Hans ran across a rooftop, his goblin costume on and Glider snuggly fitted into a harness on his back to store it when not in use. He seemed to be running faster and faster, making mind boggling leaps with single bounds. Soon, he reached the place that he had been looking for and dropped down and looked at a trio of delinquents, they looked at him before running, but the Super Soldier syrum running through him pushed him to do better than them. Throwing his Glider into the air, he charged at them, the glider beaped and blasted towards him, he jumped and it shot past him, knocking the first two off their feet and sending them spiralling into a wall. He then seemed to hunker onto all fours as he charged, jumping and tackling him to the ground, he grabbed the man and hoisted him up by his collar. "WHERE ARE THE FUCKING DRUGS!?!?!?" he roared at him. The man shuddered in fear. "YOU THINK SELLING TO THOSE MINORS MAKES YOU A TOUGH GUY?!?!?" He bellowed, pointing his free thumb at the kids, he dragged the man back through the alley, "You had best get home..." he growled at the two teenagers he had knocked aside with his glider, before climbing atop his glider and flying high above New York. "Lovely View isn't it?" he giggled. He then stopped and growled as the man pissed his pants. He looked into the mans eyes before flying back down to street level and dropping the man by a pair of beat-patrol officers. "I caught this man dealing drugs to underaged buyers..." he said, they looked at him, before deciding that the bullet-proof vest that Goblin had on, combined with his large, technologically advanced glider probably meant that they really didn't stand a chance of bringing him in... And did they really want to? Of all the crimes going on in New York, saving a pair of kids from ODing on heroine was WAAAAAY down the list.

"Thanks..." said one of them. Goblin looked at his hand, it was shaking. He then before he blasted off, he needed to meet the others. Landing in an alleyway, he decided to take the rest of the trip by foot. He finally found the Spider-graffiti. He seemed to stumble towards Web-Head before pulling his helmet off and throwing it down, he then pulled a bottle of pills from his jacket and popped it, his hands shaking so badly that the pills seemed to fly everywhere. "BLODE FOTZE!!!" he yelled, smashing his fist into the concrete, cracking it, he then grasped and found a pair of the pills before popping them in his mouth and sitting down. His finger tapped jaw lining just under his ear. He seemed to breath deeply and calmly... "Es tut mir leid... Web-Head... Sorry..." he reached for his helmet and secured it over his face. He then looked at the Venom creature "But, it appears as though I am not zhe only one of us vis problems..." he laughed. "I think the original Spider-man is probably turning in his grave, because of this..." he said, looking down at his costume. "But... Believe it or not, i'm here to help..."