Norman Osborn kills for reasons, it might not always seem like he does but they're always there. Whether it's power, revenge, or just pure hate, there are reasons. Why do you think his buzzing prevented us from killing his pitiful son? He didn't see the reason. Not me, though, it honestly makes no sense why I kill the people I do. That's why you and I have so much fun together! I'm just so... unreasonable!
But now, I've made you look at your reflection, and you don't like what you see in the shadows. One of these days, one of us is going to inevitably kill the other. It's coming, Parker... Sooner than you think. And when it does, you're going to have to choose.
Oh, yes. The Steel Spider. Man. Steel Spider, man. No. Steel Spider. The Steel Spider. The Steel Spider Man. Steel. Spider. Man. Spider. Man. Heh. Spider. Man. Spider-Man. Heh. Spider-Man. Spider-Man. Oh God. Heh. Spider-Man. Heh. Ha. Ha ha ha ha.
There's a space monster and a mad swordsman loose in the base--shall we trust the huge security complement and the team of superhumans to deal with it? Oh, no. Let's make a complete dog's breakfast of the whole operation. So Norman has to clean things up. I'm a fricking martyr to my own innate heroism, is what I am. Norman Osborn, America's last hero. That's what I am.
I want you all to listen very carefully. I'm not going to kill you. I'm not even going to arrest you. Because you work for me now. Not the Thunderbolts. ME. But know this. If you ever - EVER - interfere with me again...I will murder your families, your friends, your loved ones. I'll kill them in ways that will make even sociopaths like you WEEP. And then I will torture you to death. Slowly. And I will enjoy every last moment of it.
My friends! These creatures think Earth belongs to them! That they can come here - to our home - and make us kneel! But this is our world! This is our country! While a single breath remains in our bodies, we will fight and die to keep it! Stand with me! Show them! Let us shout it with one voice! This...is my country.
It's a new day. So listen carefully... This is how it's going to be. As you all know, I, Norman Osborn, have been given the keys to the kingdom. Tony Stark is out. S.H.I.E.L.D. is no longer. I am heading a new world peacekeeping task force that includes the Initiative and the Avengers franchises. And as far as I am concerned, that is good news for all of you. ... You'll tell me what it is you need, and I'll do that thing. And in return? ... In return, loyalty. Camaraderie. Brothers in arms. ... However, if any of you would sink to your basest instincts...you must know that whatever you have gained from this relationship...can easily be taken away. Like that. By force.
I think this belongs to you. It was found on your person when the police took you into custody. I believe it belonged to my wife...which, if I'm not mistaken, would make you my daughter-in-law. Let me be the first to say...welcome to the family.
We never know what chain of events we've set in motion as we perform our daily tasks. Wings of a butterfly and all of that. We suit up, show up, screw up. The results of those screwups don't surface for months...maybe years. Breathe in some asbestos on a job site. Twenty years later -- lung cancer. Send a man to jail. A few years later he becomes ruler of the Earth...he uses your best friend to kill you.
I considered a major celebrity death. Maybe just a few shark attacks. But in the end, I dedided that the most enjoyable distration of all...would be the war crimes trial of the terrorist and traitor James Rhodes!
You hunt and kill Captain America...and Luke Cage...and Ms. Marvel...and Iron Fist...and Clint Barton...and Mockingbird...and Daredevil...and Spider-Woman...and Doctor Strange...and this Doctor Voodoo and all the others. You are my new storm troopers. My new black guard. You hunt them and you kill them. I don't care how. You bring me their heads. And you're off the hook with me. We're square. All sins forgiven. ... Spider-Man too. But I want him alive.
He's dead. You're dead. You're all dead. He's going to kill you all. I was the only one who could stop him...I was the only one who knew what he really was. How -- how powerful he was. I was saving you all from him. You don't know what you've... Oh, no... I was saving you.
You can make fun of me all you want...but you know this is true... I was right. The world is a mess and the world needed me to fix it. And I would have. I could have. This world is a madhouse of mutants, terrorists, psychotics, aliens, and monsters. All of them clashing and crashing into each other at every second of every day. People put on costumes and just decide, all by themselves, that they are the savior of this world. That it's okay for them to go and do whatever the Hell they want to whoever however they want because they have a costume. Well, I am telling you, the world is going to end, one day soon, it's actually going to explode. The wrong creature is going to slam into the wrong Mutant and boom. That will be it. All of this--All of it will have been for nothing. All I wanted was to stop it. All I wanted to do was fix the problems before they happened. I know the mutants of this world will rise up and kill us. I know that the Hulk will one day decide to destroy everything he sees. I know the Punisher will one day kill the wrong person and set off a chain of events that will lead to nuclear holocaust. I know these heroes will dive head first into something they do not understand and end up doing such insane damage to the world that humans can no longer live on it. Victor von Doom will crush us under his last mad gasp of air. I know this is true. I know it. And I could have stopped it. If not for the fact that you kept standing in my @#$@# way...
Gather round, my subjects. We have wonderful news. As Wilson Fisk's former minions join our ranks, and we gobble up his infrastructure... ...we've passed the tipping point. 52% of all organized crime in this town is under our control. And for that, we owe a very special thanks to the Spider-Man. For cutting off the heads and leaving us the bodies. As of right now, your Goblin King is now the Goblin Kingpin of Crime!Hee Hee! Without even lifting a finger... ...I'VE ALREADY WON! NEW YORK IS MINE!
There was a time when you were like a son to me, Peter. The son I never had. My chance for a legacy. Of course, so much has come between us since then, hasn't it? And our burgeoning familial love turned to hate. How long have we tormented one another? I call you a fool, you call me a madman. I kill someone you love- you lock me away in a place like this. It's a vicious cycle. One I certainly never believed would end. But these are extraordinary and dangerous times, Peter. We must change our habits in the face of them. You and I both know-- he's coming.
If we're lucky. Worst case scenario, we take the wounded survivor. I say we let them run right into each other and see what happens. I wonder if we can get a security camera on the fight. And perhaps some popcorn.
Aaand here he is at last! The hero of our little drama. Just in time for the thrilling climax! But wait-- a twist! The "hero" isn't one at all. In fact, he never was. Really, Otto, you're just embarrassing yourself with this charade. Granted, you were never on my level, but being a bad guy suited you. Saving that little lady is your last remaining achievement as Spider-Man. When it all goes boom, you'll have nothing left! Hahahaha!
Hisgirl off the bridge. For years I couldn't... remember. The itch I could never scratch. But now... of course. Peter Parkeris Spider-Man! The greatest weapon I ever had against the wall-crawler! It's mine again! And I owe it all to you, old friend... J. Jonah Jameson!
You left me no choice, really. You took that triumph from me, so now I’m going to take everything from you. I have to destroy you now, completely and utterly. Wipe you off the face of the Earth and the pages of history. Look closely, Otto, at all the pretty pictures I’m putting on your goggles. Why, see here, if it isn't Chez Octavius? The house where you grew up. Oh, that's the lab where you had your octopus-related accident. And here's the Boneyard... where the police have all of Octavius' greatest inventions under lock and key. Look! The bottling plant that you as Spider-Man... saved all those people from being blown up and guess what? They're all pulling a night shift. And what's this? The H.E.A.R.T. Clinic, where you dedicated so much time to helping the sick. An impressive body of work, Otto. A legacy any man would be proud off. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Aaaaaand boom.