Chapter 14
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14. SilverAnd Black
- Summary -10 years after the bite, and he was reunited with the symbiote. He was separated from MJ, but he'd found another woman to lean on. With his newfound strength, he was ruthless; unstoppable even. It was too perfect to last when an old foe crept back, back and better than ever. All was not as it seemed with our hero. He was back in black, but no for long. -SpiderCat/SpiderSable-MA*
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Silver And Black*
- SpiderMan - Manhattan - 11:00AM -
SpiderMan trebucheted himself up and over a building from a single web-line, sending his body flinging sideways through the air, washing completely over the rooftop in one motion, firing another web-line to stay hanging in the air. Peter used his momentum to swing, and he swung hard and swung fast. The hero rocketed and spiralled through the sky, landing on a radio tower with a thud and a small puff of dust, wincing a little from his injuries.
"This, is awesome," Peter casually said as he perched at the top of the tower, acknowledging his brand-new upgrades in his mask, thanks to Max Modell, and his suit upgrade and web-shooter improvements thanks to his own work.
His new suit was still a skin-tight costume, although the spandex material had been bonded/re-weaved together with kevlar, for a stronger, more resilient material, although not bulletproof. He could fend off knives moving off a low-velocity now, with only a scratch or so in the material.
His costume was a bright red, with black replacing the blue, provoking a more menacing, intimidating look. The red was more or less in the same place; over the mask, the boots from knee to toe, the gloves on his forearm, his midsection and so on. The black was sharp, and it looked like an almost bladed colour, with the way it stood out. The web pattern was the same shade of black, and it stayed in the same place as always; over the red. This time though, it was a 3-D pop-out material, a few millimetres away from the base suit. It had a reflective surface, the web pattern catching the sunlight in white highlights. The spider emblem on the front was in-line with the webbing, and the spider was a dark shade of white - not grayish yet, just white. It was the same shape, just the spider-legs had grown out a few extra centimetres. On his back, the emblem was the same shade of white, and it was a large circle with for sideways 'L' shapes protruding from the shape.
Peter's web-shooters were modified to snap quickly onto his wrists, and were black in colour, with white nozzles. The cylindrical spouts were doubled, twin nozzles on each shooter, for a greater amount of webbing release in a quicker amount of time - and the backup is great, just in case. Obviously, the web-fluid storage capacitors increased, to compliment the change, and Peter's handy web-cartridges increased in size and capacity. The web-shooters had been remotely linked to Peter's mask, allowing him to change webbing functions on voice-command.
Peter's mask was probably the best upgrade, however; it didn't just protect his identity. Obviously, it was made by Max, so the kevlar had not been woven in by Peter - not yet anyway. But besides that, the black rim of the lenses were a strong plastic, sturdy and firmly in the mask. The lenses themselves were made of a chrome material, allowing Peter to see out without others seeing in. In fact, the lenses had been polished to a reflective mirror-sheen, allowing it to glisten and reflect the sun's rays, like most other reflective surfaces. The lenses' mirroring was perfect, in fact, almost as if mirrors had been cut down to curvy triangular shapes and placed into the mask, although, this material was resilient and strong. The lenses protect Peter's eyes from dust particles in the air, and protect him from the sun's rays while swinging. The web design, was already 3-D though. But the impressive part was inside the mask. And it isn't Peter's face, although it
was quite impressive in his aging - still youthful as ever. His vitals showed in the top left, although not at full health, due to his beating from Scorpion a night ago. His heart rate displayed as a little more than average because of bouncing around the rooftops. A tiny microphone symbol was displayed in the bottom left of his vision, representing his available voice control function. What else Peter saw was a transparent mini-map in the bottom-right corner, displaying a beeping red dot, closer than ever to the centre point of the perpendicular crossing axis - he's close. All of it either controlled by voice control, or a line of three, finger-sized, thin buttons placed on his right temple in a vertical row.
Peter adjusted the setting in his mask by pressing the bottom button twice in quick succession, zooming in to the virtual map, giving him directions like a GPS.
"Alright, Maccie. I'm coming for you," Peter spoke, flipping off the radio tower and dropping onto the rooftop below.
