for the helmet which felt so constricting to him, now, like a vise.]
Peter, wait-!
[A glowing orange rectangle appeared, and Norman froze, his already high-strung anxiety ratcheting up as he recognized the color, the flickering light.]
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God, Norman realized, even as the ruined buildings at the edge of the harbor hurtled toward him, There were kids on that car. I could have killed so many children...! Spider-Man might not have been willing to listen to reason, but he had to try. As he angled the glider toward a rooftop that looked stable, he tried to think of how, exactly, to explain that he'd been cured in a moment that had spanned days and no time at all, at once. He leapt from the glider and reached for the helmet which felt so constricting to him, now, like a vise.]
Peter, wait-!
[A glowing orange rectangle appeared, and Norman froze, his already high-strung anxiety ratcheting up as he recognized the color, the flickering light.]
No, no, no, not again...!