Peter Parker was feeling relatively uneasy today. He thought joining a Krav Maga academy would help and his days of being bullied by Eugene "The Flash" Thompson would be over. As it turned out, life was no Karate kid movie where you could start knocking out people with just a few months training. It was at the end of middle school when Peter realised that since he was already a champ as far as intellectual side was concerned, it wouldn't hurt to at least learn about how to defend yourself. It had been seventeen months since then. After giving some thoughts Peter decided to join the Krav Maga academy which was located near Hillside Avenue. It was ran by Thomas Halloway, a highly decorated NYPD detective who retired just few years back.

He was very reasonable as far as fee was considered and he also took the Parkers' financial condition in consideration. The experience wasn't as magical as he thought though, especially for someone like Peter who had never been even a little bit athletic in his entire life. He came back home bruised, tired and disappointed. For days and weeks Peter felt like he should give up, that fighting just wasn't his cup of tea. When Flash found out about it, he made even more fun of him. While Aunt May supported his decision to quit, Uncle Ben instead was fully against it. He encouraged Peter to prevail and try harder. It was better to get bruised and tired instead of giving up and doing nothing. And so Peter worked diligently and then real improvement started to show. His muscles got more sturdy, his posture got better, his body language had improved and after a certain time he realised that he didn't need to be afraid of Flash any longer.

The most annoying fact though was that it didn't change his situation as much as he hoped to. He was still considered a nerd and therefore was still at the lowest end as far as the overall social cliques of high school was considered. True, he had gotten a whole lot better as far as his body was concerned though he didn't reach the point where he could knock out Flash and his cronies in one punch. And granted, he surely changed from everyone's favourite punching bag but that didn't mean cheerleaders were dying to go out with him. Yeah, they did stop getting physical with him, but that's not the main point. In the end, the taunts still wouldn't stop and it seemed he would always bound to be an outsider. If he took beating from people they would call him an insect or a loser, while if he fought them back then they would call him delinquent. He basically stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He just hoped that someday the situation would change. After all the curse named Flash couldn't just follow him for his entire life, right?

Not far from his house was a forested park that he often visited if he needed some exercises or just to kill time. Benches and lampposts were placed throughout the stone paved ground. A large water fountain was placed directly in the center and wooden picnic tables were also spread out here and there. The playground equipment such as swings, slides, and jungle gyms were set aside on the left hand corner by the sidewalks. The place was a nice gathering spot where the neighborhood children could meet and play together.

Beyond the park was a commercial shopping district, the liveliest part of the city. There were a variety of stores there ranging from everyday groceries to special goods shops. The place also showcased a variety of restaurants such as fast food burger joints and family restaurants. Movie posters were posted outside the mall, showcasing the many films that were playing in the theater. An arcade game center was slso located nearby. Peter had a habit to hang out there when he wanted to blow off some steam.

Right now, Peter was walking outside the park and approaching the street that would lead him to the commercial, walking down the sidewalk with various pedestrians and vehicles passing by. He soon approached his destination with many people and their families walking by, chatting and laughing with each other when a soccer ball with a black and white hexagon design then suddenly landed athis feet. Bending over to pick up the ball while wondering where it came from, a young boy less than half his height then walked towards him. From his small size, Peter guessed that he was probably around three to four years old. The boy's parents seemed to be nowhere to be found though.

"Mister, may I have my ball back, please?" the little boy asked politely.

Peter, who looked rather disappointed by the boy, squatted down with the soccer ball in his hands so he could talk to the kid at eyes level.

"Listen, kid. You shouldn't be running around here playing all by yourself," he scolded the boy. "There are lots of cars around here that can hit you to oblivion!"

The boy simply stared back at him with a sad expression on his face. Peter thought that maybe he was being too hard on the kid who probably didn't know any better. After all, he himself hated being lectured all the time by grown ups.

Sighing with the ball still in his hands, Peter then hid face behind and made a goofy looking face after uncovering it. He repeated this a few times but the boy was still not laughing. The boy probably outgrew the peek-a-boo faces when he was a baby. Peter then decided to change his game by pulling his blazer over his head like hood, stuffing the ball down his pants, and lastly putting two chopsticks he found on ground between his nostrils and his mouth. He then began this weird dance back and forth with an even more ridiculous looking face.

