Chapter 6: Lizardman

Peter become a vigilante

 "ahhhh-hhaaaaaa" Peter greeted the morning sun with a big smile, his mind still flourishing with vigour despite the obvious heavy eye bags and pale complexion due to having pulled an all-nighter working on his custom, which would be done soon once he got his hands on the corresponding machine.

And he had the perfect idea where to get it—a mischievous smile etched on his face as the young genius held up his entry card to the Oscorp.

Looking at the clock nearby, which indicated the time to be 7:30 A.M

"Still soon; better grab something before heading to school-Ugh". The image of the fat bully Ned and his goons was still fresh in Peter's mind, making him shudder slightly, though the feeling was quickly replaced by rage as he's now a different person.

"From now on, no more Pathetic Parker. I'm the Lizardman... Yeah, just leave it at that. Now"

Peter concentrated on all his enhanced senses; despite still haven't transformed into the lizard, Peter's senses were much more acute than those of a ravaged person by at least three times.

"Phew!" Minutes passed as Peter finally confirmed that the feeling of being watched from time to time had finally vanished without a trace. It seems like the Angel did keep her word.

Those feelings of uncertainty still lingered in his mind; Peter simply shook it off, as it might just be his paranoia.

Having washed himself, Peter dashed towards the kitchen, hoping that May still had some breakfast left for her godson.

It was at this moment that the carefree godson noticed the presence of his poor uncle Ben, who was calmly reading the newspaper in a conner, though his visage said otherwise.

Peter almost choked on the sandwich as he witnessed the two heavy eye bags and bloodshot eyes of his uncle, bonused with a reddish handprint on one of his cheeks. Last night must have gone awry for the married-old couple.

"Good morning, uncle Ben..." Peter nudged his glasses slightly, trying to avert his uncle's glare.

"Morning Peter," his tone was firm, cold, and devoid of any pleasing emotion.

"So, what were you doing to be home so late yesterday?" Uncle Ben's glare turned piercing, with a tinge of hideousness to it. "Care to share with your poor old uncle here, hm?"

Gulp, Peter smiled wryly as he repeated the lame excuse of yesterday with May.

"Ok, it's your right if you don't want to talk about it. Still, just let you know, we're just worried about you, so as long as it wasn't anything bad..."

"Thank you, uncle; I swear it wasn't anything bad." Peter said it firmly, and his eye shone with determination.

Seeing such a reaction, Ben nodded slightly.

"Anyway, I heard you mention the upcoming school's prom. So... have you asked her yet?"

Peter almost choked on his breakfast. "Ahm, Gwen? ehm, what?"

"Oh, come on, Peter, we both know how much you like the neighbour girl, for years..." Ben said it mischievously and managed to bring out the timid Peter.

Peter did have the ideal in mind for a long time, but given that Harry was back, and Peter knew for a fact that this time Harry was back, he would not miss the only chance to have her.

'But I'm different now. Right.' 

Much to Ben's surprise, Peter's nervousness simply disappeared as resolve shone within those hazel eyes.

"Yes, uncle. Of course, I will ask her out. Anyway, I gotta run to school now. See you later!" Peter picked up his bag and headed towards the door with a beaming smile.

"Goodluck, kiddo. Oh, and we'll be there too! Break a leg!" Ben practically shouted at his godson.

Peter replied with a vigorous nod before he rode a bike to school.

...

Standing before Midtown High School, the prestigious school yet brought him countless dreadful memories. Peter heaved a sigh as he collected himself, standing upright. Every step he took exuded the utmost confidence.

Eventually, on his way to class, curious eyes were drawn to him; most were taken by surprise by Pathetic Parker's sudden changes.

Though they soon turned into pity, as the infamous bully Ned and his gang had been waiting for Peter along the hallway. Of course, they weren't letting him go free after what he did yesterday afternoon.

Nuckles popped as heinous grins were etched on their faces.

"Finally, looks who's decided to show up: Pathetic Parker! told ya, the teacher's puppy is too scared to drop out of school." Followed Ned words were a streak of mockery laughter that Peter was long familiar with.

"Still barking this early, huh, fatass!" Under everyone's surprise, Peter smirked at the bullies, showing no fear in front of at least eight of them.

Whispers began to echo along the hallway. Some were praying for the poor nerd, some said that he must have finally gone mad after all those years...

Paying no attention to them, Peter walked straight towards the bullies with a condescending smirk, face-to-face with the red veins pulsating Ned.

"Seem like you have a dead wish!" With that said, Ned threw the hardest punch at Peter's face.

WHOOSH!

And again, under everyone's surprise. The slim-fit nerd nonchalantly intercepted the punch with one hand while the other was fixing his glasses. 

Peter tilted his head to get a clear look at Ned's dumbfounded face.

