Lizardman with Hawk's Scent (3rd Update!)

Peter swung, landing steadily on Hawk's apartment rooftop.

"Whoa, Spider..."

"Peter?"

Hawk looked at the Spider-Man who landed, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Peter pull off his mask, revealing his true face, and Hawk's expression turned to surprise.

After taking off his mask, Peter gave a shy smile.

He now agreed with something Gwen had said before.

"Hawk, your acting isn't very good."

"Really?"

Hawk was slightly stunned. Looking at Peter, who nodded seriously, he shrugged. "Alright, I'll keep working at it then."

If one person said his acting was bad, it might be that person's judgment.

But if two people said it...

Hawk began to reflect, wondering if his acting was truly that terrible.

Peter smiled, then started talking about Doctor Lizard, whom he had just dealt with.

"Oh, right, Hawk, did you see what just happened?"

"Partially. But just as I was about to watch, you and that lizard guy had already disappeared."

Hawk told the truth.

He saw the beginning and the end, but missed the middle.

But it was fine; he could see it on the news tomorrow.

As everyone knew.

The New York City media were incredibly fast. Less than three minutes after Doctor Lizard appeared on the Williamsburg Bridge, he saw three media helicopters from different TV stations hovering noisily above the bridge.

Peter was slightly taken aback by Hawk's words. He subconsciously glanced around, then looked towards the Williamsburg Bridge, which was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Looking from here?

Peter looked at Hawk with some shock.

Hawk smiled and said, "My eyesight is pretty good. But isn't yours just as good?"

Peter subconsciously nodded again.

Indeed.

If he concentrated, he could also see the Williamsburg Bridge clearly from here.

Peter thought to himself, then his eyes lit up.

"So, did you see where the lizard guy went?"

"No."

"Okay."

Peter sighed at this. "I didn't expect him to be so strong. He threw me off. By the time I was ready to counterattack, he had already jumped into the river."

Hawk asked curiously, "How did you feel his strength was?"

Peter glanced at Hawk, thought seriously, and then frowned. "He's stronger than me, but not as fast, nor as agile. However, he's faster than me underwater."

Understood.

A one-punch kind of guy.

No need for him to unleash his Cosmo.

Hawk thought to himself as he listened to Peter's assessment, nodded, and prepared to go back to sleep.

But...

Just then.

Peter seemed to recall something and said to Hawk, "However, this lizard monster gave me a familiar feeling. It was while I was thinking about where that feeling came from that he threw me off."

Hawk looked at Peter upon hearing this.

"So, have you figured out where that feeling came from now?"

"Mm."

Peter nodded, then looked at Hawk.

Hawk remained silent, waiting for Peter's next words. But seeing Peter's gaze after he nodded, he was first stunned, then realized.

"You mean... me?"

"Mm."

"How is that possible."

Hawk felt a sense of absurdity.

How could Doctor Lizard have his scent on him? He'd only been to Dr. Connors' lab once.

And even if it was just residual scent from a handshake back then, it had been over two months. How could it possibly still linger now?

He wasn't a goddess, and Dr. Connors wasn't some simpering fanboy who wouldn't wash his hands after shaking hands with his goddess.

Peter, however, looked at Hawk and said earnestly, "The last time I encountered you was at the old gymnasium, so your scent left a deep impression on me. But the scent of that lizard monster just now was very faint, so faint I couldn't detect it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken so long to recall it."

Hawk frowned, looking at Peter, who spoke with such conviction.

"Are you sure?"

"No mistake."

Peter nodded, then thought for a moment more. "That lizard monster gave me the feeling that it had encountered you, leaving behind your scent, much like how Gwen carries your scent. But Gwen's scent is also much stronger than that of the lizard monster."

Hearing this description, Hawk's expression softened with understanding.

He had thought Peter was going to say something else.

So that was it.

Hawk chuckled softly and looked at Peter. "Then I probably know who he is."

Peter's eyes lit up.

"Who?"

"Curtis Connors, from Osborn Bio-Industry's regeneration lab. Gwen went there yesterday, and Dr. Connors is also researching lizards for regeneration technology."

If Peter had just said Doctor Lizard had his residual scent, Hawk would have been completely clueless.

But when Peter compared it to Gwen, he finally understood.

If his scent was a 1, then Gwen, who was with him, would have a scent of 0.5. And Gwen had gone to Osborn Bio-Industry again the day before yesterday and had contact with Dr. Connors.

So, theoretically, the faint, undetectable scent Peter smelled on Dr. Connors should have come from this.

Peter's jaw dropped in surprise as Hawk revealed the true identity of the lizard monster.

"It's him?"

"You know him too?"

"Yeah, I think I met him with my dad."

"Alright."

Now that Hawk had figured out how Dr. Connors had his residual scent, he was completely at ease.

He yawned.

"Alright, it's too late, I'm going to sleep."

"...Okay."

Peter had been planning to continue discussing the dangers of the lizard monster with Hawk, but seeing Hawk like this, he had no choice but to give up.

"Goodnight, Hawk."

"Goodnight, Spider-Man!"

"Uh, I'm not Spider-Man."

"Are you sure?"

Hawk, who had already turned and was halfway back, looked back at Peter, tilting his head with a half-smile. "Come on, tell me loudly, where does your web fluid shoot from?"

Peter's mouth opened and closed, his expression turning serious.

"Goodnight, Hawk."

"Goodnight, Peter."

This time, Hawk didn't tease Peter.

Soon.

Peter swung away, flying through the air.

Hawk also returned home, ate his fried chicken leg, took a cold shower, and then crawled into his warm bed to sleep.

Meanwhile.

Beneath the streets of Queens, in the sprawling sewer system that could become a home for countless homeless people during winter blizzards.

As beast-like roars echoed from the depths, the sounds gradually grew fainter.

Until finally.

The roars ceased.

And were replaced by a human groan!

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