Part Two

"Did you bring the package?" Fury asked behind his patch, sneering impatiently.

Both parties were meeting in a warehouse owned and run by the Russian Mafia and their various agents.

The deathly pale and faceless, mob soldier, Chameleon grinned at them slyly. "Of course we did. Do you think we would try and cheat you, Mr. Fury?" He slammed the containment unit onto the table and tapped it gently. "You brought the money, I assume." His heavy accent was unmistakably Russian.

Fury gestured to his aide who opened a suitcase and showed it to Chameleon, "All of it."

Each group was made of about five men, all heavily armed. Fury eyed the canister eagerly, "Its in there?"

"Yep and its all yours." Chameleon said waving his hand to the canister only to see it pulled away by some sort of filament. "What just happened?"

Spider-Man descended from the rafters via a web-line, leaving the unit behind, and landed a pile of box crates with all the grace and style of an Olympic athlete, "How was that for an entrance? Good? Anybody?"

Fury grimaced and pulled his pistol out from its holster, "Somebody shoot him!"

Peter sprinted across the room, avoiding the barrage of bullets as they zipped by his flesh. "That old thing again? You guys always just start things out with, 'shoot him', and is there some handbook I don't know about. Why not do something different, like tell me your motivation, your likes and dislikes? Anybody from Cleveland, No?"

He landed one foot on the wall and used it to push off and fly straight into the crowd of thugs and hoodlums. Peter slammed his fist against the jaw of one thug and landed his knee into the gut of another.

Each fell to the ground. They were lucky that Peter had held his punches back. At full force that simple hit would have shattered the criminal's skull.

Peter landed on the table. His spider-sense alerted him to a gunner that had him in their sights. Performing a back flip the bullets passed by and missed him by a few mere centimeters.

"What the hell is he doing here?" A member of S.H.I.E.L.D asked discharging their pistol wildly.

Fury clenched his teeth and backed away from the battle a step, "Somebody must have alerted that the meeting was going down." He snapped his fingers calling Jan to his side. "Get our insurance policy here on the double!"

"Yes sir!"

Peter weaved his way in and out of the crowd of attackers. "Missed me." He remarked knocking another thug out of the fight avoiding another bullet meant for him. "Miss." Peter burst out of the mob triumphantly, "So, what's up guys? You're still angry about that Inspector Gadget movie? So am I, but violence isn't the answer!"

"What the heck?" Peter said landing back on the ground. Before him he saw an elderly lady with a wide smile staring at him. "Who are you?" His spider-sense blared loudly warning him of danger from behind.

Peter contorted his body and narrowly avoided a shot from a gun. The bullet slammed into the elderly woman's chest. The woman yelped out in pain and revealed her true form. Chameleon stumbled back several steps and gazed at the wound, shocked. He collapsed to his knees and died within short order.

The front door was smashed open under an incredible amount of force and flew across the ground feebly. Peter landed on the side of the wall and gazed at the door puzzled at who this newcomer could be.

From the doorway entered the Lizard in all his gruesome glory. He gazed across the room and quickly focused his stare on Spider-Man. "Isssn't that cute."

"Doc Connors?" Peter rocked his head back. He had heard that the Lizard had been taken into custody but he looked far from detained at this moment. Realizing what a threat, Connors posed he leaped off the wall and tackled Lizard without delay. "Ah!"

The two tumbled across the ground, each attempting to gain dominance over the other. Lizard grabbed Peter's ankle with his tail and slammed him against the wall.

Peter let loose with a burst of webbing and covered Lizard's face in the sticky substance. "How's that for you?" He said landing back on his feet.

Lizard ripped off the webbing and threw it to the ground and grunted fiercely. The two faced off once again. Lizard landed a series of blows on Peter, who retaliated with a dazzling array of kicks.

His reliable spider-sense tingled once again near the back of his skin, warning him that Lizard's powerful tail was readying itself for another strike.

Peter contorted his body and avoided the tail as it swept by. Lizard wasted no time and launched his offense. Peter dodged and blocked every strike that the hideous juggernaut sent to him.

As Peter lashed out, the Lizard grabbed his hand and hissed slowly, "Hello, Mr. Parker."

"Oh no."

Lizard smashed straight into Spider-Man with his fist and sent the wall-crawler flying through the air. Allowing no moment of reprieve, he followed in pursuit.

