November 28th, 2002. Thanksgiving and my 18th birthday. Yeah, I kinda skipped first grade and went straight to second. I'm that smart.

Personally, I hate my birthday because of Thanksgiving or I hate Thanksgiving because of my birthday. I'm gonna guess the latter since I hate my birthday.

Anyways, Aunt May and Uncle Ben never really celebrated until they adopted Primrose. I tried to pretend I enjoyed it but I couldn't really fool Prim so she openly declared she doesn't want to celebrate Thanksgiving anymore. Primrose has more heart than most adults.

However, since the Osborn's celebrate Thanksgiving and Harry wants Norman to meet MJ, he begged me to let us celebrate Thanksgiving this year. I only agreed after he gave me the puppy-dog eyes and I reluctantly invited Aunt May and Primrose. 

Anyways, I'm gonna bitchy because I can. Like, why couldn't he wait until Christmas?

I decided to swing through the streets of New York City to cool off, and I had to fetch cranberries.

"Okay, I may not pay attention to Thanksgiving traditions, but I'm pretty apartment buildings going up in flame is not on the list." I tell myself when I see what I just stated.

"My baby's in there! My baby's in there!" I hear a mother sob out as the firefighters hold her back. "LET ME GO!"

"I can't let you! The roof's collapsing!" 

"SOMEBODY SAVE MY BABY!"

"The roof's about to collapse!"

"Look! Up there!" Another woman calls out, pointing at me, who was swinging to the scene.

"SAVE MY BABY, PLEASE!"

I swing into the window as the crowd down below watches, the suspense growing thicker and thicker every second. The mother starts trembling before letting out a blood-curling scream as the window next to the one I jumped into explodes. I jump out of the window next door just seconds before it explodes into flames, carefully cradling just barely a month old baby.

I gently hand the sobbing fetus to the stressed mother. "It's okay. Your baby's fine."

"Oh, my baby!" The mother removes the blanket I wrapped around the baby and gets a good look at his face. Tears of relief fall from the mother's eyes as she looks at me, "God bless you, Spiderwoman! Bless you!"

"There she is!" I hear someone shout. "Don't let her get away!" Two officers run up to me. "Hold it! Hold it right there! You're under arrest! I'm taking you in!"

A scream fills my ears making a woman point up, "oh my, God! There's somebody still up there!"

I look the officer dead in the eye, "I'm going."

"I'll be here when you get back."

"Not coming back, chief."

The officer sighs, "go, go!"

I quickly swing up and jump in through the window. "Where are you?" I call out. Parts of the ceiling starts to collapse. "Where are you?" I see a figure in the distance, clearly sobbing. "I'm gonna get you out of here!" I make my way towards her, "it's okay!" 

I reach my hand out to grab her shoulder but she turns around with a scream, revealing himself to be the Green Goblin, throwing a punch in my face. I fall back, crashing into a burning door.

"You're pathetically predictable," the Green Goblin taunts. "Like a moth to the flame. What about my generous proposal? Are you in or are you out?"

"It's you who's out, Gobby. Out of your mind... and sense of fashion. Like, what the fuck is that outfit?"

"Wrong answer!" He throws what looks as if a pumpkin bomb but reveals itself to be razor bats as it divides up into little batarangs. 

"Oh, great," I groan. I jump into the air to dodge the goblin-arangs. When I stand up straight, Green Goblin tries to punch me in the face but I luckily dodge in time and punch him before I dodge the goblin-arangs that were returning, one slicing my arm slightly. I quickly then duck, dodging another one which just collided with another.

I punch Green Goblin in the face and catch him with a web as he falls back. I kick him back and he goes across the hall, but before I could get to him, the fire gets to aggressive. I cough as I regrettably flea the scene.

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I land in my bedroom, and take a deep sigh.

"Emma?" I hear Aunt May call out. "Is that you?" I quickly jump up, sticking to the cell as they walk in.

"Em?" Harry appears behind her, carrying Primrose in his arms and Norman besides him.