He began a running sprint, then tilted on the edge of the rooftop in one fast motion, as if wanting to trip over, gracefully swan-diving off of the building into a steady free-fall. He continued to plummet in a straight line, parallel to the building he was skimming, his hands out besides his waist, pointing towards the sky. The wind beat past his new costume, Peter feeling the minor aching of his bones from the previous fight, but he could tolerate it. Halfway down the building, he tilted his body backwards with immense speed, kicking his legs in front of him simultaneously. Using his webs for control, Pete thrusted his legs onto the building and began skidding on it with a trail of dust, his built up momentum allowing him to surf the building.
"Things cannot get any more fun than skyscraper-surfing while tracking down a fish!" he said to himself energetically. He skidded down, firing webs beside him from each hand to pull himself down and keep his balance, people from inside the skyscraper either staring at him through the windows to record with their phones and snap pics, or to admire his new costume.
"But, all good things must come to an end!" he yelled, noticing the short distance between him and the ground. Peter bent his knees and sprang off in
a fluid motion, arcing into the air in front of him. The spider fired a web in front of him, the thread latching onto a building as Peter fired another in the same direction, using them both to slingshot himself and build up his momentum.
The beeping red dot on the map on the inside of his mask only became faster as he got closer. Peter wall-ran as he traversed through the city, leaping from building to building, until the beeping dot in his mask stopped beeping, but glowed a bright red in the centre of his perpendicular cross on his map screen.
"Okay, so here's the place… somewhere…" Peter said, perched on the side of a building as he moved his head frantically in an attempt to find something.
"Hold on a sec," Peter said, fiddling with a button on the side of his mask. "Just gotta… Nearly… and voila!"
The dot on Peter's map seemed to disappear, only to reappear as a little spider logo in the form of a cursor or pointer. In addition, the map's coordinates showed as numbers, and the microphone symbol in the bottom left of his vision glew red to signify it was on.
"Hello, Peter Parker. Voice control online," the A.I. said in Peter's mask.
"Awesome," Peter replied, already having climbed to the rooftop on the building he was on. "Now, I set a tracker, and I'm here. But I'd like some directions for accuracy, if you don't mind."
"Tracker located. Analysing. Target is mobile on ground level… moving within coordinates. Head to lower ground, Mr Parker," it spoke.
Peter replied with a quick thanks, doing what he was told as he gracefully but efficiently descended from the rooftops, running down vertically while dodging flagpoles and pigeons, scrambling over balconies and fire escapes as he reached halfway to the ground. He stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened to what he only now noticed on the ground, perching with his back
and legs stuck to the wall as he zoomed in for a closer look - a confirmation.
"I'll be damned…" was all Peter could say as he witnessed the scene below him.
- Eddie/Symbiote - Manhattan Streets - 11:20AM - 2 minutes ago -
"We already told you! We're not the SpiderMan!" Venom spoke on the ground, his tongue flailing in a swipe of green saliva, as he manoeuvred his body to the side to dodge a blow.
"And I heard it damn well! New host?" Scorpion said, pulling his tail back from a would-be-crippling blow.
"An old favourite," Venom growled, the symbiote peeling back from Eddie's face to reveal himself to Scorpion, as Gargan stood there, looking smug. "Temporarily," Eddie added in, the symbiote re-closing to lose any human appearance.
"Brock, huh?" Gargan said, grinning with clenched teeth. "I told you I'd kill you someday."
Venom screeched at him and bent his knees, with his arms out as saliva spat in Scorpion's direction. "Then not today!" Eddie said, the symbiote not backing up his speech, but in it's own place, focused on something else.
Firing a series of black webs in Scorpion's direction, Venom followed through with a toothy tackle, gnawing into Gargan's armour. Scorpion grunted and used his tail to swipe Venom from behind with immense speed, knocking him off of him, dentures in parts of the armour. Gargan secreted his melting acid from his tail, slowly but difficultly burning through the symbiote webbing. Venom was flat on his back, but held his head up to stare at Gargan closing in with a pincer. Venom's maw extended, the anti-hero screeching as his tongue flailed, his black claws catching the pincer. Venom surrounded it in webbing and got up off the ground at the same time. Gargan smirked and used his other pincer as a mallet, swinging it over at Venom, sending him flying into a hot dog stand, the area already cleared
from frightened pedestrians, Venom's momentum sending him flying further into a building, smashing through the stone and glass in a screen of dust.
"Eddie," Black said, as Venom was floored, "Look up."
