Chapter 9

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Peter and Black Cat sat next to each other wordlessly after the game of spin the bottle ended. It honestly didn't take that long for the game to end cause as it turned out they were all awkward sixteen-year-old teenagers. When put in a closet with someone else it was just painfully cringing small talk causing the game to only last four rounds before people got either bored of waiting for their turn. Despite nothing happening between Black Cat and Peter, it didn't stop Flash death staring Peter and MJ death staring Black Cat which she seemed to relish. It sucked how much his misery made her happy. Now that spin the bottle proved to become a total bust. Liz had opted for a different game idea. Since being awkward teenagers was the issue, the solution for a fun party was apparent.

"I got my mum's vodka!" Liz declared happily carrying the clear water-like liquid like a baby in her hand. Peter cringed at the sight of vodka. It was a mixer drink. The only people who drink vodka straight are people who purely want to get drunk with no care at all about nice alcohol. Then again Peter remembered where he was so he wasn't exactly surprised, he only wished he had some Fanta or some sort of soft drink. "We can play drinking games or challenges."

"Why not play truth or dare? If you want to skip a truth or dare, then you take a shot." It seemed like fun to Peter except for one issue, his life was basically a lie. The only people that knew the truth were Harry and to a lesser extent Black Cat. Although Peter realised the game wasn't that big of a deal, the only questions that were being thrown around was just 'who do you have a crush on?' 'Most embarrassing memory' or the classic 'rank the hottest kids in class.' Either way Peter didn't really have to lie because it was all questions about school gossip and Peter honestly knew nothing about the school he went to. It certainly helped that most of Liz's friends weren't too interested in asking Peter's embarrassing questions when they could embarrass their own friends. He did occasionally lie which he would have felt bad about if he had cared about these people opinions, but as it turned out the truth wasn't a big deal for people.

"What's your real name?"

"Annie."

"Are you a stalker?"

"Of course not!"

"Do you like dressing as a maid?"

"No! Who even asks that?"

Clearly, Black Cat wasn't bothered with keeping the integrity of truth or dare sacred with all her lies. It seemed every word that left her mouth was a lie and it infuriated Peter to no end and he had it on good suspicion she knew that from her little smirks she sent him. Whatever he hadn't taken a shot and all he was really doing was killing time so Harry could hang out with cooler kids. Harry did seem to be having fun, being the punching bag of the grade, he laughed along with the jokes that were made at his expense but the drunker the more the kids drank the more pleasant they found Harry. The night beside the annoying girl next to him seemed to be going relatively well. As expected, though all good things must come to an end.

"Truth or dare Peter?" MJ asked, she slightly slurred her words. The girl had refused to answer any questions about ranking guys or who she found attractive causing the other to somewhat focus her on those topics causing the girl to have taken a few shots.

"Truth." Peter's plan was perfect, answer truth on everything and lie about anything he felt uncomfortable about.

"Well, that's not really fair you've only done truths so far. You've got to do dare." Black Cat spoke up. Of course, she would be the bane of existence. Peter was going to argue but his voice was drowned out by a series of slurred and drunken agreements backing up Black Cat. Cause of course they agreed with the hot girl rather than the social outcast.

"Fine." Peter had grumbled shooting daggers with his eyes towards Cat. Now MJ had an opportunity that not many people had. Forcing Peter to do something he'd rather not do. She had to be careful, if she came on too strong, he would just take a shot. This was a matter of balance between desire and modesty. Of course, she couldn't help herself, she knew what she wanted to do the second that first gulp of vodka had burnt her throat. She wanted her friends to like Peter and what better way to make her friends like a person if they knew he was hot. It was quite simple but simple was good.

"I dare you to take off your shirt." Peter didn't even hesitate before picking up the vodka. Like hell he was going to do that, why were teenagers so perverted. Before Peter could knock back the shot Black Cat grabbed his hand.

"What do you want?" He raised a brow to the white-haired girl.

"I think you're being a little quick there to drink."

