Chapter 39: Clash of Titans
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Dr. Connors, now fully transformed into the Lizard, was suddenly propelled forcefully across the lab. His massive body slammed against the nearby wall with a deafening crash, causing the plaster to fracture and dust to swirl in the air.
James inhaled sharply, a mix of adrenaline and fear coursing through him. This is serious, he thought, surveying the damage and the creature that had once been a man.
Despite the brutal impact, Dr. Connors emerged unscathed, shaking off the debris like a wild beast. He snarled, muscles coiling as he crouched down, preparing to engage. His thick, resilient skin made him a formidable opponent, reflecting the culmination of his dark experiments.
James flexed his arms, feeling the dull ache from previous encounters. Pain radiated through his joints, remnants of earlier fights. For most, such injuries would be debilitating, but James had endured far worse during his grueling training with the Zodiac box. He had learned to push through the pain. As long as he could still move, he wouldn't back down.
"Bring it on!" James shouted, charging straight at the Lizard, determination etched on his face.
Dr. Connors met him head-on with a fierce roar, reigniting their brutal duel. James quickly adjusted to the Lizard's aggressive fighting style, finding his rhythm. He ducked and dodged, using agile footwork to evade the creature's sharp claws and powerful tail. Each calculated strike from James met the Lizard's formidable defenses, but the battle was exhausting. He endured several hits that left his arms numb and bruised, yet he pressed forward, gradually pushing the Lizard back.
Across town, traffic had come to a standstill on the bridge leading to the Disabled Soldiers Rehabilitation Center, the rush hour gridlock frustrating drivers. Peter and Gwen expertly navigated the chaos on a skateboard, their eyes scanning the sea of vehicles for a specific target.
"Keep an eye out, Gwen. We can't afford to miss this," Peter urged, his voice tense.
"Don't worry," Gwen replied confidently. "My observation skills are top-notch. I'm the best in class, after all."
"Can we skip the self-praise?" Peter muttered, focused on the task at hand.
Halfway across the bridge, amid the honking horns and idling cars, Gwen spotted a sleek black Mercedes-Benz bearing the logo of the Osborne Group.
"That's the car! The person Dr. Connors is after is in there, along with the serum," she said, determination igniting her voice.
They approached the car, and Gwen knocked on the window, engaging in a heated exchange with the man inside, his tailored suit and dismissive demeanor radiating arrogance.
"Let me in! The serum could cause serious harm!" Gwen insisted, but he merely smirked, brushing off her concerns.
Undeterred, Gwen reached in through the window, demanding the serum. When the driver rolled the window up, trapping her arm, a sharp pain shot through her, but she refused to let go. Tension escalated as threats were exchanged. The man hinted at repercussions for Gwen's internship and her future studies, but she stood firm, unwilling to back down.
Suddenly, a white thread of spider silk shot through the window, snatching the serum from the man's grasp. The silk darted out of the car and landed deftly in the hands of a figure poised on the bridge's guardrail.
"Peter!" Gwen gasped, recognizing the familiar stance.
As Spider-Man, Peter addressed the growing crowd, explaining the serum's potential dangers and his intervention to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. With the serum secured, he made a dramatic exit, leaving the scene as bystanders erupted in cheers.
Later, as they made their way back, Gwen remained silent, lost in thought.
"Spider-Man took the serum. Shouldn't we inform Dr. Connors? This could be a turning point in his plan," Peter remarked, trying to lighten the mood.
Gwen turned to him with a knowing look. "You're Spider-Man!"
Peter stumbled on his skateboard, nearly losing his balance as a car honked nearby.
"No, what are you talking about? Spider-Man just left moments ago. Everyone saw him," Peter replied, attempting to sound convincing.
"James already confessed as Sentinel. I thought you were just his assistant, but you're actually Spider-Man. Don't deny it; I recognize your voice," Gwen stated, her eyes narrowing with realization.
Peter sighed, realizing his cover was blown. "I didn't expect James, with his bold demeanor, to hide his superhero identity," she added, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes.
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