Eddie did so and barely looked up to see a cyanide-seeping needle flying straight towards the centre of his eyes. With breath-taking speed, Venom reacted with a clean dodge, rolling to the side with the use of webbing. Gargan's tail buried itself into the concrete below the 3-star diner, as remaining chefs, workers and customers vigorously escaped the restaurant in runs and screams. Venom snarled with his teeth exposed, running towards Gargan as he struggled to get his tail free from the ground. Webbing Scorpion from one arm, Venom jumped and reeled himself in, sending a flying tendril-infused kick to his opponent, blasting him out of the ground in a spray of concrete. Both of the lethal figures shot back out into the open, carrying on their battle.
Then once again, the symbiote zoned out, only to then witness what had caught its attention. As Venom sent a crippling punch to Scorpion's jawline, with Gargan spitting blood, he was sent flying up in the air, spiralling uncontrollably. Just as Venom was going to finish it and knock him out, a red and black figure came into view, and the web-warrior followed up on Venom's attack by swinging into Gargan, kicking him violently towards the ground. Essentially, Venom had knocked Gargan uncontrollably in one direction, and Peter blasted him uncontrollably back in the opposite direction. As Scorpion hit the ground, his armour had been grazed and dented, and Gargan skid across for a good few seconds. Peter zipped over, still in the air, and used his twin web nozzles to speedily drown Scorpion in webbing, securing his place on the ground.
Peter dropped down, extremely cautiously, in front of Venom, Peter in a defensive, non-fighting stance.
"How the heck did you escape?!" Peter asked, anger and caution boiling inside of him.
"Parker," Venom said causally, completely dodging the question.
"Let me take you back. You misunderstood; all I did was protect you," Black said on his own without Eddie's voice behind him.
"And I," Eddie said, the symbiote revealing his face, "Don't want anything to do with it anymore. Take it off my hands?"
Shocked at the sight, Peter's eyes widened behind his mask, and he stepped back once.
"Eddie Brock!? But you're Anti-Venom! How?!" Peter asked in astonishment.
" WasAnti-Venom. Just take it, Peter. You need each other," Eddie added, the Klyntar beginning to peel and branch off Eddie, swaying towards Peter in mid-air.
SpiderMan put his hand out towards the symbiote, edging closer… Almost as if hungry for it. The desire for it grew closer the closer Peter got to it. It was like he was still a part of it, and it was still a part of him - and, they were. Eddie seemed relieved when one small tendril began to wrap around Peter's fingers, as if trapping him in a thin, black web. The tendril grew in size and numbers, multiple tentacles of Klyntar mass reaching out and wrapping themselves around Peter's wrist. Peter stopped moving towards it, hesitating, though black didn't stop.
"No," Peter said causally, pulling his arm free, as Eddie groaned, the Klyntar hanging off beside him, eyeing Peter as it's tendrils snapped back towards Black.
"Peter! You don't see it, do you?! Our bond is still permanent! You need me!" Black spat, snaking up like a cobra, looking over SpiderMan.
Eddie crossed his arms out of annoyance and tiredness. "Can you just get this over and done with? I'm getting pretty bored, here."
SpiderMan looked over at Eddie, saying, "I'm sorry, Brock, but you can keep it. And I personally find it hard to be bored with a little voice in my
head telling me what to do and playing mind games and manipulating me all the time!"
Peter's dot on his mask began beeping once more, moving away from his coordinates. Confused, Peter put a finger to his temple, pushing the button to reset the tracker. Once refreshed, he knew it wasn't a bug. With that, Peter turned over to look at Gargan, only to find him missing from the spot he was in, webs cut up and scattered across the ground, mixed with some of the dissolving solvent.
"Crap!" Peter shouted, zipping over to the place, kneeling down to see claw marks edged into the concrete, and a note sealed onto one of his webs.
'There will be reckoning for us all, Spider' it read, in a bright red lipstick.
"Oh, you have no idea, Felicia," Peter whispered, jumping up, only to be brought back down to the ground by a swift tendril around his ankle.
"Parker, please!" Venom snarled, staring at him and slowly approaching. SpiderMan back-rolled to get up onto his feet, not taking his eye off his opponent. By now, there were obvious sirens blaring not so far away, their approach near. SpiderMan didn't want to stick around to meet them.
