|hey new guy.| repost
SPIDER-MAN; BEN REILLY/1804930| hey, new guy.|
The sheen of a prehensile scaled limb whipped through the air, slamming into concrete. Spider-Sense alerted the web head to each blow, allowing him to sense and feel the ripples of air. Fingers adhered to the brick and glass behind him. Eyes watched from behind plastic-coated lenses as his opponent grew closer. Holding tightly, Spider-Man was ready for anything the Lizard would throw at him. SENSATIONAL/sensational_spidey
“C’mon Doc! This isn’t you! I know you’re in there somewhere, the Lizard doesn’t have you – he can’t!”
The speech didn’t account, however, for the giant green tail currently slicing through the wind in his direction. Cracking against the air, the tail just barely connected with the wall-crawler as he escaped. Senses once again kept Spider-Man from being attacked directly as he leapt through the air. With eyes still on the escapee, what the hissing reptilian monstrosity didn’t see were the pair of metal rods coming directly toward his face.
“Please, Doc Connors! Think of Margaret, Billy, everyone at the lab!”
Metal pinged as it struck bone and left the once hungry Lizard vulnerable. The collision sent the beast’s face in the opposite direction, sound coming in and out as his auditory cavities rang intensely. The metal slung backward from the strike with a ricochet out of sight. Not paying much attention to the intervening third party, Ben landed, hand in front of face in a crouching position. Waiting for the moment to make a move, webs slung from both wrists.
The elasticity of the webbing stretched and yanked the scarlet clad hero directly at the distracted reptilian. Twisting, the spider spun like a wrecking ball, feet extended. Heels smacked directly into the jaw of the Lizard sending him once more reeling. Claws extended as Connors took the hit, reaching out for Ben. Wrapping around his wrist, scaly palms gripped Spider-Man tightly and catching him midair.
“Woah! Can’t suppose we could uhh.. Talk this out could we?”
There wasn’t much pain, though he could feel the web shooters begin to crush beneath the weight of the now hissing beast. He could see, there wasn’t much man inside of him anymore. Just pure animal. Technology crackled and popped as bits of circuitry sparked from his wrists. His shooter was broken! Another solution, perhaps?
“Alright, Connors! You asked for it.”
Trying to break the grip, the monstrous scientist was distracted long enough for another wrist to lift. A hard plastic cannister burst from his second wrist, impacting with the side of the Lizard’s cheek. The ringing of this third blow was enough to knock him totally off balance. Stumbling, there wasn’t a moment before the cannister exploded with fluid. His head, most of his upper body was blanketed by a thick coating of web. The shock of the situation made the beast release his grip.
Dropping to the ground, Reilly caught himself as he landed, taking the moment to launch into a flip. Without a line of sight from Spider-Man during the flip, the escrima from before returned to smack into the side of the head of the lizard. Surprised by the appearance of returning assistance, optics watched as the third party took a leap. A dark red extended from the air, a heel dropping against the webbed skull of the reptilian creature.
“Web-Head. Hit hard and fast. Don’t ease up for a second.”
Memories long past flood Ben’s mind, watching the Scarlet Swashbuckler in action. It was only yesterday they’d teamed up to clear Peter Parker’s name from what the Kingpin had done years ago. Well, not him specifically. Memories of Peter’s past, experiences. Knowing what Ben knew about the Devil, would he know? Would anything, the new suit of all things, cast doubt in his mind about the web slinger?
Lunging toward the web restrained beast, the pair released a flurry combination of strikes that sent Connors reeling. A punch from the left, kick from the right, the attacks poured on harder and harder. Several blows were enough to keep the Lizard disoriented and, before long, the beast fell. Dropping to the concrete, a crater cracked beneath his weight. The pace of their breath continued, huffing, the both of them. They didn’t account for the effort it would take for them to actually knock him out.
“I’ll keep him webbed up till the cops come. It’ll keep him tied up till then.”
Eyes sticking to Connors’ limp body, there was a hint of sadness Ben’s approach. After all of the progress they made with his recovered, after everything they went through together. From Peter’s first adventure out for the Bugle to his supposed recovery from his mutagenic disease, what happened? What released the Lizard once more to wreak havoc the way he had? Footsteps clicked on the pavement behind the wall-crawler.
“Nice work, new guy.”
Eyes widened, expressed fully by the lenses extending on his mask.
“Don’t worry about it. I can tell, the lack of criminality gives it away.”
Ben turned slowly, adjusting his web shooters a bit.
“Look, the other guy… He gave his life for this. Toward the end, despite his hatred for me, I wanted to honor him. Honor this.”
“New guy.. This life, it drove him crazy. One bad day sent him on a crash course with disaster and ruined him, am I right?” A scarlet hand landed on Ben’s shoulder in confirmation.
“Just keep going. People might not trust you now because of the things he did, but you keep working at it? I can’t promise things will get better, but maybe it’ll lighten up a little.”
Matt turned slightly, looking off into the distance as he began to take his leave. Head turned, a smile creeping across his face.
“And if you’re wondering how I knew, your heart beat is a bit different. Plus, the other guy knew not to get so close quarters with the Lizard. It’s how he got his shooters snapped last time. Take care, kid.” "