The Black Suit’s Rage
The cold night air rushed past him as Peter swung across the city, irritation still simmering under his skin. He wasn’t sure if it was because of Felicia’s teasing, Susan’s interaction with Doom, or the fact that his emotions were running wild tonight.
His HUD flickered, a blue notification popping up on his display.
INCOMING CALL FROM FRIDAY.
Peter narrowed his eyes. FRIDAY? That meant it was either Pepper or one of the Avengers.
“ERIC, put it through,” he muttered, launching himself off a rooftop and twisting mid-air before shooting another web.
A familiar voice filled his earpiece. “Spidey, we need you at the compound. Now.”
Rhodey.
Peter sighed. “What’s the matter WM , don’t tell you guys messed something up or any damned aliens are invading again I swear- .”
”Spidey it’s serious get here quick it’s another base of hydra, we need all available members”
Peter sighed “Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way.”
He cut his swing and arced toward upstate New York, changing his route toward the Avengers Compound.
Hydra. Germany. Another infiltration job. He had barely had a chance to sit down after the whole ordeal with Felicia and Susan, and now he was getting pulled into another operation.
And his mood was already not great.
ERIC, ever the efficient assistant, spoke up in his earpiece. “Sir, your college schedule will be adjusted accordingly. Would you like me to draft an email for Dr. Storm, notifying her of your absence?”
Peter clenched his jaw. “Yeah. Just say it’s a family emergency or something.”
A pause. “Sir, you do not have family—”
“I know, ERIC,” Peter muttered, cringing at his own words. “Just… send it.”
As he approached the Avengers Compound, Peter flipped mid-air and landed smoothly on the tarmac, his suit shifting into its standard red and blue. But as he approached the hangar, something inside him still burned with unresolved frustration.
Maybe it was the way Susan had smiled at Doom. Maybe it was Felicia’s taunting. Maybe it was the loneliness that never left him.
And then he made a decision.
“ERIC, activate the black suit.”
A dark, inky substance crawled over his body, shifting the bright red and blue into an obsidian black with an eerily reflective sheen. His lenses narrowed, glowing white, and his muscles tensed as the symbiote-linked suit settled over him.
It wasn’t Venom—not anymore. This was something else. Something Peter had reprogrammed and stabilized. No thoughts. No influence. Just raw, unfiltered power.
The moment he stepped into the hangar, the reaction was immediate.
Rhodey, standing in his War Machine armor, sighed heavily. “Damn it, Webhead, again with this suit?”
Sam, decked out in his Captain America uniform, crossed his arms. “You know that thing freaks people out, right?” “We don’t need this being a problem on top of hydra, we have ethics and morals we are not absentminded beasts”
Peter just glared at him hissing angrily but it was enough to shut Sam up.
Bucky merely grunted, his vibranium arm whirring as he shifted his stance. Logan gave him a once-over, eyes narrowing. “You planning on going full psycho on this mission, kid?”
Peter rolled his shoulders. “Just in a mood.”
Yelena smirked, elbowing him in the ribs. “Ooh, is the spider sad? Did his girlfriend reject him?”
Peter’s hands clenched tightly, ERIC’s smooth voice soothed him “ Sir it is unwise to fight or harm your fellow teammates however annoying they seem to be, you will get your chance with hydra agents”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Yet,” she shot back with a wink.
Professor Hulk, hunched over a massive StarkTab, cleared his throat. “Alright, let’s get to business. Hydra base near Germany. We need infiltration, data extraction, and minimal destruction—”
Peter snorted. “Minimal destruction? Yeah, good luck with that.”
Hulk ignored him. “Teams: Spidey and Logan—south block. Sam and Bucky—west. Yelena and Rhodey—front entrance. Get in, get the files, and get out.”
Peter tapped his fingers against his forearm. “How much resistance are we expecting?”
Rhodey’s visor lifted. “It’s Hydra. What do you think?”
Peter sighed. Great.
—QUINJET EN ROUTE TO GERMANY—
The flight was silent, save for the occasional grunts from Logan sharpening his claws and Sam checking his shield. Peter sat in the corner, his fingers twitching against his thighs, the black suit making every movement feel sharper, heavier.
“Alright, Webs,” Logan finally muttered, cracking his knuckles. “You go in first, clear the way. I’ll handle the rest.”
Peter’s lenses narrowed. “Stay out of my way, old man.”
Logan huffed a laugh. “Big talk.”
The moment the jet landed, the team dispersed. Peter and Logan moved like shadows toward the south block. Peter perched on a ledge, scanning the area.
Multiple heat signatures detected.
Hydra soldiers.
Peter flexed his fingers, then dropped.
The first guard didn’t even have time to react before Peter’s fist caved in his chest, sending him crashing through a metal crate. Another tried to raise his weapon, but Peter ripped it out of his hands and crushed it like paper, his foot slamming into the man’s ribs.
Logan barely had to do anything.
Peter moved with brutal efficiency, the black suit amplifying his strength. He didn’t hold back. Every punch sent bodies flying. Every kick shattered bone.
And God, it felt good.
His fists blurred as he pummeled through Hydra grunts, sending them crashing into walls, desks, and steel beams. Some tried to run. He webbed them back, slamming them into the floor hard enough to leave cracks.
Even Logan—freaking Logan—paused for a moment, watching him in mild awe. “Damn, kid.”
Peter didn’t reply. He wasn’t done yet.
A massive soldier charged him from behind, a cybernetic gauntlet whirring with energy. Peter ducked under the punch, grabbed the guy by the neck, and slammed him through the floor.
The whole base shook. ‘BAAAAAMMM’
“what the hell was that?” Sam’s voice crackled over the comms. “ Ungh super soldiers are assholes” “Wasn’t me punk that is beyond my limitations I’m just an old man with a metal arm”
“Webs is going crazy “ Logan muttered on comms.
Peter wiped his hands. “It was Nothing.”
Rhodey sighed “ I told you be discreet” “…..” Peter just walked forward.
Within minutes, the entire south block was cleared. Peter barely felt it. His hands trembled with adrenaline, his mind sharp.
And then he exhaled.
“ERIC, extract all data and send it to FRIDAY,” he muttered.
“Already done, sir.”
“Good. Any thing else y’all need, …. No, well Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Still busy agh hmph” Wilson grunted.
—BACK ON THE JET—
The silence was heavy.
Yelena raised an eyebrow. “So… what’s up with you?”
“Nothing.”
Sam gave him a look. “You sure? ‘Cause you just leveled an entire Hydra base like it personally insulted you.”
Bucky leaned forward, staring. “What’s eating you, Webs?”
Peter didn’t answer.
Rhodey shook his head. “I swear, the black suit makes you a bigger pain in the ass.”
Peter rolled his eyes, reclining against the seat. His mind was already drifting—back to the Baxter Building, back to her.
God, what the hell was wrong with him?
“ERIC, mute comms.”
“Yes, sir.”
Peter closed his eyes, exhaling slowly.
Tomorrow, he’d be back at Baxter. Back to being the cold, detached intern. Back to avoiding the one person he really wanted to be around.
And he hated every second of it.