Flash Sentry the Spectacular Spider-Man Issue #1: The Green Goblin

Canterlot Docks

9 Hours Later

A foggy night had fallen upon Canterlot. Usually, by now, the docks would be vacated. Shifts usually ended an hour before midnight.

However, three individuals lingered there. To put it into retrospect, the three were kinda burly. With the exception of one who was a little more endomorph than the latter.

The three didn't stay there by choice. Rather, they were ordered to. By an unknown contact just about an hour ago. Though, the phone call the contact made to them was over half an hour ago. And needless to say, they were all getting impatient.

"Oh my god, it's been an HOUR!" Said one of the individuals. "At this rate, going home is probably a better plan."

"We need to be patient!" said one of the Latter. "The guy said he'll be here. Just wait it out a bit will ya, Flint?"

Flint Marko, the one who was whining. He was the one in a very distinct green striped shirt and khakis. He wasn't too amused by the current situation they were in. Standing in the docks on a cold Thursday Night. "Oh, I've been patient! I've been 30 fuckin' minutes patient, Johnny!"

The rather collected one of the group. And the one who told Marko to calm down rolled his eyes. Letting out a sigh, he too was getting a little annoyed by the situation. But what he was promised was way too good to pass up. And judging by the information that their source had fed them, there was no way they were bluffing about it.

Finally, they wouldn't have to waste any more time. As the three began to hear what sounded like the whine of a turbine from up above.

They promptly turned their head to see two blinking lights in the sky, slowly and slowly coming towards them. Johnny smirked, "He's here."

The Latter both looked at him with confusion and a little uncertainty. Not knowing where to even begin.

The Glider descended more and more right towards them. And they finally made face to face contact with their caller. In all, it's "Gobliny" glory. It's lime green skin with a few warts, his uncanny purple eyes and that deranged, horrifying toothy grin...

Needless to say, they were all pretty freaked out!

The third member of the group let out the loudest shriek he'd ever muster. What he was looking at resembled what would be seen in fantasy/horror films. Not actual real life. "WHAT THE FU--"

"LANGUAGE!" Said the "Gobliny" Creature. Speaking in a raspy and high pitched voice. Craning his neck right into the brute's face. Making sure he petrified him with his assertive, threatening and uncanny grin. It seemed it had worked pretty well as it shut up the other two. And with that, he digressed. "So, most of you probably don't know why I've brought you here and you all probably want to go home, right?"

Marko rolled his eyes, mumbling a response. "Nice job Capitan Obvious--"

"WWWELL, Let me just get the boring stuff out of the way...You're Marko, Johnny and Alexander."

The petrified member, Alexander. The one just as tall as Flint Marko wore a grey hoodie and jeans. He was rather the "Wizard of OZ" Lion of the group so to speak. Being terrified a little more easily than the latter.

He raised his hand, begging to differ. "I uh-I just prefer Alex--"

"I WAS TALKING!" Upon hearing Goblin shout like that with his deranged smile, Alex stiffened up. Letting out a whimper and nodding quickly. "Anyways, I chose all of you for a specific reason. One I think you'll find to be rather...hm, obvious?"

To them, it was a no brainer. Before being dock workers, the three were all hardened criminals. Gangsters if you will. Working under a notorious crime network in the underworld.

"Our connection to Kingpin." said Johnny.

"Exactly." Goblin chuckled in amusement. "It seems that he's become too powerful for his own good. So much so that simply working with him is like child labour . It's troublesome and unnecessarily painful. So as you say, I want him out of the picture."

Flint rolled his eyes. Though in reality, he hated the Crimelord, what The Goblin was suggesting was virtually impossible. "Good luck with that."

Goblin turned his head to Marko in a deranged way, chuckling once again. "Oh?"

Flint Marko folded his arms, "Look bub, as much that be a dream come true. The Bastard is way too untouchable. He has his own personal bitch, Big Man. You want him, you gotta get the Big Man out of the way." He scowled at Goblin. "And going in Guns Blazing is sucide."