"I think you're a pain in my ass." Peter retorted taking her hand away from his wrist. The last thing people needed was to know that he was muscular. Not because he was shy or because he cared what they thought but because it would be a hassle. People would ask how, and why he never showed it before and if he didn't give an answer to their liking then they would just ask again and again. In reality, Peter would only lose about three minutes of his life with questions and while a surprise no one would really care too much about Peter being well built. It just didn't affect them too much, at worse a bit of jealousy. However, those three minutes were precious to Peter.

"Come on Peter, no one will judge you." Liz had chosen to speak up, she was clearly lying everyone judged everything. He didn't care what came out of their mouth though there was nothing they could say that could change his mind.

"Peter, come on. It should be fun right?" Harry was the next to speak up. God damn it, Harry. He didn't care about those idiots but him too. Seriously. Harry was giving him begging eyes. In Harry's mind, he thought that If Peter showed that he had a good body then people would like him more and by process of association, people would like him too. Was it selfish of Harry to want Peter to show off for his sake? A little, but Peter didn't blame him. People had friends to make their life easier and to make themselves popular. It wasn't cruel or mean it was just a fact that people liked to be liked. People sought friendship to establish themselves in a social hierarchy and while Peter cared little for it, he knew Harry did.

"Fine." Peter hissed under his breath putting down the shot glass the quicker this was over with the better. I mean what was the worst that could happen? Peter put his hands under the rim of his shirt removing it as fast as possible. Everyone who didn't know Peter was expecting a scrawny nerd and a few had a few light-hearted jokes at Peter's expense all ready, but their little snide comments died in their throat.

"Woah." One cheerleader who was a close friend of Liz's said. She wasn't the only one who thought the same. Peter was filled with sudden regret as his ears turned bright red. He may not care about the opinions of his peers but that was before everyone was staring at him. Maybe he had overestimated his indifference. Even Flash of all people couldn't help but agree Peter was built like an Olympic athlete, after all the boys him his grade had only started for their muscles to start to build up. Some of them worked out but they didn't have a body like Peter's to show for it.

Having enough of the attention Peter put back his shirt as fast as he took it off his face redder than it was before. It didn't help that Peter's enhanced hearing allowed him to hear the whispers that people were saying even though they whispered so loudly Peter didn't even need his powers to hear. The whispers from the guys generally were, 'where does Peter work out?' 'Should we get him on our team?' And Peter's personal favourite, 'maybe I should do steroids?' The guys looked at Peter's body with envy and curiosity, the girls, however, they were also curious in a different way. If his ears weren't red before then they were definitely now after what the girls had said. Peter tried to block out their whispers, but he could make out the words 'Hubba Hubba, 'you could grind meat on those,' and worst of all 'I wouldn't mind getting stuck in the washing machine for that'. After that Peter needed to fill his ears with bleach. He was too much of a virgin for this. Peter growled at MJ who seemed pleasantly happy with herself.

"Happy now?" Peter grumbled covering his chest with his arms, even though he had his shirt back on he still felt half-naked.

"Very." Black Cat purred next to his ear sending shivers up his spine. Why was she so cruel, she had to know Peter was suffering right now? His head was hurting just from the thought of it. Actually, his head wasn't hurting but it rang so hard he couldn't think. It felt as if his spider-sense was going to warn him of something big. No, it wasn't like his spider-sense was going off. They were. Before Peter could get a word out the house shook.

"What the fuck are they doing there!" Liz yelled unsurprisingly, not many people were fans of their house shaking for unknown reasons. Peter looked towards Cat sending her an accusing look, but she merely shrugged not knowing what was going on. If this was Tombstone's fault Peter was going to send her through a wall.

The group got up to go check what was causing the shaking, Harry and MJ immediately hopping to Peter's side. MJ was so tipsy that she was even holding onto Peter's arm for support. Going downstairs Liz led the group a little furious. That anger died quickly when the group saw what caused all the shaking and noise. An alligator? Whatever it was it was large and reptilian. The monster stood on its hind legs only wearing a tattered lab coat and had claws that had torn up Liz's living room to shreds. The large amounts of teenagers had run to the door which was now replaced by a sizeable hole most likely left there by Dr Alligator. Thankfully the cold-blooded monster didn't seem to be focussed on the slightly drunk teenagers stumbling through the hole at the front of the house, instead, the creature was too busy ripping doors off its hinges to bother with the kids.

