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Author's notes: First I'd like let everyone know that I've decided to extend the number of chapters from three. Although I do not believe it will be 20 chapters long. Extending them will help the story.

Second: The next thing I'd like to say is something. I've thought about the past couple of days. Wether or not to include the tragedies of the World Trade Center, Pentagon and what happened in Western Pennsylvania. After much thought I've decided not to include this things into this story arc.

Why? Because this story was started before the attacks. And personally if I just added it to the story for no reason, it would cheapen the memory of the victims because it would just be a plot point and nothing more. However this doesn't mean I'll ignore what has happened. From now on I will not refer to the World Trade Center nor will Peter Parker or any other character in this story will mention them. I hope I'm doing something for the victims. But just to mention the tragedy doesn't seem to be enough. So thank you and enjoy the chapter.







Summary: On the way home from work Peter Parker stumbles onto a horrifying discovery.



Set in the Ultimate Spider-Man Universe

Now its two days after the last chapter



Discovery



It was mid-town Manhattan and the sun began to set on the city. For Peter Parker this was a reflection on how the day was ending. After spending time at school and at his job. He was pretty wiped out.

"Can't wait to go home." Peter said to himself as he walked to the subway station. Even though Peter could web-sling from building to building, go under the bridge didn't seem to be a good idea. Perhaps he would try that in the coming the days.

Things had been going pretty good for him lately. He and Mary Jane had been going on steady. The job at the Daily Bugle was going well. But just as he thought about everything going for him. He thought about Dr. Conners and on how hadn't heard from him in the last couple of days. When he got home, it probably was a good idea to call his lab at ESU and see what happened.

Peter went down the steps into the subway station and when he reached the turnstiles. He fumbled around his pockets for his fare card. When he found it, one swipe of the card allowed him to access the New York Subway system.

Like many commuters, Peter wasn't the only one to have a backpack with him. Except the bag he was carrying didn't contain papers or stolen office supplies. It had something more personal to him. Inside that bag was his Spider-man costume, web-shooters and all. Ready for anything, except he was going to need a more private place to change. A phone booth wasn't going to help.

Peter stood on the platform waiting for right train that would whisk him to Queens. While he was waiting he heard the sound of a train coming into the station.

He took a couple of steps back, wanting to make sure that some nutcase wouldn't push him onto the tracks. Although the fact he had spider-sense pretty much protected him from that. It didn't hurt to be safe.

As the train approached, Peter looked to see that it was the train he wanted. So when the train did come to the tracks, he waited for the doors to open and allow some of the people to leave.

Once they did, he got inside the train and after a couple of moments the doors closed and the train began to move forward. The car Peter entered into wasn't terribly crowded, so it wasn't difficult to find a seat.

As the train made its respective stops, Peter just sat and waited for his stop. When it reached the last stop before it entered the borough of Queens. A couple came into car. One of those people was none other than Dr. Curt Conners.

Peter was surprised that the fact he was thinking about what had happened to Conners. Then to meet him in the subway. It was as if luck had a good hand for Peter Parker.

Conners was standing and holding onto the vertical handrail. Peter noticed that Conners' left arm was more exposed than the last time he had seen it. This made him curious that it didn't look like a prosthesis at all.

Peter got up and walked up to Conners trying not to fall in the shifting subway car.

"Hello, Dr.Conners"

Conners didn't turn his face at first, but then turned to look at Peter.

"Hello, Peter"

"How are things go with the research?"

"Things are going well. How about yourself?"

"Fine"

"Okay"

"You going home?"

"Yeah, but I got to make stop in Long Island City. Need to pick up some things at the store."

"Oh" Peter glanced at Conners' left arm again, hopefully it was quick enough for Conners not to notice. Something wasn't right about what was going on here. The question that stuck in Peter's head was. *How did you get your arm back?*. But he wasn't going to ask him, especially in a subway car with people in it. Although it was a good question to ask.

"You know Peter, if you're available on Saturday, you could help me out at the lab."

"That's very nice of you. Thanks"

"Oh not at all. I'm glad that some people your age are showing such an interest in science."

He smiled, this wasn't the best time to ask about his arm right now. "Thank you, Dr. Conners."

"Hey, you can call me Curt. Unless your in my class, then its professor."