"I've got a bad guy to catch. Maybe two, if I'm lucky," Peter spoke, speedily running and jumping up towards a building. Following the tracker, he vertically ran up, shifting his weight to keep speed and balance. Just as the police arrived on the ground, a ball of black goo slammed into Peter, sending him smashing forward through the glass windows and into the building. He dropped and rolled in the office, scrambling through broken glass to stand up, as a few busy workers ran out in fear. He groaned as he dusted himself, witnessing how his new suit was as good as claimed, still whole and resistant to the glass, not one shard penetrating the new material.
"Dammit," Peter whispered underneath his breath as he saw the tracker move further away from his position. From the corner of his eye, Peter saw a black figure jump into the building with him, through the same hole in which Peter entered, the rest of the employees clearing out.
"You don't understand, Peter!" Venom spoke, perched on the ceiling, hanging upside-down as he spoke to SpiderMan, who stood in caution, looking up at Venom, in annoyance and a sprinkle of rage.
The symbiote spoke for itself, dropping down in front of its former host, "Without me, you'll grow weaker in a couple of months; eventually, you'll be dead in a couple years. Our bond is permanent and only I can willingly destroy it. We'll both die if we're separated for too long. Rejoin with me, Peter."
Peter grunted from the minor pain from his battle with Scorpion, relieved the wounds had been attended to. The red blip on his mask moved further away from his coordinates, and Peter didn't want to take any chances in letting him escape.
"Sorry, not sorry, Black. Sorry, Eddie…" Peter spoke, flipping up to the ceiling, changing the setting on his web-shooters.
"…But I'm doing fine on my own," the masked hero spoke, firing a flurry of webbing in Venom's direction. Peter was upside-down, walking backwards towards the shattered window as he continued his webby assault on Venom.
Eddie, from behind the symbiote said aloud, "Really? Webbing, Pete?" Venom, arms and legs cocooned in webbing, pushed with some force, attempting to tear off the adhesive. Venom was dumbfounded and he screeched, tongue flailing and saliva spitting, when he felt the web hardening around his body.
"What… is this stuff!?" Eddie asked, dropping on his knees as the black figure clearly struggled to escape.
Peter, now on the floor level equal to Venom, stood at the edge of the office, on top of shards and crystals of broken glass, at the broken window. Facing Eddie, the hero spoke, "Modified web-fluid. Designed to harden on exposure to air and blunt resistance. It's the type that doesn't dissolve after an hour or two. In fact, it's the opposite. I'd say you've got an hour before it becomes as hard as concrete - you'll find a way. Sorry, but I've got a… a
Scorpion to subdue. A Gargan to gain on." With a salute, Peter freely leaned his body backwards, letting gravity pull him off the edge, as he left the building in a dramatic free-fall.
Venom, limbs still tied, strained as Eddie and Black squirmed and struggled, Eddie's muscles aching as his heart raced. The Klyntar matter began to shape-shift behind the tightened webbing, shrinking and enlarging, working erratically like a pump. The webbing only grew tighter, Venom even trying to use his long tongue to tear off the stubborn webbing. When that didn't work, the symbiote snaked around Eddie's body, shape-shifting to slip out from the webs, slowly unbonding from him, leaving him. Before Eddie could say anything, Black butted in.
"Resistant to blunt force, right? Don't worry Eddie," Venom spoke in it's Klyntar form, the toothy alien increasing in size, extending it's jaw. Eddie looked up at it, his muscles and limbs in a literal twist.
"Don't worry what?" he asked, still as he watched it's toothy maw fill with rows and columns of pin-like teeth.
"I won't bite…" the alien said with a toothy grin, it's face moving closer to Eddie. "Not you anyway."
With a series of snaps and bites, the Klyntar loosened the webbing around it's temporal host, then switching into a humanoid form to use claws to tear off the rest of the webbing, although struggling slightly. Eddie winced as a claw marked his chest in the struggle, the scar leaking crimson. It took a few minutes for the webbing to be removed, but in the end, Eddie was free and the two bonded once more.
"Dammit," Eddie and Black said in unison, the cut on Eddie's chest healing as they took the form of Venom once more, "Peter always was the smartest one in the room, wasn't he? He knew we'd escape. Just wanted to slow us down."
Just then, Eddie felt a pulsing on his thigh, looking down to see a spider-like drone attached to his leg. He moved his body down to remove it, but felt its spider-legs tighten its grip on his thigh once his fingers made
contact. Suddenly, the gadget beeped for five seconds, then exploding in a bundle of the same webbing, cocooning Eddie worse than last time from head-to-toe due to his kneeling position.