"What is that thing? It looks like an alligator had a child with The Hulk." Flash spoke, the group had tried to remain hidden at the top of the stairs.

"Should we do something?" A cheerleader asked.

"What die?" One of the jocks retorted as if it was common-sense which it probably was.

"It doesn't seem to be attacking people, it's got a real thing against door though."

"It's ruining my house!" Liz whined although she made no effort to stop the reptilian door hating creature. No one really blamed her for it. "What's it doing here?"

"It's tearing up your carpet for one thing," Peter spoke up much, Liz didn't find it as funny as he did.

"Why is it here!"

"Not to appreciate you're carpet I'll tell you that much."

"Peter! Can you stop for one minute? I'm busy watching my family photos and childhood home getting clawed in half." In hindsight maybe their group shouldn't have been so loud but in their defence, they were half-deaf from all the loud music, so their volume control wasn't exactly working to its fullest extent. Peter wasn't exactly well versed in reptilian biology or whatever that thing was but apparently, it was able to find the group of teenagers at the top of the stairs.

The monster's eyes narrowed like a snake and his tongue clicked in the air. "Peter? Peter Fisk." That voice sent shivers through Peter's body; it was so gross, like the mixture between a hiss and a gurgle as if a human and lizard vocal cords were forcefully pushed together to result in whatever that thing was. Especially the way it said Peter's name. Ew.

"A friend of yours Peter?" Flash asked equally creeped out as Peter.

"Last time I check I was friends with an assassin with large claws, a bunch of old men, an Asian guy with a weird case of split personality disorder, the son of a CEO and a living sandcastle."

"A-are you mentally, okay?"

"No, he forgot a grown pervert and a super sexy teenage girl." Black Cat interrupted.

As it turns out the monster wasn't one for chatter and just merely walking shook the house, he must have weighed enough that if he sat on a person their entire ribcage would shatter. MJ wanted to vomit when she saw his reptilian tongue taste the air, the alcohol definitely didn't help. "Ah, there you are Harry." The bipedal alligator hissed seeing Harry standing at the top of the stairs. "Do me a favour and tell me where your father is."

Harry's eyes were wide, and his mind was probably racing at a million miles per hour as one might expect after a weird-looking lizard thing gives you predator eyes. He completely froze up; Harry couldn't even hear the words of the monster before him all he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears pounding like a jackhammer. Peter couldn't help this was inevitable, despite the world of heroes becoming more popular in recent years it was always a shock to regular people to witness just how ridiculous powers were. He'd seen the grunts of his gangs die over and over again because they weren't prepared for a person to randomly shoot lasers from their hands.

"Look Mini Godzilla we don' know where Norman is. I spend more time with his dad than he does, I think we both know that Dr Osborn isn't exactly in New York's top ten fathers of the year. So why don't you crawl down the toilet you came up from and back off." Peter yelled back at the thing at the bottom of the stairs. It seemed he was the only one who could do something besides Black Cat who was at the back of the group ready to jump out the window.

"Poor Peter." Yeah, it really was unsettling hearing his name came from that things throat. "I need Norman, look at what's done to me! I can't think, I see colours I couldn't see before, I hear differently, I can smell with my tongue. I am in sensory overload! My brain works differently, do you understand? When I get hungry, I eat raw meat, when I am in the dark too long, I become tired. Just give me Harry. Norman is an awful father but even he will come out for his son." He was insane. Peter didn't know who this was but the lab coat and the hate for Norman most likely meant it was someone who worked at Oscorp or maybe Octavius. Whoever it was it didn't matter, whatever it was they lost every shred of sanity they had left when their human brain was smashed together with lizards.

The Lizard charged upstairs his tail swishing side to side destroying the railing. Peter was the first to move to push the people beside him to the floor knocking the other drunk kids to the floor out of the way of the Lizards rampaging path. The only one who remained on their feet was Cat who seemingly disappeared when Peter wasn't paying attention. Why wasn't he surprised the second things got rough she would disappear. Peter would have loved to complain about it, but he was a bit busy getting his throat being grabbed by the monster lizard. The reptilian monster carried Peter down the hallway before slamming him against the wall choking the life out of Peter. Him dying from suffocation was becoming too regular of a thing, he hoped this wasn't going to develop into a kink.