"How strange." Aunt May notes as Norman walks into my room, looking around. "There's nobody here."

I look over to the cut I got fighting the Green Goblin, I notice a drop of blood getting ready to fall. Norman stands right under where the drop of blood is gonna fall.

"Bit of a slob, isn't she?" Norman glances around my room. Creep.

"All the brilliant folk are," Aunt May states. "Now, get out of my niece's room before I take a wooden spoon to your arse."

The drop of blood falls just as Norman moves out of the way, however, he stops as the blood hits the ground. I silently curse and quickly crawl out of the room and hide under my window.

Norman looks down at the drop of blood before looking up in confusion, Norman narrows his eyes before looking outside my window. I sigh.

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I grin as I open the door, "hey, everyone!"

"Oh, Emma!" Aunt May smiles warmly at me as everyone stands up when I arrive.

"Parker," Norman nods.

"Sorry I'm late, it's a jungle out there. I had to beat an old lady with a stick to get these cranberries!" I say, making everyone chuckle as Aunt May kisses my cheek.

"Thank you. Now then, everybody sit down and we can say grace." Everyone takes their seats, Primrose was quick to sit next to Emma. "Here we go," Aunt May sets the turkey down. "There we are."

"It looks delicious," MJ smiles at Aunt May.

Norman tries to take a piece of the monkey bread but Aunt May slaps his hand.

"Norman. Will you do the honors?"

Norman licked the butter of his fingers, his gaze never leaving Aunt May. Primrose grasps Emma's sleeve. Norman picks up the knifes and sharpens them, grinning with malice.

"Why, Emma, you're bleeding."

Norman halts as he looks over at Emma, noticing the blood drenching Emma's sleeve. Obviously from a cut.

"Oh, yeah." I shrug. "I stepped off a curb and got clipped by one of those bike messengers."

"Oh, let me see," Aunt May unbuttons my sleeve, and looks at the cut. "Oh, my goodness. Oh, that looks awful."

"It's nothing."

"I'll get the first-aid kit. Then we'll say grace. This is Emma and Harry's first Thanksgiving in this apartment and it is Emma's 18th birthday, we are gonna do things properly."

Norman stares at my cut, "how did you say that happened?"

"Bike messenger. Knocked me down."

Norman drops the knifes on the table, and abruptly stands up. "Uh... if you'll excuse me, I've got to be going."

"Wha- why?" Harry looks at his father in shock.

"Something has come to my attention," he grabs his jacket, throwing it on.

"Are you alright?" Harry stands up, following Norman out.

"I'm fine, just fine. Thank you, Mrs. Parker. Everyone. Enjoy the fruitcake."

"Dad! Dad, what are you doing?" Harry asks once they're out of the apartment, but everyone can still hear them. "I planned this whole thing so you could meet MJ, and now you have to leave?"

"I gotta go."

"Dad, this girl is important to me."

"Harry, please. Look at her. You think a woman like that is sniffing around because she likes your personality?"

"What are you saying?"

"Your mother was beautiful too. They're all beautiful. Until they're snarling after your trust fund like a pack of ravening wolves."

"You're wrong about her, Dad."

"A word to the not-so-wise about your little girlfriend. Do what you need to with her, then broom her fast."

I place a hand over MJ's as we hear the elevator door close. Harry enters the room as Aunt May starts tending to my cut. 

"Thanks for sticking up for me, Harry," MJ scoffs, standing up.

"You heard?" Harry raises a brow.

"Everybody heard that creep."

"That creep is my father, all right? If I'm lucky, I'll become half of what he is. So keep your mouth shut about stuff you don't understand!"

"Harry Osborn!" Aunt May scolds him.

"I'm sorry, Aunt May," MJ apologies as she leaves.

"Well, that was a disaster. Now I see why you hate Thanksgiving." Primrose lays her head on Emma's shoulder.

Aunt May sighs as she sets down a framed photo of five year old Peter Parker, with his glasses and toothy smile even with his two-front teeth missing.

Emma sighs, placing her chin on her palm. "Happy birthday, Pete."