Peter's heart pounded as he scanned the ballroom. He needed to move fast.
"AXIS, find me a vent hidden from cameras and guests." He whispered.
["Processing... Found. Third hallway on the left, behind the emergency supply cabinet."]
Peter exhaled, ready to slip away..
"Peter!"
Harry grabbed his arm, eyes filled with worry.
"My dad... I doubt something has happened to him."
Peter hesitated. The explosion was bad, but if Norman Osborn was involved, this was about to get worse.
Peter turned to MJ and Felicia. "You two need to get out of here. Now!"
MJ crossed her arms. "Oh, so we're just helpless damsels waiting to be saved? You think we can't handle ourselves?"
Peter sighed. "Oh god! Not now! That's not what I..!"
Felicia smirked, placing a hand on his chest. "Tiger, we get it. You care. But guess what? We care too. We're not leaving you and Harry to handle this alone."
Peter clenched his jaw. "It's dangerous."
Felicia winked. "So are we."
Harry, MJ, and Felicia were already moving. Peter tightened his fists followed. Forget being an anti-hero or acting matured, I should just become a villain and straight up punch this redhead in the face!
They rushed into an elevator with Oscorp security and a few board members. The descent into the underground labs was silent, save for the distant blaring alarms.
The doors slid open.
A sharp, metallic stench filled Peter's nose.
Then he saw it.
Bodies. Shredded. Torn apart.
Blood splattered across walls and floors. Limbs scattered like broken dolls.
The underground lab was a massacre-bodies torn apart, blood splattered everywhere. And among them lay Norman Osborn, motionless.
Harry's breath hitched.
"Dad!" he yelled, rushing forward.
But Peter grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Harry, wait!"
For, at the center of the carnage stood a hulking figure that loomed over the remains.
Peter's breath caught in his throat.
Dr. Connors.
But no, this wasn't the usual Lizard.
He was massive. Larger than any version Peter had ever seen, standing at least twelve feet tall, muscles layered thick like a tank.
His claws were longer, his teeth sharper, his yellow, slitted eyes gleaming with something... wrong.
The Lizard slowly turned toward them, yellow slitted eyes narrowing, a wicked grin stretching across his monstrous face. Revealing rows of jagged teeth dripping with saliva.
"More visitors," he sneered. His voice was guttural, distorted.
Peter's stomach twisted. This dick head must've tampered with the serum using the Goblin formula.
Security opened fire.
Bullets barey scratched his hide and he healed instantly.
"You humans never change. Attack. Fear. Deny evolution." The creature laughed, deep and twisted.
"See what you've done to the mutants? Cast out, hunted like vermin, while we played god in our labs."
He took a slow step forward.
"You fools wanted super-soldiers, but they were here all along… Join me and I'll give it to you!"
"THIS IS POWER!"
Aah yes, there is the 'join the dark side' complex. I guess, no Lizard is complete without it. Peter half expected the speech and was also half bored with it.
Like always, Oscorp's Special Operations team arrived soon after the speech, wielding advanced energy blasters and tranquilizers.
The Lizard stiffened.
Peter's eyes narrowed.
He doesn't care about bullets or tranqs... but energy weapons? That's different.
The commander barked an order.
"Fire!"
A barrage of blazing energy rounds lit up the lab.
The Lizard roared, staggering as his flesh burned where the shots landed.
Peter grabbed Harry, MJ, and Felicia.
"Move! Now!"
They sprinted for the exit.
But Peter felt it before it happened.The Lizard's eyes locked onto them, with his powerful legs coiled.
And he had picked his target.
"Oh shit! Harry!"
Think quick, what's the best way to save the only friend you have and finish off this 'mf' at the same time?
Peter threw himself in front of his friends and the Lizard's claws closed around him instead.
He barely had time to curse his luck before they crashed through the lab's outer wall. The Lizard burst through the underground wall, carrying Peter in his massive claws.
Debris rained down as they crashed onto the street, sending a car flipping onto its side.
Pedestrians ran screaming, horns blared, drivers swerved and slammed on their brakes.
Peter did some fake struggling, to act natural and to get a feel of the Lizard's strength. But Connors' grip was like a vice.
Ooh, he's stronger than I thought.
The Lizard whipped around, hissing, his breath thick with the stench of blood and decay. His monstrous yellow eyes scanned the chaos before locking onto the flashing sirens in the distance.
But then, an arrow whistled through the air and struck the Lizard's shoulder.
The beast barely flinched.
He yanked the arrow out and snarled.
Peter twisted his head, spotting the shooter.
Hawkeye.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. is here.