"Ha ha ha ha! Monster! Monster!" The little boy sat down as he started laughing at Peter.

After having a good laugh, Peter returned his clothes back to normal and once again spoke to the little kid at eyes level.

"Alright, now run along, kid," he said handing the ball back to him. "It's dangerous to play alongside the road. Do you understand?"

Peter then walked away from the boy, crossing the road at a nearby traffic stop. Walking from the opposite side, he saw that the little boy was still playing with his soccer ball next to the curb. And still neither of his parents had come to pick him up.

"Dammit, what's the use?" he cursed. "Why do I get the feeling that everything I said to him just went into one ear and out of the other?"

Peter just wanted to walk away and yet he couldn't take his eyes off the boy. It was pretty close to rush hour now and the amount of vehicles on the road was about to increase. The boy then accidently kicked his soccer ball way too hard as it landed in the middle of the road next to a white line that divided the lanes. Two cars drove past it narrowly missing the ball. Thinking that it was safe, the little boy began walking onto the road to retrieve his ball.

"Whoa, kid! Don't go into the road!" Peter shouted loudly from the other side of the road.

A fast red sport car then caught Peter's eyes as it drove down the road towards the ball. The driver was going way past the designated speed limit with no signs of him either slowing down or noticing the little boy that was just about to cross to the center. He had to act fast.

The little boy moved between two cars parked by the curb. He then walked to the center and picked up his ball, resulting in the driver of the red sports car shocked seeing a little kid spontaneously appeared out of nowhere. He slammed his brakes down as hard as he could and the vehicle skidded towards the little boy due to its momentum. The vehicle skidded closer and closer, the sound of its tires grinding into the pavement made a horrible screeching noise that echoed throughout the block.

Peter ran towards the little boy as fast as he could. Using the momentum gained from running, he dived directly at the boy, pushing him out of the vehicle's line of sight. Yet this left his own body vulnerable to what was about to happen next. The sport car rammed into Peter hard and sent his body over the the car's top just like a lifeless ragdoll. The vehicle then swirled to the right, crashing into the guardrail next to the curb while Peter's body dangerously smashed into the big socket box located on an electric pole. With a powerful burst of electricity, the unconscious teenager once again was slammed back to the road.

"BILLY!" a middle aged man, who was missing an arm and dressed in a lab coat, dashed towards the shaken child as he shouted loudly. He hugged the child who was terrified at the sight of bleeding Peter, the teenager who saved him.

"D-Dad, t-that guy... H-he saved me!" Billy stuttered.

Curt Connors quickly let go of his son and moved towards the burnt up teenager. What he saw horrified him. The boy was very young and promising. It shouldn't have happened to him. And part of it, if not most, was Curt's fault. He was Dr. Curt Connors, a famous biologist and genetics expert that had been working on a specific formula for a very long time. A formula which could give him his missing hand back.

Sure, there were other options, such as prosthetics. Ever since the invention of mechanical armors by Tony Stark, prosthetics industry was revolutionized and artificial limbs were currently even better than the original ones. However, Curt wasn't satisfied. He wanted to be whole "naturally". That was the reason why he had been working on a certain serum which had some of his roots in Project Rebirth which made Captain America a reality.

That's why he had been studying lizards, and after spending a long time on research he had finally created a serum which allowed a human's DNA to get mixed with a lizard's. Lizards had the natural ability to regenerate their tails. By implementing that DNA in humans, they would be able to get the regeneration abilities as well, allowing them to naturally regrow their own limbs.

Yet due to spend most of his time on this invention, Curt often ignored his family. Today was no different. He was supposed to be picking up his son, Billy, from Art classes, but he totally forgot it in the excitement of finally finishing the formula. If he had been on time, his son wouldn't be in danger and there wouldn't be any need for someone to sacrifice their life for that. It was his fault that this innocent teenager was on the brink of death now.

