This one is from the Spectacular Spider-Man tv show, one of my favorite tv version of spidey besides the The Animated version from the 90s. This is from season 1 episode 2, when Electro is created. When I was recently watching this particular scene and a 'what if' came to mind. I also apologize for the previous chapter that was quite short, and this short chapter. Sorry...

Chapter 3.

"CONNORS!" A deep angry voice shouted while kicking down the door. Everyone in the room turned their attention to the intruder, there before them was Max, his non-conducting suit covering every inch of his body to prevent the electricity from spilling out. Liz Allen and Gwen Stacey gasped, jumping back, away from the angry man. Liz moved behind Peter, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, trying to find security. For some strange reason, she felt safe with Peter. Out of all the people in the room, it's puny Parker who stays the bravest. She mused.

"Where's Connors?" Max demanded, his only response were the girls shrieking as he took his hand and knocked everything off of the table before him. Various chemicals and vials clattered to the ground, breaking into thousands of jagged pieces. "You really don't want to keep me waiting kids," Max threatened. "Where's Connors?" He retaliated, his voice getting raspier and more threatening. Gwen peaked her head from from behind Eddie's broad shoulders, catching a glimpse of the electric man. She was quite thankful for the suit that kept his electricity in check.

"Max! I'm right here. Try to stay calm." Dr. Curt Connors answered, trying to keep up a believing sense of bravado. He was just in the other room, inserting the genetically altered lizard DNA into the shoulder of his nonexistent arm.

"CALM?" Max seethed, "We left calm a life time ago, doc!" He stepped towards the man, he really needed to find a cure of his electricity problems. All he wanted was to be normal again. To be able to drink a cup of coffee without sending a bolt of electricity from his mouth. "I can't take it anymore!" He paused, took another step forward, thrusting his hand out and jabbing his finger at Connor's chest. "Youcaused this. You cure it!" He growled.

"We're working on this Max... I-I promise. It'll just take time." Curt took a step back to regain some of his personal space. He prayed that Max could be swayed with reason.

"I DON'T HAVE TIME!" Max stretched back, his arms reached up and grabbed his head like he was in pain. "Cure me. NOW!" With one swift move Max shoved his hand out, a bolt of electricity shot out of his hand, hitting the wall above Connor's head. "Before I... Really get upset." Max Dillon had his hands up in standard boxing posture, electricity crackled and shone brighter than before from his fists. With one blast Connors and his wife could easily be killed.

"I know you can do it doc," he paused, walking towards Curt, cornering him against the wall. "All you need is proper... Motivation." His fist raised slightly.

Peter knew he had to help Curt out. It was his responsibility. He released a inward sigh, regretting what he was about to do. Oh well. Secret identity thing was fun while it lasted. Peter thought while he took a step foreword and twisted out of Liz's grip.

"Petey?" She whispered loud enough to grab Gwen and Brock's attention. The brunette watched Peter glance back at them for a brief second before his eyebrows furrowed and a look of pure determination covered his face. Unbeknownst to them, he was switching into Spider-Man mode.

"Hey! Lightning Butt! Missed me?" He shouted out, grabbing the attention of Max. The electric man growled, he recognized that voice... Especially that remark. "Alright Lightning Butt. Time to unplug!" Spider-Man quipped, shooting out webs towards the flat screen TVs behind him and throwing them at Max's head. Max retorted with a blast of electricity towards Spidey's chest, knocking him into a nearby car. "Woah! Electro-" But Spider-Man was interrupted by his phone ringing.

"Bro! What the hell are you doing? You're going to get yourself killed!" Eddie shouted, trying to grab Peter by the shoulder and knock some sense into the teen. But, Peter easily stepped out of the way from his hand, not one looking at him.

"What! I can't believe it!" Max yelled in disbelief. Peter Parker was Spider-Man. "Are you following me!?" He growled and shot a bolt of electricity at the boy, but thanks to Peter's Spider Sense, he was able to nimbly avoid it by doing a series of back flips.

"Now, now, have you ever thought that just maybe, you were following me?" Peter asked, reaching behind him to grab a small table, just in time to deflect another bolt of electricity.

"UGH!" Max growled, his annoyance level peaked. His judgement was clouded by his frustration towards Parker. He ripped the mask off his face, and out came a flow of electricity. He could feel the power almost double. Using his head and fists, he created a giant blast and aimed right towards Peter's head, in hopes of killing the guy. But, as always, the Spider-Sense prevailed and the boy just barely missed the attack. He could feel the heat of it as it passed over him and into the wall behind him.