- SpiderMan - Manhattan - 11:43AM -
SpiderMan trebucheted himself over a water tower, gaining on Gargan as the injured villain quickly sped across the buildings and streets, discreetly switching between the heights, oblivious about the spider in pursuit. Civilians didn't notice the stealthy Scorpion - they just carried on with their lives. Peter was swinging directly above his target now. Only problem is, he was blocked by construction and outside of Peter's field of vision. Not a problem anymore, though. As Peter released his current webbing and spun stylishly in the air, he pressed a finger to a button on his temple in one swift motion. As soon as his finger left his mask, Peter spun another web to keep his momentum, speeding above Gargan. Peter's lenses glew a purple-blue in his vision, all structures, objects and figures highlighted in a dark-blue outline, framework and bones a white colour. Oops, it is still a problem.
Peter swung, still unable to see Scorpion within his vision, noticing he was still within coordinates according to the blip on his map. The spider-drone didn't up and leave, did it? Peter swing-jumped over a flock of birds, feeling stupid as he finally clicked. He spun a web and hung from it, suspending himself in mid-air.
"So stupid, Pete. Get on thermal, not X-Ray!" Peter said under his breath. Bringing his free hand up to his temple, he pushed a button until the setting was correct. His vision glew green, buildings and structures all transparent and in a yellow rendering. Finally, he could see actual heat through the structures, glowing in an orange or red, depending on the strength of the temperature. And his eyes widened, seeing Scorpion's body-heat surrounded by other orange figures, weapons trained on the active villain. The figures danced a battle, Scorpion's silhouette attacking and defending, as other figures, most likely bystanders, dispersed away from the action.
Without hesitation, Peter swung and zipped, manoeuvring and traversing towards the danger below.
"These damned police and S.W.A.T. should know not to get messy with 'em if ol' Spidey can't stop 'em first time 'round!" Peter said, diving under the construction and heading towards the origin of the fight, turning off his thermal vision as he swung skimming the streets, avoiding civilians and obstacles. He carried his momentum over the streets, boosting and zipping his way forward, until an armoured, silver body came flying closer and closer towards his direction.
Releasing his web, Peter narrowly avoided the body that was hurled at him, as Peter span and landed on a streetlight, the fight now directly in front of him, the unconscious man landing below him with a slight puff of dust. Scorpion, wounded from Venom's attack, and tired from previous battles, versus Silver Sable agents, who were around the same level of strength considering the situation. This battle could go either way, if Pete didn't intervene and lock away Gargan for good.
"Okay, maybe it's not the S.W.A.T. and police after all… but when exactly did Sable get here?" Spidey spoke to himself, changing his web-shooter settings to combat mode, preparing for the fight as he leapt off the streetlight and pounced onto the ground.
The battle continued ever so slightly in favour of Scorpion, as Peter hastily made his way towards them. In mere moments, SpiderMan swung in from behind Scorpion, firing a web-line onto Scorpion's head. Using his momentum from his swing, Peter dragged Gargan, yanking him to the ground and causing him to skid as Spidey released his webbing and rolled safely on the ground. Gargan reacted to the sudden moment, growling in pain and anger, while some Sable agents called out about and to SpiderMan, readying their weapons towards him.
One of the agents turned on his radio, speaking, "SA5 to SA112, S-M in sight! I repeat, S-M in sight!"
Peter put his hands up in surrender, tensely speaking, "Hey, wait, I'm on your side!"
Simultaneously, Scorpion helped himself off of his feet as Sable agents shifted their guns from the spider to the scorpion and vice versa.
SA5 received a reply through his radio from the second in command, then telling his the rest of the group to focus on Scorpion; the one and only Silver Sable herself suggested SpiderMan will be 'taken care of', when the time comes. The rest of the Sable agents moved their guns towards Gargan, only to find him getting his ass knocked around by SpiderMan. Still, they kept their guns trained, just in case. Of course, not the whole pack was here. Most of the agents from Symkaria remained at the Embassy, including Chameleon's SA112. Some agents were already there before Sable's arrival; at least it improves the numbers.
- Silver Sable - Symkarian Embassy - 11:50AM -
The queen readied herself, already geared up in her silver, synthetic-stretched kevlar bodysuit, gathering her weapons, holstering two sidearms and a sniper-rifle. She quickly assembled the larger gun, locking the barrel and muzzle into place, loading it with ammo. Finally, she attached a laser-sight and scope onto the weapon. Strapping it over her back, she discreetly head off on her own to join the party.