Peter clenched his teeth and fired a web-line in mid-air. It landed on a beam, and he suddenly gained control of his flight. He came around and landed his fist against the jaw of an angry Lizard.

Each opponent landed ten feet from the other. Peter could see what dazed criminals left were already walking out of the doorway. All except for one, in the shadows stood a man with a patch over his eye.

That wasn't important, though, Spider-Man and the Lizard were already entangled with one another in unrelenting combat.

Blows were traded on each side. Peter's mask quickly became moist with his own blood, and the Lizard's blood-splattered snout looked no better.

Peter performed a vertical walk up the Lizard's body and followed up with a dropkick. The Lizard angrily stumbled back and shook his head for a moment.

"Ssspider-man." The reptile said slowly, "Or Parker, which ever one sssuitsss you." He clenched his fist slowly, "I have no wish to kill you, today."

Peter tilted his head, "Did I ever mention you were my favorite teacher?"

"Return what you have ssstolen and I will allow you to leave." Lizard demanded.

"Sorry, Doc, can't do." Peter replied.

The battle commenced again, but Lizard allowed his foe no chance to gain any sort of advantage. He lanced out at Spider-Man with his tail as if it were some sort of bat and used his arms to keep the arachnid from going too far out of his range.

Peter began to lose his footing. His head was aching from the beating that the Lizard was administrating and he was having difficulty even focusing on his target.

The Lizard grabbed Peter by the neck with his hand and slowly began to squeeze the air out of him. "Die."

Peter struggled against his reptilian grip. He felt the tail wrap around his legs limiting what mobility he once had.

"Die!" Demanded the Lizard savagely. Whatever had once been a man was now washed out by the primal furies raging in this beast.

"Screw." Peter grabbed Lizard's wrist. "You." He applied as much pressure as he could until he heard the bone snap, forcing the Lizard to let go of his prey to inspect the wound.

Lizard hissed slowly as he felt the broken bone. This was the second time that Spider-Man had inflicted such a wound. He intended to make sure there wouldn't be a third. He immediately swung his tail around and slammed it against Peter's gut.

"Ugh." He crashed against the wall and fell to his knees. Peter took a moment to collect his senses and stared back up just in time to see Lizard sock him with an uppercut to the jaw. "No, no, no!"

Peter flew headfirst into the rafters. The force of the blow and the speed with which he had been punched and the speed of his own flight sent him straight through the beams and framework.

During his wild flight, he smashed against the containment unit that he had hid in the rafters. His collision with it created a crack in the hard exterior; something emerged from the crack and attached itself to his back.

Peter came crashing back down on a pile of crates, while the containment unit landed clumsily on the table. He coughed some blood up and rolled the lower portion of his mask up for a moment to wipe his lips. It was then that he noticed the horrible truth of what was happening to him.

Meanwhile, the Lizard walked fearsomely across the warehouse, his eyes searching for Spider-Man.

"Connors!" Fury said emerging from the shadows, a look of urgency in his eyes, "Forget the vigilante and get the unit on the table." Fury could see that Lizard was contemplating whether or not he should follow the order. "Remember who it is you need to complete your work, Connors, now get the unit!"

The Lizard reluctantly walked over to the table and grabbed the unit in his hands, only for it to separate into two pieces and fall onto the ground.

"No!" Fury barked angrily, "You must have broken it!"

"It wasss damaged already!" Lizard retorted it.

Fury clenched his teeth, "Where could it be then?" Suddenly, Spider-Man emerged from the pile of shattered crates and landed a nice and solid blow that threw Lizard against the wall powerfully. Fury's eyes widened in shock, "He has the suit."

Standing above a battered Lizard, stood Spider-Man as none had ever seen him before. His entire exterior was a cold and detached black except for his white eyes and an elaborate spider symbol on his chest and back.

Lizard slowly rose to his feet and gazed at this new version of his old foe, "What happened to you?"

Without answering his question, Peter slammed his fist against the Lizard's torso with every bit of his might. The result was incredibly immediately. The Lizard flew through the air like a rag doll and crashed through the roof. Even that impact he did not slow down his ascent and the Lizard vanish from sight, flying through the air hopelessly.

Peter spun around and looked for the man with the eye patch only to see the door swing close. He clenched his teeth, "No you don't, your not getting away from me!" Firing a web-line through the hole that Lizard had made on the first man-powered rocket flight Peter went off in pursuit of Fury.