"Woah! You almost got me." Peter stated, he turned his head for a brief moment, his attention trained on his Spider-Sense. "Liz, throw me my bag." He asked urgently. He needed his web shooters. The girl just stood there, wide eyed and frozen in shock. As was everyone around the room. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. They hadn't yet connected the dots, so Peter's apparent death was being watched through their eyes.

"LIZ!" Peter growled, after narrowly missing another attack from Max. That was enough to shake some sense into her.

"Uh right," she said, more towards herself. She reached down and grabbed his bag and tossed it to him, hoping that her shaking hands wouldn't mess up the aim to much. Peter caught it with ease reached in the bag and quickly got his familiar web shooters. With a pop, the shooters where secured on his forearms.

"Alright, now it's a even match." Peter said, his eyes narrowing towards Max. "Listen Max, if you just calm down and let the doc work, then there doesn't have to be a fight. I don't want to fight you."

Max cackled a disturbing laugh. "I am not Max! I am... I am- What did you call me earlier?"

"Uhh.. Lightning Butt?"

"NO! I am.. I am ELECTRO!" He yelled, his suit ripped and fell of his body, electricity sprung out wildly around him.

"Alright... Then you leave me no choice." Peter aimed towards another small table that was in the lab, and with one thwip! thwip! Two thin web strings were attached at each corner. Peter yanked the table and it flew across the room, hitting Electro squarely on the head, cracking in half. Gwen and everyone else in the room (besides Electro) gasped in astonishment. Peter Parker? Spider-Man? I can't believe it! Was probably the most accurate thought going through their brains.

Electro growled and released a quick, large shock of electricity. It hit Peter square in the chest. He crashed through a couple tables and landed into the wall, the wall cracked from the impact.

"PETER!" Gwen shouted, thinking he just got killed. But to her surprise, he released a groan and stood up, flung his shoes off, and did a flip and landed on the ceiling. He crawled foreword a bit and shot out more webbing that wrapped around Max's body. He tugged on the web and Max flung towards him. Peter yanked hard, and Electro crashed up into the ceiling and with more pulling Electro hit the ground. Hard. Max seethed and stood up. He ran towards Peter right as he jumped off the ceiling, and released blast after blast of Electricity. Peter wasn't able to dodge all the attacks, several skimmed him and others hit him full in the chest. His shirt was burnt and ripped. The red and blue costume stood out between the ribs in the shirt. Peter looked down and saw that one blast singed a bit of his costume.

"HEY!" He shouted. "That was totally UNCOOL." He pointed towards the small singe on his costume, "Do you know how expensive this material is? Sheesh. People these days have no respect." He quickly removed the remains of his shirt, he threw it in a random direction to get it out of his way. It looked odd, to see a half dressed Spider-Man. No mask, no gloves, just his costumed chest and regular pants with plain old socks. He shot a web out towards his bag and took out his gloves and mask. In one swift movement he was out of his pants, his socks were off, revealing that he had the rest of his costume under his clothing. He quickly put on his gloves and mask. Despite the pointlessness of the mask now, it was still a part of his costume. All the while Electro was trying to hit him with electricity.

Okay Parker... Think. He doesn't have super strength, so if I could just land a few punches on him, get him unconscious. But how would I do tha- Ah hah! Peter smirked, seeing the non conducting glove laying on the ground from across the room. He released a web line and it snatched the glove. He put it on over his hand and ran closer to Electro, trying to avoid as many attacks as he could. Finally, he was close enough to land a punch. He swung his fist back, preparing to deliver a hard blow to the head. "Come on proportionate strength of a spider... Don't fail me now." He muttered and released his fist, with a loud smack that resonated around the room, Electro stumbled back, falling to his knees, gripping his head. He noticed that the glove tore from the impact. But all he needed was just one punch... "This is going to hurt me a whole lot more than it will hurt you.." He stated. He put his fist back again, and delivered another hard punch. While he successfully knocked the man out, he received a direct hit of electricity that flowed through his very veins. He released a yell of pain and was flung back from the power, landing into a hard, thick concrete wall. Only this time, the wall didn't give.

The room was silent, no one knew what to say. Peter was the one who broke the silence. "Yup... Definitely hurt me more than him..." He wheezed out, his figured sat crumpled against the wall.

"Oh. My. God." Liz announced breathlessly.

That was when it hit Peter like a ton of bricks. They knew. He sighed and watched as they ran over to him. He mentally rehearsed what he was going to say... But he sat there speechless when he looked over at Gwen and found himself a victim fallen to the ways of The Look.