"Peter, stop getting in my way." The monster growled dropping Peter on the floor. It took a few seconds for Peter to catch his breath, that thing was really strong, so strong that the wall he slammed Peter into had spider-web cracks from the sheer force. Had Peter been a normal person he would have broken bones, and maybe a broken neck. Thankfully everyone had taken Peter's agony as an excuse to run. The group of teenagers had stormed down the stairs tripping over each other trying to be the first to get away from the monster. It wasn't exactly the most effective method, but it seemed to get them away from the monster which Peter supposed was the goal. Everyone except for two.

"Put em up asshole." In typical Flash fashion, the boy stood up hands raised in a boxer position. What was that idiot doing? No offence to Flash but Peter didn't think he could box a giant lizard and walk away with all his limbs. Behind Flash stood Harry in a similar boxing stance but his arms were weakly raised and he was visibly sweating waterfalls.

"Don't worry Peter we're here to help you," Harry said meekly behind Flash as if he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. To be honest, Peter didn't really need much help, besides getting manhandled and slammed into the wall he was fine and it wasn't like the thing was trying to kill him.

"Harrrrrrrrrry." The monster whispered with a sickening desire. The Lizard left Peter who was still coughing trying to regain his breath alone to his own sputtering to rather hunt new more exciting prey. Shit, Peter couldn't let Harry die trying to protect him and he begrudgingly couldn't let Flash die because he is a moron. He'd never hear the end of it at school it would be all 'Oh Flash is such a hero.' The thought made Peter feel fear deep within his core.

Peter struggled to stand up by himself still not fully catching his breath, but a set of hands helped him up. The pair of hands belonged to a beaut- annoying girl with white hair and emerald eyes. "You owe me a suit for getting you out of here while tweedled dumb and tweedled dumber are busy drowning in their own blood."

"We can't just leave them."

"I mean yeah the corridor is kind of blocked off by a large lizard but I'm sure a window is good enough. You can tuck and roll right?"

"No, you idiot I'm not going to let my friend die… and Flash I guess, If I have time."

"Oh, come on you don't really care about them. You're a crime prince, your friends are nothing more than potential targets and if you show that you care about them the more danger you put them in. Let's fuck off and you can quit this 'oh I'm such a good boy' act." Peter smacked her hands off him trying to stand up by himself allowing himself to catch his breath.

"That's the difference between the Tombstone gang and Kingpin's. We respect loyalty and Harry has been there for me since day one." He looked Cat dead in the eyes who glared back neither wanting to back down in fear of looking inferior.

"You're going to die like this."

"I'd rather not live any other way." Black Cat stared at Peter silently. Peter's head was still a bit fuzzy, but he took her silence as bad. It was unnerving, he was used to her being the loud screamer or a quick-witted teaser.

"Tombstone is going to do something to you, he's going to break you. He wants to see Kingpin at his knees by going through you and… I'd rather you not dead. Please just be careful."

"You're not going to help?"

"Sorry, Peter but I don't want to die either." Peter let out a sigh upon hearing her words. He only just his eyes for a few seconds but Black Cat was gone when he opened them back up. He didn't know why he was so disappointed by her lack of presence; she had only come here so that she only came here to annoy him into making the suit so it was only natural that she would leave.

Peter looked over to Flash who was currently dangling from the monster's grip, the Lizard's claws cutting into his leg causing blood to run down it. Harry wasn't fairing much better trying his hardest to little success at trying to break free of the Lizard's tail. Peter always thought he was going to die to something gang-related, maybe get caught in a shoot-out or die to assassin sandcastles, so getting killed by an overgrown lizard was going to be embarrassing.

Regardless of Peter's personal opinion on embarrassing deaths, he pushed aside the thoughts that not even his super durability could probably save him from the Lizard's sharp and strong jaw to rather focus on how he could save the two idiots. Peter hit the floor hard with his feet running as fast as possible, he could have been stealthy, but he didn't know how good the hearing was on the thing, so the next best possible option was to out speed the monster. The lizard turned on a dime claw ready to tear a good portion of Peter's chest out. But the Lizard was a scientist who had never been in a real fight before suddenly given insane strength. Peter, however, was a super-criminal for two years with the power of precognition. Suffice to say the Lizard's claw flew harmlessly over Peter's head.