Goblin stood up straight, moving in a jerky motion as he brought himself up. "Ah yes, Filthy Rich. The Big Man. Well, I wouldn't worry about him too much, friend." Marko arched his eyebrow to that. He opened his mouth to speak. But Goblin beat him to it. "Don't worry about that for now. When the time comes for that, we'll talk." The Glider began to ascend. "I'm giving you until the end of the week to accept. But of course, it's your choice." Suddenly, he began to laugh manically at himself, flying off. Leaving the three in the dark.

Saturday Morning

6:59

Flash slammed his eyes open. Abruptly waking up. Surprisingly, he didn't feel all that tired anymore.

Suddenly, his alarm went off. Startling him, making him wince as that wasn't something happened before. He promptly looked at his clock. Seeing that the next hour had come.

He sighed, sitting up straight and turning off the alarm. Thereafter, he just sat there to think. Reflecting on what had happened yesterday.

"What was that yesterday? I felt completely fine before I left." He stroked his chin, trying to figure out what happened. "Come on think, Sentry. You had scrambled eggs that morning, followed by Orange juice. Went to school, had a bag of chips on the bus and...." He widened his eyes, realizing something very crucial to that all. "Oh dammit! I made myself look like an idiot and fell on Sunset! Oh yeah, that'll forever be remembered!"

He sighed again. This time in a more annoyed tone. That whole incident wasn't exactly one of his highlights. Well at least don't feel like crap today. So that's a plus...

Promptly, he got up. He had been in the same shirt for almost a day now, so naturally, it was time to change it. Taking it off and throwing it into the laundry bucket in his room.

He had briefly walked past his mirror to his closet. Grabbing a fresh Black T-Shirt. However, his eyes suddenly widened. "Wait a minute." Something had caught his eye as he had walked past the mirror.

He took about two steps back. Right, where he could stand in front of his mirror, and what he saw caught him by complete surprise.

He was jacked!

His torso was completely different. It wasn't a frame of an overly muscular bodybuilder, but he was ripped. He had some muscle definition as if he'd been working out for weeks on end. His stomach was hard and flat, he had a six-pack.

He checked his arms out, they were a lot beefier than before. For the most part, Flash was slim. Of course, he wasn't like a twig or something. But still, his arms had never been this muscular before.

Then, of course, they were his pecs, which is what caught his eyes in the first place. Like we've established, Flash did not have any real muscle definition before.

Out of curiosity, he flexed them. And sure enough, they flexed out. Surprising to him a lot.

"What in the world--WHEN DID I BECOME JACKED?!" Flash didn't know what to think about this. Whether or not this was a good thing or a bad thing. Because of the odd metamorphosis from scrawny to jacked overnight. On top of that, he was still trying to figure out what had made him sick in the first place.

Flash was in his usual clad: Jacket, pants shoes. Walking down the stairs and greeting his parents. "Good Morning..."

His Mother, who watching the news widened her eyes. Looking over her shoulder. "Flash? What are you doing up, aren't you still sick."

"I...Got better." That was the only thing Flash managed to muster. He honestly was trying to comprehend the new development while trying to figure out what caused him to get sick. He was in a pretty "thinking" mood so to speak.

Flash's dad, who was manning the stove. Couldn't help but chuckle, cracking a joke. "So, ya faked a sickness to get out of class, huh. Clever."

Flash rolled his eyes. "Dad..."

Sabrina promptly got up from her seat. Placing her hand on Flash's forehead. "Well, your temperature seems a lot better. But you should get some more rest. At least until, tommorow"

Flash nodded. "I'm fine, Mom." Flash responded with a reassuring smile. "Scout's Honour!"

Though usually, when he'd try to be funny. She would indeed laugh. However, judging by the way he had come home yesterday, she harboured a lot of worries. "Okay.....Well, me and your Father are going into town for a couple of hours. We'll be back by noon. I don't really have anytime to whip something up right now, but uh there should be some leftovers from last night--Wait, maybe leftovers isn't such a good ide--"

"Mom, Mom." Flash interjected. "It's perfectly fine. Just enjoy your day out with Dad, alright."

She again sighed, "Alright....just stay safe."

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