Disclaimer: I do not own any of the comics/books/manga's/shows/movies/etc. that I write about; otherwise I would be a millionaire NOT writing on fanfiction publishing my own ideas. Also a shout out to my friend Mellra for allowing me to help make this story and for this disclaimer. This ones for you man.

We all know the origins of Spider-Man, but what if an accident led Peter Parker on a different path, one a bit more…scaly? Well than say hello to Your Friendly Neighborhood Lizard-Man! Taking place in the Ultimate Universe, what if Peter's Fate was changed?

Chapter 1: A Change of Fate

An eight year old boy with brown hair and eyes named Peter Parker sat happily in the back seat of his aunt and uncles car as they drove home from his first ever trip to the New York's Hall of Science Museum. Science had always fascinated the boy, most likely from watching his parents work since before he could remember. Sadly, little to Peter's knowledge, things were not as chipper as they seemed with his parents house. The young boy's family was actually having domestic issues, with his father suffering from extreme anxiety. The boy was told this museum trip with his aunt and uncle was for fun when really it was to get him away from the house so his mother could calm his father down. Things seemed okay though, since they where heading home just after receiving a phone call from his mother receiving the all clear. Peters life, therefore, seemed pretty positive of a life, even with the issues which he knew nothing about, and he had such high hopes that he could someday be in his parent's footsteps as a great scientists. His aunt, May Parker, turned to look at the young boy who was fiddling around with a model dinosaur he received from the museum's gift shop and laughed at the young boy's antics, which was joined by her husband, Ben Parker. Just as they pulled through a four-way intersection towards Peter's Parents House…..

Screech!

Crash!

A fifteen year old Peter Parker awoke with a start. "That dream again," he muttered as he reached for his glasses on the nightstand with his right arm. The teen got up with a groan as he popped his back into place and went to get ready for the day. The young man paused in front of the mirror on his dresser as he pulled on the artificial limb that replaced his left arm. Peter sighed. He knew that the dream he had was more than a simple dream, it was a memory from when his father's out of control car sped through a red light, plowing into his Aunt and Uncle's. The majority of the collision happened in the back , where fortunately the side of the car dampened most of the blow, but it had the bad luck of forcing him into the other side of the car, damaging his arm beyond repair from the impact. He had to get the limb amputated after nearly a week of hospitalization when it became clear that his arm wouldn't be able to heal the shattered bones from the elbow down, not to mention deal with the murder of his mother done by his own father, and his father causing the crash. Peter had spent the better part of that year through rehab and therapy getting used to his new arm and life style, which he had for the past seven years, with a smile on his face and a chip on his shoulder; Or should I say where his left are used to be.

After setting the last strap on the artificial limb, Peter put on his clothes in a painstakingly slow effort with only one fully functional appendage, and went into the bathroom to do his business. Afterwards, the youth headed downstairs for breakfast. He was greeted with the sight of his aunt and uncle already up and in the kitchen. He saw Uncle Ben quickly hide something that looked suspiciously like a bill, under the morning newspaper and the elderly Parker said, "Morning Peter! Sleep well?" "Morning Uncle Ben, Aunt May. I slept okay I guess keep having this dream though. Oh well." Peter said with a slightly strained smile as he sat himself down at the table. Aunt May set a bowl of cereal in front of the amputee and said, "Well that's nice dear, now eat up before your late for school!"

As Peter started to eat Ben asked, "So sport, any plans for the day?" to which Peter replied, "Well, after school I was thinking of hanging out with some of my friends for a little bit before heading over to the lab."

May chuckled at that and said, "Our little Peter the scientist! Oh how fast you've grown up. Before you know it you'll be going to college and getting some important job in solving world hunger or some other saving the world business! Already you have that internship with that doctor…oh what's his name again?"

"Conners, Aunt May, his name is Doctor Curt Conners. While I don't know about the whole 'saving the world' thing, I'll try to make you both proud," Peter said with a warm smile.

"You already do dear" She said but suddenly a grunt came from his Uncle Ben. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Peter looked Perplexed. "What do you mean?" He said. Uncle Ben looked at Peter with slight disappointment. "It's your Father's Birthday." He said. Peter then was shocked and remembered it was. He then tried to walk away when his uncle stepped in front of him. "Now look son, I go every year and he always asks for you, and I know there's bad blood between you two but.." Peter snapped. "Bad blood?! Is that all it is to you? Uncle Ben, if it wasn't for that lunatic.."

"That Lunatic is your Father."

"I wouldn't care if he was the queen of Russia! The man cost me my arm, he cost me my mother and he cost me your wellbeing!"

"Our what?" Said Uncle Ben Sternly. "You think we're unhappy with you under our roof?"

Peter got a bit sheepish "No it's not that it's…. I always see the bills, no matter where you hide them" Peter points at the Newspaper Ben hid the bill under. "And I know that it's ,my fault cause I'm..." Suddenly Peter teared up a bit as he looked at his artificial limb and then Uncle Ben took him in his arms. Aunt May also came over to comfort the tragedy stricken boy. "Oh Peter." said Uncle Ben. "You're not a problem boy, you're a blessing. One we love dearly."

"If I only had my other arm so I wasn't useless.."

"You're not useless. You don't need your left arm to be great, and you shouldn't blame a sick man for causing the injury. You know that's what your Father is."

Peter shrugged a small shrug. "Yeah I know but visiting him…"

"Look I do it every year and like I said he always asks for you. I feel you should at least give him a chance."

Peter wiped his face and picked up his backpack shaking his head. "I don't like it but fine. Can we do it after my session with Conners though? We're kinda in the middle of a break through."

"Fine but no later. The place closes at 8"

"Thanks Uncle Ben!" and right on that, Peter's buss pulled up, Aunt May gave him a kiss, and the boy was off in a flash. Though he still didn't like the idea of visiting his Father, Peter was now anxious to go, cause if he and Conners actually have what they need figured out, he might be able to reverse the crash's "accidental" mistake.