- SpiderMan - Manhattan - 11:55AM -
Half the Sable team was down, but with the remainder support fire, the battle was coming to an end. Yanking Scorpion towards him by the head, Peter pulled himself towards the tired-out villain, arcing around the incoming tail. With a final, well-timed and well-placed kick to the exposed jaw, Gargan went limp and completely dropped to the ground.
"Finally," Peter muttered under his breath, standing proudly, still holding a web-line in his left hand.
Peter's spider-sense went off blaring, and he instinctively turned around to the danger, only to find all Sable agents with their guns trained on him. The agents closed in around him, edging closer as their weapons whirred and charged up with energy.
"Get the Scorpion in the truck!" one of the agents spoke, motioning a small crew of three with his gun. Immediately, him and the other agents returned
their focus to SpiderMan, who stood with his hands in the air to show no hostility.
Scorpion was already being lifted into the Sable truck, using the strength of three struggling men.
Shit, Peter thought, Scorpion can give me the location to Felicia and… whoever the hell else is trying to kill me. I can't let them take him yet!
Peter still had his hands up, and quickly, he glanced around to the soldiers surrounding him. He sighed beneath his mask.
"Come on, guys. I'm on your side," Peter spoke hopefully. "What have I done?" he asked.
Without flinching, Peter stood still as an agent fired a warning shot in the ground beneath him, scaring pigeons away from the scene.
Peter continued, "Guuuuuuys, you should really take collateral damage into account, here. This street's already pretty jacked up, and you've scared off these poor pigeons and civilians. I know I'm one to talk but-"
He was interrupted by a second warning shot in the same place, as an agent looked towards him with the gun, shouting, "Just shut up and wait! No more questions!"
Peter being Peter, asked, "Wait for what exactly?"
Suddenly, a flash of yellow streaked out of the barrel of the gun, aiming for Peter's thigh. Instinctively, Peter swiftly moved his leg to one side, dodging the blast that would've wounded him non-lethally.
Point taken, Peter thought. Peter looked over to Gargan and the truck, seeing the soldiers barely able to pull him up in the mechanised suit. At least these wea- … average-strengthed men haven't got old Maccie in the truck yet…
Under his breath, too low for the agents to hear, Peter whispered, "I should really do something about this."
Peter could see his nervousness through his BPM display increasing underneath his vital signs on his mask screen.
"On the ground, SpiderMan! Hands behind your head!" an agent shouted, just for security, Peter thought.
This gave Pete an idea, and he obliged, getting to his knees and then lying stomach-down, slowly moving his hands behind his head.
"Okay, twin-shooters. Don't fail me now."
And then, with blink-and-you'll-miss-it speed, a thick line of webbing exploded from each one of his four nozzles, his arms still crossed behind his head. Within the same second, two web-lines attached onto an unsuspecting soldier either side of him. The webs latched onto them below the knee-caps, and in the same fluid motion, Peter sweeped them to the ground as he sprang himself up using the bounce in his arms. While the soldiers were startled, Peter got himself airtime, flipping up high.
"Force authorised! Shoot to disable; the queen needs him alive for interrogation!" the SA5 ordered his men.
Rays began to fly towards a moving SpiderMan, and he dodged them all, even while in the air. Peter fired a double-web onto a skyscraper, the sudden 'plop' of the web startling civilians behind the windows. Peter swung, closing in on the worn-out three who only managed to get his head in. Like a wrecking ball, Peter battered them with a swing-kick, sending them flying into the air. He released his current web-line, then zipped himself towards them with his left hand, releasing that web then using the momentum to bring his right hand forward, creating a large web-hammock between buildings to catch them.
Mid-swing on his way back towards the rest of the fight, Peter's head burned, but he was too slow. He felt himself slipping from his web, and his leg felt wet. As he fell from he web, he looked down to see the bullet wound in his thigh, as red liquid seeped out of the hole and stained the black on his new suit. Within those five, short seconds, it was only then when Peter processed the searing pain. He groaned loudly as he crashed and
skidded across the concrete, sealing the wound with built-up layers of web to stop the blood-loss. His BPM increased, but his vitals were more-or-less still in the green.
