Osborn takes the blast and sails into the side of a building, the impact smarting even through the armor.
"All right, no more Mister Nice Goblin." Osborn says, pressing a button on his armor.
"You play nice, try to give someone a chance to reform and you get that. All right, fine."
The control nanites in Karla's body go off as Osborn tries to shut down her powers so that the bad guys can take her down.
He heard the explosion on the helcarrier and grumbles. He hopes that Bob isn't having too much fun with all that expensive technology. If they blow that thing up, it's going to take an act of God to get Congress to sign off on a new one.
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