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A/N: So um...it's been years. Yeah, I really don't have any adequate excuses beyond an empty promise I'll try to finish this eventually. And just to clarify something from the last chapter: someone said Kraven's name. That wasn't Kraven.

Skulker smiled at the laughing, or really more accurately cackling, man in front of him. Plasmius's friend descended on his glider lower to the ground. The green and purple rubber mask he wore would have been almost laughable on anyone else, but for some reason on the man in front of him it inspired something akin to, and Skulker wasn't going to admit this aloud, fear. But still not even the intimidating figure in front of him of him could destroy the feeling of triumph he had at getting his information-uneasiness about the costumed freak giving it aside. Now if only he had a bit more to work with.

"Have you been properly introduced to the famous Green Goblin?"Asked Plasmius, finally getting around to introductions. "I do quite like his color scheme."

Skulker didn't respond. "I appreciate the name you've given me, but if I recall there were two parts to our agreement."

"Well no need to be such a spoil sport about it!" Sing songed the Goblin. "The man you are seeking intel on died four years ago or so-nasty incident involving suicide after successfully impersonating a certain itsy bitsy spider...had him buried alive for days. If only I'd thought of that myself".

"You were allies, then?"

"Of course not! Spidey's my play thing! That idiot Kraven couldn't come up with single plan to catch his precious little "prey" until the day he did. He's a laughing stock that got lucky! He didn't know how to inflict real pain, how to really destroy someone's heart and soul. All he ever wanted was a petty little human zoo! And in the end he took his 'triumph' which wasn't even a real kill-and offed himself like the sniveling coward he was."

Sulker hoped it wasn't obvious that he was now shifting in extreme discomfort as the masked figure in front of him continued the manic cackling.

"Anyways," he said after sobering up slightly, "I'll sent the death certificate copy and a few news articles on good ole Sergai to your suit. But now, I have ask, what's all this to you?"

"Nothing!" Skulker could hear his voice cracking under pressure.

"Of course not. Why ever would I think that?" The sing song voice made it clear that the Goblin meant it quite sarcastically.

"Well if that will be all...perhaps you should should show yourself out," said Vlad.

Skulker managed a polite "of course" before phasing away. Vlad turned to his companion and smiled, "This is truly the start of a beautiful friendship." The two men took part in a group session of manic laughter.

"Dude!" exclaimed Tucker. "You actually met Spider-Man. The webslinger himself! That's so awesome!"

"I know, right?" said Danny.

The three members of a ghosting hunting group definitely not called the Ghost Getters sat in Sam's bedroom in her family's mansion. It was a big, spacious room perfect for hanging out in relative peace (assuming Sam' parents didn't burst in).

"What I don't get," said Sam "is why exactly he was here in the first place."

"I don't know, maybe he heard about the film shoot," said Danny with a shrug.

"Yeah because there aren't like a thousand things being filmed in New York at any given time," she said.

"Well okay, fine. Maybe there's some kind of Avenger-y thing and he's undercover. But who cares-I met Spider-Man!"

Sam let out a huff of frustration. "You really thinks that's all there is to this? What about Skulker? That whole thing about the webcam was weird."

"Sam, I totally met Spider-Man; you can rain on my awesome parade later."

Tucker sat on the corner of the bed. "Maybe Sam's right and we can do some recon…"

"We'd have to find Skulker first," Danny pointed out.

Tucker cracked knuckles. "Actually I meant about the film's stars. Maybe the next one won't be hitched." Both of his friends sighed.

He typed the film into IDM and searched.

"Your research skills are astounding," smirked Sam. "It lists the redheaded lady we met earlier today's spouse's name if you click her profile."

Tucker pulled a face, but copy and pasted Mary Jane Watson's husand's name into Google.

"Um guys?" said Tucker. "I think we just found another link in this."

The first search result read Peter Parker: The Spider-Man Photographer, and was a profile on a photographer with a very particular favorite subject.

"I think the Parkers might know why our friend was town after all…" said Sam.