Tilden
Throwing himself around the corners Spider-Man skidded into the tower’s hangar “Ok so does anyone know what the emergency is?”
At the same time, Sam asked “Where do we need to go?”
The faceplate to Tony’s newest suit dissolves and he looks concerned “It wasn’t Eyepatch, Agent, or anyone from SHIELD.”
“Then who-” your dad is cut off when a large black shadow with wings lands, or well more like crashes into the hangar. “Ven!”
Your typical smaller form had been replaced by the one resembling the Hulk. You never ever wore that form.
Unless, of course, there was a fight.
They can still see the remains of the inky black armor you coated yourself in mending itself.
Bruce was the only one to note the white streaking ever so faintly through the black, that wasn’t good, he remembered you’d mentioned something about that briefly during one of your lab sessions, it was a throw-away comment but now he was trying to remember just what you had said such streaking meant.
“Are you okay?” your pops rushed to you, your dad, and the rest of the team not far behind, and grabbed your fanged face between his hands.
“Get the civilians as far as possible, I’ll do what I can.” is all you force out, ripping his hands from your face with no small amount of guilt when his expression crumpled.
It didn’t last long though.
The ominous sound of shattering glass comes from the window to your right, a perfectly inverted replica of you slamming its head through the glass with a sneer.
“Already begging for help? Running to your new ‘family’?” it sneered at the word, “This is pathetic even by your standards.”
The team was obviously bewildered but you didn't have time to care.
“You couldn’t even fight your own battles.” you snarl back as your tentacles flared out and up behind you, turning barbed at the edges, he always was such a dick now that you thought about it.
“You’ve been running from me all across the country.” it snarled as it crawled in through the windows “You kill the failures then you flee before you can face me.” it continued forward, crawling a few feet in and pausing once it was a few feet from the tensed avengers. “Look at that even your family doesn’t recognize me. Trying to bury your past? Forget your best friend? The mission? We both know we were reminded, trained, taught to never quit.”
“Get the hell out of here or something is going to happen between us,” you spit out before turning your voice to a far more dangerous snarl that sent vibration rumbling through the very walls of the tower, making your family turn to you in shocked horror, confusion, and a touch of fear, but not of you strangely enough. You didn’t have time to worry about that though, all you could focus on was the threat.
The threat you needed to distract for as long as and far away from here as possible.
You continue to let your voice vibrate from deep in your chest, adding even more of a drawing growl to the baritone you adopted when you were incredibly angry. “And I can guarantee it won't end with you keeping all your teeth.”
The smile you received was all teeth, literally and figuratively. “Why don't you take a swing and see what happens?”
That gets to you. They always had been good at getting under your skin.
Your fathers can see it in the way your shoulders tighten and shift but what they don’t see is every part of you morphing together. You took your hand off of your mental wheel and let your conscious thoughts slip away.
Turning primal.
angerprotectpainfearPROTECTRAGE
You launch yourself forwards slashing a sharpened claw through your former best friend's cheek but digging it in at the last second, a deadly fish hook, slamming through yet another window and sending the two of you tumbling down just over a thousand feet. Shredding the metal and cracking the concrete as the two of you brawl the entire way down.
You hit the ground running, pushing yourself to get as far away and as fast away as possible.
The crashing and car alarms sounding behind you were all the information you needed.
He was following you.
Actually, that was too pleasant a connotation.
He was hunting you really.
You needed him away from the city, from civilians, from his food source, from your family though you knew they’d follow in the quinjet and shield would probably be not far behind in a helicopter, but you had Fury's word so maybe not.
Fort Tilden was an hour’s drive from Manhattan with traffic but only a 20 minute run for you if you cut through the woods. If you could get him to the abandoned base there was a chance you’d be able to kill him.
Fire and sound couldn’t kill Anti-venom, the labs had designed him as an improved countermeasure to Venom. Had designed him to kill the symbiote you absorbed, and by extension, you.
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When the avengers, your family arrived 10 minutes after you, you were already battered beyond belief and in more pain than you had been in years. The Quinjet circled overhead when the team caught sight of you standing on the roof, at the heart of the base, snarling and squaring off with the white figure, Anti-Venom, Fury had told them.
The countermeasure the Three Streams made for you, based on you, designed with every intention to break you, to kill you. They had also, on the flight over, managed to piece together that this was somehow connected with a friend, former friend, someone you’d known during three streams. Someone who’d betrayed you.
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You glanced up at the jet and decided to bite the bullet. In the best-case scenario, you both died. In the worst-case scenario they needed to kill Oliver on their own and he claims more lives in that time period. Besides they were your family you weren’t gonna die without introducing yourself properly.
Your earpiece patched up to them and for the first time, the team heard your voice riddled with exhaustion and worry. “Hey everyone I need you to stay clear, you’re more likely to hurt me than Oliver, or do you know him as Anti-Venom? Anyways, it doesn't matter. If he gets away try and get your hands on the Osborne poisons, it's the only other thing that can kill him, fire and sound don’t work on him as they do on normal symbiotes.”
“Ven, what?” your pops asked, clearly confused, and had the situation been less dire you would’ve found it both endearing and hilarious and you were sure your dad would feel the same way. But this wasn’t any other situation and damn didn’t you wish it was.