"Dad..., is he going to die?" Billy tugged on to Curt's sleeve, speaking in an innocent voice which was also filled with concern and fear. Curt closed his eyes and checked Peter's heartbeat. He also looked at the amount of burns he had and guessed the amount of blood he lost. There was no hospital in this world which could save this kid. Hell, Curt doubted the kid would survive even until the ambulance arrived. And they usually took a few minutes. He then noticed the half burned photo which was lying on the ground. It belonged to the said teenager while he was wearing a gold medal which was awarded to him in Stark Expo for young students. There also was a couple who were slightly older than Curt standing behind the teenager with pride and love in their eyes. He couldn't even imagine how would they feel after losing their child. He felt it for one moment and knew it was the worst thing which could happen to any parent.

Realising something, he took out a syringe filled with green liquid out of his pocket. It was the completed formula but he hadn't experimented it on anyone yet. At first, he was planning to start with animals tomorrow then eventually moving towards humans. Curt wanted the formula to be perfect when he would be taking it. He didn't want to take any chances.

"Please... someone... help me... it hurts..., "Peter groaned with all of the consciousness he had left.

With his spine broken, he was unable to move anymore. The pain was too much for him to endure. He couldn't feel any of his limbs and it felt like he was losing his ability to breath by the secconds. Curt then clenched his fists. He didn't know whether the formula was safe for humans or not, but it was the only thing which might be able to save his son's savior. He didn't want his death on his shoulders. It was a terrible burden to carry. He needed to do something about this and he needed to do it now. Without wasting any further moment Curt removed the plunger and injected the serum inside Peter's body.

An entity which appeared to be a crocodile-headed man was walking inside a dark vortex. He was wearing a plumed headdress with a horned sun disk which was also known as the atef crown. In his hands, he was carrying a sceptre and an ankh, the sign of life. He then entered a place which appeared more otherwordly and demented than the dark vortex he came from. Blue vortex was covering what appeared to be black sky. Occasionally the vortex turned into tornadoes that split like roots. The entire place seemed to be made up of walkways which were entirely created of web, just like an actual spider-web. There were also some larger land masses and arcs that dotted the place which changed places at every passing moment. The crocodile-headed man floated in the sky, not bothering to pay attention to anything.

A huge spider which appeared to have thousands of legs bursted out of no where and then jumped to the front of the mysterious man. The gigantic spider was red, blue and yellow in colour. He was also glowing with some sort of mysterious divine aura, though so was the crocodile-headed man. After staring at each other for a while, the spider decided to speak out first.

"What is the meaning of this trickery, Sobek?" the spider snarled angrily. "Why are you messing with my business?"

"Lower your voice, Anansi, You may be the Spider God but you are talking with creator of Nile and protector of rebirth and fertility! Don't overstep your boundaries. And what's the point of taking this form against me? Do you really think you are the only one who can turn into giant animals?" Sobek smashed his scepter on the ground, sending a powerful shockwave throughout the area. It caused a bunch of the "web ways" to fall into the endless void. Anansi narrowed down his eyes and continued.

"The boy was supposed to serve a purpose in the journey of one of my totems. You have no idea what you have just done!"

"Anansi, I am tired of reptiles being seen as the avatars of misery and destruction in the multiverse. It hurts me more than anything in the world. As the progenitor of reptiles, it's my duty to fix this. And I will fix the bad reputation the reptile warriors have earned by choosing a worthy champion. Besides, why are you so worked up? You were going to get him killed anyway," Sobek spoke in a very bored tone

"It's still a mercy compared to what you plan to put him through!" Anansi, the Spider God, spoke through gritted mandibles. The creator of Nile then smirked at his godly colleague. He continued in a mysterious tone.

"How I handle my chosen one, It's none of your concern, Anansi. How you handle yours, it's none of mine. So let's just keep it that way," the crocodile-headed god concluded with a toothy grin. Both godly entities then stared at each other for a while before vanishing in the endless sky, as if they were never there before.

Now, The Lizard serum is going to work. And it's going to work in a positive way. Like Peter getting powers but keeping his sanity, human side sort of positive way. However it won't be all sunshine and rainbows. There will be certain issues but Peter will never turn into a man hating reptile with anger issues. I am not too familiar with Earth 65 and there are somethings I don't get about it. But I leave it up to you on what I should do next. Now I am thinking about names for Peter, Whatever you think is better suited please tell me in PM or REviews

The Charismatic Komodo

The Devastating Drake

And last but not the least, A huge thanks to Shini Kurogane for editing the chapter. Buddy, You are really awesome