Part Three
Fury fled to the car that was waiting out front. Once he entered, Jan immediately looked him over in search of injury to her leader. "What happened to the suit?" She asked after finding her search satisfactory.
"Spider-Man has it." Fury said grimly, "Drive." He told the agent seated behind the wheel of the car. "We lost Lizard in the scuffle, activate his chip and locate. Chameleon is dead."
"Jesus." Jan said slowly activating her scanner, "What are we going to do?"
Fury grimaced, "I don't know. There's going to be hell to pay." The car made its way down the street at a hurried pace. "The operation in Washington is going to have be postponed until we find the Spider-Man and the suit."
Jan sighed and looked out the window at the street blocks as they passed by, "If we postpone it, we may miss the deadline completely."
"Don't you think I know that?" Fury remarked, "And besides, what choice do I have. The operation will have to be re-planned unless we find the suit."
"That might be difficult. Spider-Man is not an easy person to track."
Fury nodded grimly realizing how badly his situation had become. "We'll find him, how hard can it be? Have you located Lizard yet?"
"Yes sir. He's in an alley seven blocks away. I'm getting an audio transmission from him." Jan stated. A microchip had been placed into Lizard's throat both as a means of locating him and communication.
"Fury are you there?" Lizard asked over the channel via Jan's scanner.
The general leaned in, "Return to base at once! That is an order."
"What about Ssspider-man?" Lizard inquired.
"There's nothing that can be done about him." Fury replied, "Return to base. Fury out." He sat back down and rubbed his brow of sweat, "Things have taken a turn for the worse as of late."
Spider-Man soared through the streets in hot pursuit of Nick Fury. It was the only thing that was on his mind; he had for some reason become totally single-minded.
He clenched his fist and from a white patch just below his knuckles a web-line was discharged and latched onto a nearby building and closed in on Fury's car.
Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, keeping him focused. Peter asked no questions. Where the suit had come from? What had it done to him? These were things that didn't even run through his mind, the normally observant Peter seemed to be blinded by rage.
He felt rage at what? Fury had done no wrong to him that any number of thugs and mobsters hadn't already attempted to do, but despite that, Peter felt ever fiber of his body screaming out for blood.
As he came to apex of his swing he let go of the web-line and soared straight for his target. As he descended from the sky, his black costume gave him the appearance of an avenging angel.
Peter landed on the roof of the car and quickly ripped it away with ease discarding it along the street.
"Its Spider-Man!" Jan exclaimed and reached for her pistol. "Keep driving!" She urged the driver. Without delay, Jan fired her weapon.
The bullet slammed into Peter's head and rocked his head back. For a moment he thought he was dead, after all, he had taken shots and been hurt by them before.
But something happened. Despite the raging pain, the bullet passed through his head and despite a slight burst of blood, he was still alive.
Reacting instantly, he clenched his fist and unleashed a spray of webbing that covered Jan in a short moment.
"I'll kill you." Peter said angrily and pulled Fury from the car. "You all hurt me, you wanted to wound me! I won't allow that again!" A look of madness peaked in Peter's eyes.
"Omega Nine." Fury said confidently.
Peter roared in response to a massive surge of pain from his neck and fell off the car. His head was splitting as he landed on the asphalt. Slowly he rose from the street and spotted the car driving away from him. "No."
He fired another web-line that latched onto the bumper and used the elasticity to advance back on the car within a few seconds. "Where you're going?" Peter demanded advancing on Fury once again who was reaching for Jan's gun that lay on the floor of the car. "We haven't even played pin the tail on the donkey." He dodged the bullets that Fury discharged from his weapon, "You can be the donkey."
"Omeg-."
Peter kneed him in the groin and looked into the man's one good eye coldly. "Afraid? Good." He jumped off the car with Fury in his hands and landed on the street impressively. "Now you know how I felt. The fear is building up isn't it?"
He raised his fist, "How do you like being held hostage?"
"What?" Fury inquired.
"You're the prisoner now!" Peter roared, "You're the one under a microscope, now!"
"I wasn't the one who kept you in a lab."
"No." Peter admitted, "But you wanted me to serve you like some sort of drone, a lackey, you're just as guilty."
Fury gulped as the realization swept over him, "You're not Spider-Man, you're the suit." The vigilante let him go and Fury took a couple steps away from him, "You're stronger than I thought. Interesting."
Peter clenched his teeth, "Enough talking. They'll all pay, I'll make them pay!" His spider-sense suddenly blared intensely and Peter turned his head just in time to see the grating of a truck hit him with all its force.
"Who, what, were, how?" Peter blurted out waking up. He shook his head as a vague pain echoed through his skull. He slowly began to realize where he really was.
Hanging upside-down from a web-line from a ledge he was high above the city streets. "How the hell did I end up here?" Peter asked himself, puzzled, "The last thing I remember was Lizard socking me right across the face."
The moon hung above him, barely breaking through the cloud cover, informing him that it was now night.
"Speaking of darkness?" Peter said looking at his own body now covered in a black and sleek costume, "I must sew in my sleep or something. Because I sure as hell don't remember looking like this."
Fury gazed at the video recordings grimly. "Now that Spider-Man has the suit, I've decided to postpone the operation indefinitely." He was in the control room, the heart, of S.H.I.E.L.D, a center of activity.
Jan brushed her long hair back, "Are you sure that's necessary? We've been planning the action in Washington for over two years." She looked at the agents regretfully listening to what was transpiring.
"The suit was an important part of our plans." Fury commented angrily. "Damn you, Spider-Man."
Jan looked at the wide television screen mounted against the wall of the control room. It was playing what little video data was available of the web-slinger. "Spider-Man's natural abilities include enough strength to lift at least ten tons more than his own weight, can run somewhere in the vicinity of seventy MPH and to top it all off his reflexes are inhumanly fast."
Fury nodded slowly, "Now times every one of those strengths by ten and that's what the suit's given him. We're screwed." He looked back at the men under his command and clicked his tongue, "I'm calling it a day. We'll figure out what to do in the morning. Dismissed."
He sat down in a seat as they filed out and sighed deeply, "Its all falling apart, Jan."
She shrugged, "Oh I don't know. The operation still has some hope."
Through the doorway entered the Lizard, he limped towards them slowly, breathing hard. His face was a storm of anger, "I want Ssspider-Man!"
"Nonsense." Fury replied, "You're lucky he didn't kill you. Besides, we don't where he is."
"Ah, but I know who he isss." Lizard replied slyly.
Fury's eye widened, "You do? Who, damn it!"
Lizard snickered, "That'sss my own little sssecret, Fury. Consssider it, another insssuranccce policccy." He hissed menacingly, "I want Ssspider-Man."
"Look at you, man." Fury urged, "You're a mess. Head down into the infirmary and get patched up. Maybe when things calm down, we can talk about this further."
"Maybe?" Lizard commented, "I think you have no choiccce, Fury. You need that sssuit he has ssstolen from you and I'm the only one who can get it. I believe that there will be no maybe. You will talk to me, becaussse right now I hold the cardsss. Until then." Lizard turned around and limped back out of the room confident in his latest victory.