Peter gave a slight chuckle.

The train was now reaching Conners stop.

"Well Peter, I got to go now. So I'll speak to you later this week."

"All right, nice talking with you, Curt."

"You too, Peter."

When the train stopped and the doors opened. Conners walked off the train and onto the platform. From what Peter could see it was as if nothing was wrong with what he was saying. Unfortunately, what was wrong was that Conners had a new arm. That was something Peter had to find out. But he would do that another day. For now he was tired and nothing looked better than just sitting in front of the tv.



At his home Peter was watching tv, with his homework done and dinner eaten. He had the whole night to himself. However watching tv seemed to be not as great as it was. Most of what's on was reruns. And didn't feel like watching the news. So he sat there on the couch trying to figure out what to do. When the idea came into his head. Why not do some web-slinging tonight? It wasn't too late and he could use the practice.

Peter than rose from the couch and walked over to where his Aunt May was. Which was the study, where she was typing on the computer.

"Aunt May, I'm going over to a friend's house for a little bit."

May turned away from the computer screen and looked at Peter. "Would this be a female friend's house?"

Ever since she had walked in on him and Mary Jane. Although the both of them were studying. May was somewhat cautious when she had Peter decide to go out all of a sudden.

"No I'm going to go over to arcade. I'll be back before 9:30."

May looked at her watch. The time read 8:00

"Okay, just better be back in time."

"I will."

"Just call me when you get there okay?"

"Sure"

"You have a nice time them."

"I will"

Peter then went upstairs and went into his room. He gathered his costume and other items into the backpack. When he got everything he went back downstairs.

"I'll be back before 9:30."

"You better be."

"Bye Aunt May"

"Bye"

Peter then walked out of the front door and went out into the neighborhood. He walked for a few blocks when he reached an abandoned warehouse. He first found this place when he first had gotten his powers. Before his Uncle Ben had been killed, also.

He went around back making sure no one was around. Then he put on his costume. As always he looked at the mask for a moment before fitting around his face. With the costume on, Peter felt different and it wasn't just his voice either.

Once the costume was on, Peter put the backpack on his shoulders and then climbed to the top of the warehouse. From there he could see several buildings that he could swing to. He looked towards the direction of one that would lead him to the Brooklyn Bridge. If he was going to web-sling through a bridge. This was the one to do it at.

Peter fired a web-line and heard it stick to another building. Before jumping off, he took a deep breath and then swung to the next building. Despite the web-lines he was leaving around the city. The webbing would only last for an hour before dissolving into a fine powder.

Swinging from building to building, he found the feeling of moving through the air so gracefully relaxing. This was becoming second nature, maybe one day he'll go to and from Manhattan like this.

As he swung from rooftop to rooftop, Peter was now in Long Island City. Which was one of the older sections of the borough and as one got close to Manhattan. The area would become more dense and packed with towers and skyscrapers.

Just as he was making his way to the bridge. There was a loud scream.

Peter turned towards the direction of the scream. And heard another scream and then there an another sound. It was deeper and sounded animal-like.

He swung over several buildings and landed onto another roof. He looked down to see a couple cowering in fear. There was one body on the ground and the woman screaming was trapped by a dead end wall.

At this point he just thought of himself as Spider-man or Spidey. Peter Parker took a back seat to heroics.

He dropped to the ground behind the hulking figure that was standing over the woman and man. All Spidey could see was just a large back side. It was dark and that was all he could see.

Sipdey dropped to the ground and tried to kick the person's legs out. But when he tried it felt like he was hitting his legs against a tree trunk: Thick and solid.

"Look buddy, if you're trying to get your mugger's union card. You can forget about it."

An inhuman sound emanated for the creature. Spidey realized that this wasn't a person, something that was much more than human.

It turned swiftly and slammed Spidey in the side. Knocking him backwards. He landed on the backdoor step on the building on the left. When he came to the ground it trigger a motion-detection light, illuminating the alley.

Spidey could see what the creature was and he was in a fight for his life.

Now he could see the face of what he tried to fight. It was something that reminded him of what happened with Norman Osborne. A face disfigured ant distorted. But the face Spidey saw was that of a lizard. And if he didn't do something fast, the police wouldn't find much.



To Be Continued