A cold smile slowly bloomed on his face as he grabbed the fat's collar and simply tossed him into the side. Then Peter swiftly sprang into action, butchering each and every bully standing in his path.

It was overkill. Unconscious bodies were left in his wake while Ned watched with horror etched on his pale face.

"Wh-wh-what the f-' 

WHOOSH! Peter sent a low kick towards Ned's jaw, knocking out a few teeth during the impact.

Seeing the fat bully squirming pathetically on the ground, groaning inaudiibly in pain and shame, Peter let out a sneer and gave him a final spit.

The young genius adjusted his glasses before heading back to class, paying no mind to the dumbfounded onlookers.

'This is a start!' 

Later that day, Peter successfully 'borrowed' the equipment needed to make the suit, of course with the help of the golden boy of Oscrop-Harry.

"Don't mention it; consider it the prize for what you did this morning... Gotta say that was badass, Pete! Too bad I didn't get to see it, though. By the way, did you do it?"

"Aha... that's... the gym for you; also, also i got lucky that day." Peter tried to sound as natural as possible, hoping that his friend would just go along with it.

"Gym? Oh, ok." Harry just shrugged. "Anyway, it's time that you stand up for yourself; Gwen would be happy to see it too.

"Yeah. It's time."

"Ok, off you go then... Oh, by the way, return those tomorrow as soon as you are done with your project!"

"Got it!" Peter shouted aback as he dashed off onto the busy road.

Back to his house, Peter sprang into making the suit as soon as he was done setting up those equipment's.

...Hours passed; the young genius worked tirelessly, paying no time to others, and afterward, he was complete.

Looking at the black suit composed of adjusted metallic fibre, sturdy yet flexible. Saying it was a suit, but Peter admitted it was more of futuristic armour, coupled with a black helmet, white glasses adorned with a white scarf, and gauntlets. The symbol of the lizard was etched on the chest plate.

Temporally, the suit didn't have any special function other than looking cool and providing above-average protection, as well as hiding his true identity.

All in all, it looked very heroic, cool, and mysterious.

...

In the middle of the night, amid the chilling winds, one could hear a scream echoing through the deserted alleyway.

"Hehe, come here, baby, I promise this wont hurt-" 

Replied to the shady bald man was a backslap to the face by a woman in dress; apparently her luck had run out today. Dreadfulness slowly clawed at her back as she backed into a dead end.

"Hehe, fisty one, I like it!" licking his foul lips, the bald man was unfazed by her struggles. His eyes were like those of a tempting beast, feasting on the woman's body.

Closing her eyes, she braced for the worst to come, with a little hope that after he was done, she could still see the sunlight again.

FWEEET!

A loud, cheerful whistle resounded within the damp alleyway. Breaking the dreadful atmosphere, both the woman and the bald guy were taken aback, looking at where the sound was coming from. 

Squatting menacingly under the moonlight, right behind the bald man was none other than Lizardman.

"Hello there." Peter's voice was muffled under the helmet.

"What the... other freak wearing a full-body costume? Get back to your f**king circus!"

Peter's eyes were shifting between the shady man and the poor woman in the conner before signalling for the woman to get away.

Catching the brief opportunity, she dashed across the man and managed to whisper a thank you towards the strange man in custom before vanishing into the street.

"Hey you, B-" Just as the bald man was going to grab her, Peter intercepted on time, blocking his way.

"Mind your f**king business." The raging bald guy turned his full attention towards Peter; his eyes were bloodshot from all that rage.

"Ha! mark my word, filthy man, I'm Lizardman and today you are goin-"

OOF! Peter was greeted by a full-force punch coming from the bald to his tummy, making on his knee.

"The hell you were saying," the man smirked condescendingly as he was about to send a low kick to Peter's face.

WHOOSH!

Yet, to his surprise, he was the one sent flying back 5 feet by Peter simply pouncing. Patting the dust off his suit, Peter said nonchalantly.

"There goes my intro; you should have known scum like you have zero respect, huh?"

Lizardman was surprised to find the bald was out cold from just that one punch.

"Oi, oi, oi, are you still alive?" Peter's panically checking the man's vitals, only to heave a relief as the bald man was just unconscious, no permanent damage... physically.

"Still gotta work on my power, though."

It was at that moment that Peter's senses picked up another ruckus in the middle of the night.

"Better check it out, lest something like this happen again."

Heading towards where the ruckus was located, it was a rather dilapidated warehouse yet guarded by conspicuous men with firearms.

Peter was watching from a faraway rooftop while blending with the shadow. "Hoho, what have we got here?"

With his incredible eyesight, Peter saw that they were loading many crates onto those trucks. Most notable was the symbol of KP adorned with a black crown marked on those crates, as well as those guards's badges.

"Who are these guys?"