They got here too fast! Well it's to be expected. The city was too loud for the last few days. Especially, since I showed up.
The future Avenger stood atop a black SUV, bow raised, his expression hardening.
But the S.H.I.E.L.D. being here just made things more complicated. They are as annoying as gum stuck under the shoe.
More black SUVs skidded into formation, doors flying open as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents poured out. Red laser sights dotted the Lizard's body.
"Stand down! Release the hostage!" a commanding officer barked.
Peter sighed.
Yeah, sure, I'll just ask the twelve-foot mutant lizard holding me hostage to let me go.
The Lizard growled lowly, his claws tightening for a moment, then he made a decision.
Damn it, that would've hurt if I weren't built different.
With a brutal yank, he flipped Peter in mid-air and coiled his thick tail around his waist, squeezing hard.
Peter choked out a curse, as he pretended to groan in pain, twisting in the creature's grasp.
"Let... go... of... me!"
The Lizard ignored him, leaping onto a passing truck. The metal caved like foil under his sheer weight, sending the vehicle skidding sideways into another car. The explosion lit up the night, flames dancing in the chaotic background.
Another arrow struck the Lizard's shoulder.
The beast hissed, whipping his head around, eyes locking onto Hawkeye.
"Well, that got his attention," Clint muttered.
The Lizard, then, roared and charged, smashing through abandoned cars, heading straight for the S.H.I.E.L.D. barricade.
The agents opened fire.
Bullets ripped through his scaled flesh, spraying dark green blood onto the pavement, but he healed instantly.
A high-powered sniper round punched through his eye, from behind a car.
The Lizard screamed.
For a second, his grip on Peter loosened.
Fucker! Just let me go or else I am gonna have a hard time explaining my survival.. Blaming it all on luck won't just be enough.
But then the grip tightened again.
Harder. But Peter had more important things to focus on.
Gotta think of a believable lie.
Peter let out a fake cry of pain, curling up around the coiled tail.
"Shit, he's killing the kid!" one of the agents yelled.
The Lizard roared, nostrils flaring as bullets ripped through his flesh. It's skin got scratched and the scales flew, but his skin sealed shut just as fast.
"You are weak!" the Lizard spat, voice guttural and inhuman.
The Oscorp mutant ripped a street sign out of the ground, swinging it like a mace.
CRACK!
A S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicle flipped over, slamming into a traffic light.
Peter kept still. Gotta let this play out a little longer. But damn, this guy's more brutal than usual.
The Lizard charged. The sheer speed of it was terrifying... A 12 foot mass of muscle and rage barreling down like a bullet train.
Meanwhile, a S.H.I.E.L.D. chopper soared above, opening fire with mounted gatling guns. The bullets pounded into the Lizard's back, few inches away from Peter, causing chunks of scales to rupture and peel away.
The beast screeched and then, jumped straight up.
Like a cannonball, he crashed into the chopper, his claws ripping through the cockpit and tearing the pilot in half.
Blood sprayed over the windshield as the co-pilot screamed.
The Lizard grabbed him by the throat and bit down.
Peter turned his head away, as the poor guy's body twitched violently before going limp. This is some Venom movie shit!
The chopper spiraled out of control, slamming into the side of a skyscraper in a fiery explosion.
The Lizard leaped away mid-destruction, landing on another rooftop with a crack that shattered concrete.
Peter groaned, struggling again.
"Y'know, Connors, this isn't how you treat your favorite lab assistant!"
The Lizard snapped his jaws inches from Peter's face.
"You were supposed to help me!" he roared, spitting blood and saliva.
"Help you?! You just ate a guy!" Peter shot back. "Pretty sure that's a breach of contract!"
The Lizard snarled and threw Peter hard onto the rooftop.
Peter barely had time to roll before a clawed foot stomped down, nearly... possibly... caving his skull in. Who knows? He never wanted to test his defense limits by risking his life.
He dodged, but the next tail swipe sent him flying into a metal AC unit, denting it on impact.
"Aarghh...", Peter continued his oscar worthy acting.
The Lizard stalked forward. Grinning, with blood dripping from his mouth.
"I don't need a hostage anymore. Don't you think?"
But fate had other plans for the Lizard. An explosive arrow slammed into the Lizard's chest.
BOOM!
The creature stumbled back, scales charred and peeling, slightly revealing raw muscle.
Hawkeye was on a nearby rooftop, thanks to his grappling arrows, the rope swiftly pulling him up. Without missing a beat, he notched another arrow and launched it straight at the Lizard.
The Lizard snarled and lunged.
"Annoying!"
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