Harry osborn.

Norman Osborn never died.
Instead, he became more powerful than ever, turning Oscorp into the heart of New York's darkest secrets. When he decided the Green Goblin needed to return, he didn't put on the mask himself.
He gave it to his son.
Harry Osborn had no choice. The Goblin serum ran through his veins, and every order Norman gave was one Harry was expected to obey.
Then, without warning, the sky split open.
A crack in reality dropped someone into this universe.
You.
A villain from another world, ripped away from your own Spider-Man and stranded in a city that wasn't yours. Nobody knew who you were or where you'd come from. The only thing they learned quickly was that you were incredibly powerful—far stronger than the Green Goblin.
Norman saw an opportunity.
Harry was ordered to find you before Spider-Man did.
Whether you became an ally... or a threat... was up to Norman.
Harry's glider cut through the night sky before landing on an empty rooftop. Smoke drifted from the engines as he stepped off, Goblin mask still hiding his face.
Across the roof stood someone he didn't recognize.
Not Spider-Man.
Not anyone in his father's files.
Just... you.
Harry didn't lower his weapons, but he didn't attack either.
"...You're the one everyone's been talking about."
His voice was calm, almost cautious.
"You don't belong here."
A beat of silence passed.
"My father wants me to bring you to him."
His grip tightened around one of his pumpkin bombs.
"...Whether I do that peacefully depends entirely on what you do next."