- Silver Sable - Manhattan Rooftops - 12:19PM -
The silver-sprangled warrior queen watched the scene through the scope of her smoking sniper-rifle. At the edge of the rooftop, she breathed slowly as she watched her men non-violently approach the wounded SpiderMan, who used his efforts to limply stand up and fight. Still watching through the scope, she reloaded the sniper-rifle and zoomed in to aim at a black substance creeping up behind her men.
She radioed in on a conscious soldier, warning him about it in Symkarian. Then, she hastily began to make her way down to the scene.
- Eddie/Symbiote - Manhattan Streets - 12:21PM -
Venom already began knocking heads unconscious, pinning and webbing them to the ground side-by-side with SpiderMan.
"SpiderMan!" Venom snarled impatiently, as they continued to ward off the last of the agents.
"Eddie," Peter began, pain in his voice as he kicked a soldier weakly to the ground with his good leg. "Dammit, not now! I can take them, so check on Scorpion! Sable truck."
Venom reluctantly obliged, heading off towards the truck. He swung speedily, zipping and pulling himself across the street. With a pound, Venom landed directly onto the truck, crawling across the top, peering over with his mouth full of green, dripping saliva. His eyes narrowed as he searched the place, toothily growling as he found nothing in sight.
"Dammit," Eddie and Black spoke in unison. "This is really getting old."
"It really is," Scorpion spoke, from a building above Venom's head, disappearing over the roof.
Venom sighed in annoyance - though it sounded like a growl - and he headed off to chase him.
- Silver Sable - Manhattan Streets - 12:26PM -
Sable ambushed Peter from behind, only for him to scramble and dodge in time, before he knocked out the final Sable agent. Keeping her flow, the queen let out a series of martial art displays in her fighting, Peter's gunshot wound and fight injuries making it easy for her to land blows, although he did parry some. Peter fought back will enough for Sable to get floored once or twice, but she came back up eventually. With a blow to his stomach, Peter had his wind knocked out of him and he dropped down to one knee as he rested and quickly gasped for air, which he recovered in a short time.
Sable looked down to him, then went to one knee to go to his level. She spoke in English, but accented with Symkarian, "Don't make this any harder than it has to be, SpiderMan. We were allies for a long time, and I don't wish to fight a wounded man… even if that wounded man can handle himself pretty well."
Peter looked up at her, grunting, then speaking, "Ouch. I thought we are allies. Remind me again why we aren't on good terms?"
Silver Sable scoffed, standing up in sync with Peter, smirking as she said, "You've made quite a reputation for yourself, Spider. Massacre, killing, etcetera. Apparently you're on the wrong side of the law. But, a little pussy cat stole a very important item from Symkaria, and it just so happens that Miss Hardy is on the wrong side of the law… with you. Right?"
SpiderMan looked her in the eyes, then chuckled slightly, "About the killing part, that was me, but it also wasn't me. And Felicia, she played us both , Sable."
"What do you mean, SpiderMan?" Sable sighed, "Just come with me. I'll kick the answers out of you back at the Embassy."
Silver Sable turned around to go, looking back at him. Peter clearly didn't want to get the answers kicked out of him. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Do you want to get that bullet removed or not?" she asked.
SpiderMan let out a shaky breath, then put a hand on his wound and replied, "Yeah… I'm coming," Peter then hesitated for a second, and he spoke quickly, "Hey…"
Sable glanced back at him.
"You weren't the one that shot me, were you?" Peter asked, pointing to his injured thigh.
Sable tilted her head and gave him 'the look', answering Peter's question. "Okay, sorry for shooting you in the leg, SpiderMan. Are you coming?" she said, quite impatiently.
Peter nodded, "Yeah."
- Eddie/Symbiote - Abandoned Warehouses - Half an hour later - 01:02PM -
Venom was losing Scorpion, his new suit amplifying his speed whilst his tail continuously sprayed stars and ropes of burning, melting, acid. The purple liquid was dodged by Venom, or was caught in a web; the only outcome was that it dissolved whatever it touched in bubbles and smoke. Venom dodged yet again another blast of acid, using webs to grind and surf across rooftops, until they finally reached old warehouses. Mac Gargan looked back, over his current warehouse roof, only to see two ropes of black webbing being fired directly besides him. Venom let Gargan run, but pulled himself backwards, still holding onto the webbing. He leaned back and released, and he slingshot himself forward, rapidly gaining on his opponent. Scorpion quickly brought his tail in front of him, puncturing the top of a water tower, the liquid gushing out, clear water accented and crusted white. As Venom got close, he used a web to home in on Gargan, pulling himself there as fast and as dangerous as a missile. Scorpion smirked as the water tower drained, and he sprayed and mixed in a combination of acids and neurotoxins within the water on the roof, just as Venom landed. The liquid rolled off the edge of the building and onto the docks below, but the stone beneath Eddie began to feel weaker.
