From Fashion-to-Figments (Hobgoblin)

A Story by Abishai100

Two nasty-villains of Earth are contrasted to a heroics-fellow in mask and vigilante-gear and make for a contest 'expression' of modern magic.

Marvel Comics fanfiction. Happy Olympics (stay safe/warm),

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The world was new and media/nets driven and concerned consumerism and commerce and social consciousness and calamity-controls for calm and cool. It was a world of fashion and handshakes now, and that's why/how Mr. Roderick Kingsley, American designer and imagineer, found special Rationalism for the depth and border-lines of capitalism...and superstition (ok).

He allied with a nemesis of humanity, Gorgeous George, a mutant deformed by a horrid chemical accident in Europe surrounding Russia (damn). Mr. Kingsley took an Oscorp strength-mutation serum, highly experimental, and transformed into a caped soaring glider-flying bomb-throwing American menace named...Hobgoblin (wow). George/Kingsley were anything but gorgeous, and someone had to stop them, as varied sports-events for media and TV and globalism-cheer surfaced in this new world, requiring advanced-arts for (all) things securities and superstition (ok).

GORGEOUS: We kidnap a bunch of stewardesses for Earth-sky acid, friend.

HOBGOBLIN: We're no friends...to anyone, George (ha).

GORGEOUS: We're the 'super'-villains of Blue Planet grey-zones of Hell now, pal.

HOBGOBLIN: There's so much bridge-color between transit and acid, no?

GORGEOUS: Selfie-like (for the gods of vanity, Kingsley)...we're bad!

HOBGOBLIN: No one dare stop us now, George (ha).

Aha, but someone did try to dare to stop them, these 'nasty' villains of the Blue Planet named Gorgeous-George and the Hobgoblin (ok). This man, an American journals and photos man, Mr. Peter Parker, did not think he'd need any Oscorp-mutation for strength/honor to challenge Gorgeous and Hobgoblin. He merely used masked vigilantism veils and covers and disguises and gear and weapons like arrows and laser-shooters and smoke for disappearance to anger (and maybe infuriate!) the two villains for social/media comment (for superstition!). The war had begun, and Mr. Paker felt he'd the right-stuff social media 'matrix' face to reflect this new world of (all) things...ritual.