The Connors Legacy
Part One
The U.S. Special Army forces entered the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility through the heliport. This was an infiltration mission their target was the mastermind behind the new super soldier.
After taking down the security patrols in the stairways the soldiers made their way past surveillance cameras, expertly remaining practically invisible. The small six-man force remained focused.
They ran into two guards patrolling the halls of the building and took them down with ease. The squad moved on, picking away at whatever guards happened to come upon them.
The force moved into the laboratories. What they found inside was sickening. Their target, Dr. Connors, had been using agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. in his experiments, they're mutilated forms writhed in agony on the examination tables contrasting with the sterile environment. Once past the outer sections of the lab, they encountered tougher security.
Fighting became fierce and in the skirmish one of their men went down in a violent spray of bullets. There was no time for hesitation or sadness, the nation depended on their mission succeeding; he'd have to be mourned for later.
After blowing their way through several security doors they entered the inner sanctum of the labs. Inside they found the products of Connors' research; his horrible children stared at them trying to reach out unable to pass the tubes.
They came to the central chamber where a tube of black ooze lay in a tube lifelessly. "Stay frosty." Their captain whispered keeping his machine gun ready, watching the darkened corners of the room.
"Where is he? Where's Connors?"
Another soldier's face was full of sweat, "Maybe he ran?"
"Ran?" A cruel voice called from the darkness, "I mossst cssertainly did not run anywhere. I have nothing to fear from you."
It was out of the darkness that the Lizard emerged more intimidating than ever, "He's bigger than they said."
"Of courssse I am, now." The Lizard smiled, "After all, it wasss a top priority to adminissster my new and improved ssserum to myssself asss a tessst of it'sss power." He stretched out his arms proudly, "What do you think."
The commander grimaced, "Take him down!" The entire squad opened fire and at first the Lizard seemed to be reeling back but then after a moment he stopped and extended his chest.
"My ssskin isss now capable of repelling everything from pissstolss to grenade launchersss. You ssshould really asssk the Pentagon for more up-to-date information nexsst time." The Lizard closed in on them, "Time to die my foolhardy friendsss. Don't worry, I'll sssend your bodies back to your familiesss, at leassst whatever piecsses remain."
"Fall back!" The captain ordered his men already laying into the Lizard with suppression fire, "Get back to the Heliport."
"It'sss far too late for that." The Lizard moved with stunning speed. In a matter of one second he broke the arm of the captain, severing it, snapped the neck of another soldier with his tail and broke a third's jaw with his fist. The remaining two began to retreat when suddenly, the Lizard's children emerged from their slumber smashing through the glass, "Forgive me, but you are not leaving."
The captain watched helplessly on the floor, loosing blood ready to go into shock as his remaining men were ripped apart limb from limb. "Someone has to stop you, you can't win." He asked desperately rolling onto his back and staring at the Lizard and grabbed his crucifix from under his collar, "Though I walk through the valley of death."
"You ssshall fear no evil?" The Lizard snickered and grabbed the crucifix from the captain's hands, "My new kinsssmen, show him what evil is, eat him."
Peter took a deep bite. "I love pizza." He said perched on a ledge with the lower half of his mask pulled away. He saw the billboard with a picture of a grinning Jameson holding a newspaper declaring Spider-Man's guilt. "I need to cancel my subscription one of these days."
The sounds of a police siren in the distance brought a sigh from him, "Why can't they ever just let me have my pizza? All I want is an anchovy Pizza, is that so much to ask?" He dropped the pizza on the ledge and fired a web-line, "I bet this never happens to Superman. I also bet his best friend's dad never turned out to be a raving lunatic bent on destroying his life in some misguided attempt at revenge but who's keeping score?"
She had a bad day up until now, nothing had gone right and she was in a particularly bitter mood. Gwen ran across the gym floor with the basketball firmly in her hands dribbling it ever so often. It was an open Gym session, held after school on Fridays which alumni were always welcome to attend and many did using it as a social center to gather and meet with old friends at. Today, the women had taken control of the court. As luck would have it, an old and current flame of Peter Parker had decided to pick this day to come. Gwen ran to her team's hope and saw Mary Jane coming in. During the course of maneuvering Gwen nearly tripped MJ.
"Hey, watch what you're doing?" MJ exclaimed.
Gwen shrugged, "Sorry I was just afraid that you'd try to steal it from me." She said holding the basketball in her hands, "You're pretty good at that you know."
MJ frowned, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, come on let's play." Gwen suggested while the teams went through the general practice of defense and offense.
During the course of the class, every time they came close to the other a volley of words such as slut and whore were traded.
At one particularly heated moment in the game, MJ tripped Gwen, almost purposefully, causing the blond to fall flat on her face. She stood up and took a step to MJ, "You did that intentionally."
"Don't get like that with me." Mary Jane replied, "If you have a problem say it otherwise just keep your mouth shut."
"And then what happened?" The principle asked.
"She hit me." Mary Jane said rubbing her jaw with Gwen outside the office, "I really didn't think she was that pissed off."
The principle frowned, "Why did this start?"
MJ sighed, "We've had problems in the past, nothing more than a few words, you see we both kind of got into a relationship with a guy and well, she wasn't happy with the way things turned out if you get my drift."
The principle sighed, "I see. Who was this boy?"
"Do you really need to know?"
"Our open gym policy is a way of keeping the old school body interested in the community, as leaders for the new incoming underclassmen. But our policies depend on your cooperation. If you want me to address your problem then yes I have to be able to speak to all parties, we can't have our old students assaulting each other, otherwise we'll have to ban both of you."
MJ lowered her shoulders realizing that if they didn't say anything he'd only find out through a third part, "Peter Parker."
"Parker?" The principle frowned, "Puny Parker? You and Gwen Stacy are both after that Parker?"