"See ya, Brock," Gargan said, already on the next building. "No way you're getting out
"Not so fast, Gargan," Venom spoke, sending a flurry of webs to tie him up, then yanking him towards him. Gargan's weight made Venom stumble as Scorpion landed face-first onto the rooftop, exposing himself to his own chemicals. He screamed in agony as he breathed in neurotoxins and his exposed mouth felt the wrath of his acid, scarring and burning him. Just as Venom used a clawed hand to sever his tail off his suit, Gargan felt a jolt in his spine, causing him more pain than before. The tail rapidly reacted to involuntary nerve reactions, spraying more chemicals and acids in large bursts, causing it to rain overhead, and the tail thrashed until finally Venom had tore it off completely.
"Damn, you, Brock! Shit!" Gargan roared, trying to break free of the webbing by snapping his pincers.
As the rest of the raining toxins and acid hit the warehouse and mixed into the water, it began to quickly melt and dissolve the roof, until it crumbled away. Venom had no time to react as the pair of them fell down with the rest of the water and pieces of the warehouse. Eddie fell unconscious, although the Klyntar took control of his body and burst out from beneath the rubble, and walked over weakly towards an unconscious Scorpion, kicking away rubble and dust. Black used his healing abilities to render Eddie conscious with a series of painful jolts in his nervous system.
"Holy shit! Argh! Don't ever do that again, you hear me?!" Eddie whined underneath the mask.
"Whatever, Eddie," Black replied, his tongue reaching out under Gargan's helmet. "Tastes like… really good food," Black spoke, saliva dripping down Scorpion's face, "But, Peter wants him alive," Venom spoke, pulling his tongue back into his maw.
Just then, Venom was interrupted by a menacing laugh, and his symbiote sense warned him of the terror as Venom whipped around snarling, looking towards the air in front of him.
"What?! You can't be here?!" Venom growled, standing his ground defensively.
"Why not?!" the figure spoke menacingly, still airborne, his sinister smile devilish and irritating.
"No!" Eddie replied, "You died!" Venom spoke.
The figure touched down on the ground, smirking as he spoke menacingly, "Good to know. Guess what?"
Venom snarled, pouncing directly at him, although the character's strength and speed was beyond comprehension; as Venom leapt onto him, the figure grabbed him by his shoulders and easily threw the giant, 'unstoppable' symbiote being through the now-broken warehouse doors and out into the open.
The deranged villain followed after him, kicking him once more. Venom flew with a groan, landing at the edge of the docks.
"Wrong answer, Eddie. Correct answer: You died!" With a laugh, he faced his hand toward Venom, and out from a nozzle on his wrist, blazing, orange-red flames came streaking over the black behemoth at his feet. The flamethrower kept blazing, the symbiote reacting violently, screeching in a high-pitch as Eddie became unconscious through heat-stroke and the symbiote keeping him alive.
After a good two minutes, the figure's smile disappeared, and his eyes filled with disappointment at the living being beneath him, witnessing the weak symbiote slowly moving, keeping Eddie alive through all of it. Suddenly, the villain's hands grabbed hold of a tendril, easily pulling it up as it flailed.
"Well. You'll make a fine trophy, won't you? Or, maybe an upgrade, to say the least," the figure spoke, tearing the symbiote off of Eddie's body, losing all connection to him. The figure grabbed a capsule from his belt, storing the greatly-shrinked Klyntar for safekeeping. "And I guess it's time to rescue poor Maccie. All he's got left is one chance."
As the figure left, Eddie regained consciousness, but still felt the heat. With blurred vision and a dizzy mind, he rolled over into the deep water besides him, trying to cool off from the heat as he grabbed hold of a floating buoy.
"Dammit. Gotta find… Pete…" he said, as he lost consciousness once more.
*A/N: R.I.P. Stan Lee. Truly lost for words on how this amazing man passed away at the age of 95, on the 12th November 2018. He changed our lives with what he did, and at least we know he had a good one. I guess the man can die but the legend lives on. You will be remembered.*
*Also, I'm sorry for taking so long.*
End of Chapter 14.