Now the Lizard was many things. One thing he wasn't was a fighter, he was a scientist by heart. So when Peter delivered a fury of blows upon the Lizard he was helpless. First felt his knees buckle when Peter delivered a vicious kick putting the massive monster on his knees. Peter aimed to save Flash first not out of any sense of remorse for the moron but rather because this monster had more muscles in his tail than in his arms if the mass of flesh wrapping around Harry was any indication. With the Lizard on his knees, Peter put all his super strength behind his own knee. Personally, he tried to keep his super strength in check, but he could make an exception here. After all dead reptilians don't tell any tales.

The monster's nose caved into his own skull. Of course, Dr Connors knew nothing about Peter's powers, this was his first real fight, so he just assumed Peter just had one hell of a knee much to Peter's benefit. Peter felt the Lizard's scaly skin collapse, it was unpleasant. It felt wrong to feel bone and flesh be sculpted by his own fist and knees, like eating raw meat. You know you can do it, but it feels wrong regardless.

The lizard's face erupted into a shower of blood forcing him to involuntarily let go of Flash and Harry who hit the floor with a solid thud. Flash looked dazed after being treated at the Lizard's baby rattle while Harry was trying to recover his breath after nearly getting his ribs shattered in the monster's tail death grip. Fortunately, the two had now been saved from the Lizard's grasp now going from a dangerous state to a now slightly less dangerous place being less than a metre from the monster that was one bad sneeze away from killing the two accidentally. Peter didn't know how this person got this way, but it was clear that they were new to the recent acquisition of power.

The monster howled in pain covering his deformed face which Peter used to quickly grab Harry and Flash, the former of which had been paralysed in fear and the latter having a leg that was currently bleeding. Harry was easily flung over his shoulder as Peter narrowly avoided a mass of scaley muscle being thrown around blindly. The next issue was Flash as Peter had an entire blind thrashing gigantic monster to deal with blocking his path with a very fragile nerd on his shoulder. It shouldn't be overly difficult Peter was able to avoid being shot after all. Admittedly his chances weren't the best as he was in a tiny hallway with the Lizard large and disgusting enough for a person to mistake it for one of H.P Lovecraft's cosmic horrors. As long as the Lizard was blind, he could very narrowly get by. Of course, things rarely worked out for Peter.

The monster had stopped throwing its weight around against the walls much to Liz's house's delight which was now covered in holes and cracks. Dr Connors took a few deep breaths, his face which was previously caved in by Peter no longer looked like a watermelon smashed in with a baseball bat. In fact, it looked like it was less than five minutes ago no longer having teeth that were loosely hanging off his lips. His face was fine which was strange as it wasn't that a few moments ago.

"Extreme regeneration." The Lizard tapped his face in surprise. "No wonder my hunger is unsatisfied, I just thought it was the energy required due to my mass, but for this level of regeneration I must be regenerating cells at a phenomenal rate." What a remarkable feat, just how much his regeneration could be tested? The scientist in Connors begged for testing, to push the limits, but to intentionally torture himself was an idea that he would rather avoid. What if everyone was like him though, he wouldn't be alone and despite what Norman did to him Connors got the arm he wanted back. No, the Lizar- Connors, wouldn't be sidetracked by the future. He was going to force that rat Norman out of where he has hidden, all he needed was some scrawny nerd bait. Preferably not Peter though as apparently the kid must have taken karate lessons as a child. The Lizard might make the boy a protege of sorts, he lacked the fingers to continue his life as a scientist, but the boy had protentional. Peter was basically his assistant, treated the kid as a son more than his actual son. Maybe he should take Peter and Harry?

"Hey, you two boys done just standing there monologuing? Not that I mind that this idiot is currently bleeding out, but this suit took like a week to make and in hindsight, maybe white wasn't the best colour to make a base of." A new person, she had the figure of a female wearing a hooded full-body white suit that had a few drops of blood on it from Flash who was on her shoulder.

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