“Dad, pops, the rest of you guys, stay away or he’ll kill yo-” you quickly cut yourself off as your family watches you shift your stance and steel yourself for the inevitable blow.
The fist that slams towards you deflect with a bladed arm you manage to suppress your grunt of pain and appear unaffected, barely flinching as it paled slightly from the contact.
“How-? You haven’t eaten since Three Streams!” Anti-Venom snarled at you in rage and shock
You huff out a laugh, a mocking sound meant to taunt, to get him to slip “I’m stronger without that place to shackle me.”
“Oh how cute.” he mocked back “Did your ‘family’ tell you to listen to your heart? Be who you are on the inside?” voicing turning to a snarl he grinned at you. “We both know they’ll throw you out once you’ve served your purpose.”
You grab a concrete slab that the two of you had knocked loose in one of your earlier brawls and slam it around, smashing it into his stomach.
He barely even flinched as the concrete crumbles against him. “They said so themselves, you don’t mean anything to them, to anyone. Just accept your fate. Let me finish my mission.”
“I didn’t mean that! Ven, I’m sorry!” spiderman shouted and sobbed all at once through your coms, you tried not to wince at the loud volume.
“What is it with you and fucking missions? And what does it matter anyway?” you ask calmly with a tilt of your head. “What does it matter to you Oliver, Anti-Venom, if I am tossed aside? It’s what you’ve always wanted.”
“So then let me kill you! Let me finish! You’re already half-dead anyways!”
“Am I?” you were stalling now, desperate to buy the time you needed.
“Like I said you haven’t eaten in thirteen years! And you think you can hold your own against me? I was designed to kill you! You’re already dying anyways! I’m sure you can feel it, the dead weight left arm isn’t so great now is it?”
That drew a horrified sound from your dad’s throat, he knew the warped version of yourself, the creature, the monster, you were fighting was designed to kill you, but seeing it for himself? Hearing the monster confirm it? It finally sank in. You had never really shied away from any sort of fight in the past, no matter the damage you sustained you always brushed it aside, so to see someone land a hit that stuck? it was disturbing, and being able to do nothing about it was traumatizing.
Smiling, you let the bloodthirstiness that you’d never embraced drip into your voice “I haven’t killed in thirteen years. That doesn’t mean I haven't eaten. I am not that stupid.”
“W-what?” he managed to force out a confused sounded growl if that was even possible, oh if only he knew you smiled to yourself.
“I honestly am disappointed.” you sigh dramatically, quickly catching a punch ignoring the burning that spreads up your arm at the contact, ignoring the damage. “You’re off your game man, but I'll give you partial credit.”
“You were always tough but we both know that you aren’t any more! You’re already dying!” he ranted as he rips your dead-weight left arm out of its socket with a tendril you missed, any healthy black remaining was poisoned, paling to a light ashy grey, almost white. “SO STOP FUCKING PRETENDING!”
The roar of pain you let out is instinctual and slightly feral and it rips into the avenger’s heart, even in the thick of battle your pain was never this clear.
Taking the opening he left you, you quickly stabbed a metal pole you managed to find through the top of his head and down his spinal cord. I wouldn’t kill him but it would give you a few minutes to get to your family one last time.
“Yet you're the one getting all worked up over nothing, you've changed too you know.” You lean close like you're whispering a secret but he and the whole team could hear you loud and clear “If I’m getting weak at least I’m not the only one.”
Pushing up and off with your legs and good arm you give your wings a boost, flying to the quinjet you duck inside and collapse to your knees upon impact.
You felt your fathers rush to kneel beside you and they each cautiously lay a hand on your back with no reaction. But a loose shake of your shoulder made you hiss in pain and look up, white eyes finding worried faces before meeting white lenses. “Ven?” he spoke softly like you were a frightened animal.
“Yeah, Spidey?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don't be.”
“Wha-?”
The team watched as the black tendrils drew up and away from you, revealing your battered body and shattered arm, but what really caused the collective gasp it evoked was when the tendrils didn’t sink into the helmet like they always had, but rather settled as a loose necklace as the top peeled away to reveal Y/H/C and a tired pair of Y/E/C eyes staring up at all of them with a pained smile.
Leaning into your fathers’ gentle support you repeated the phrase you had sent weeks prior in the video “I forgive you, pete.”
Ripping his mask off you saw the familiar hazel eyes and the mop of brown hair you’d become so fond of, “Y/N?”
“Surprise.” You said with a genuine smile, despite the exhaustion that still lingered at the edges, it served its purpose as a reassurance.
“Ven- Y/N/N- what?”
Forcing yourself to move you stood, your armor wrapping itself back down to support your frame you barely managed to muffle the grunt of pain it caused you but it didn’t matter. You’d deal with it when it was over.
“Ok listen,” you began and watch all of them tense. “I’ve got like 10 seconds before that guy down there is gonna be ready to try and kill me again so I’ve gotta make this quick. Cool? Cool. So whatever you do, don’t interfere no matter how bad it looks, I’m not gonna die but it’s gonna be risky and if I get distracted I will die and hopefully, no one wants that.”
You scan all their faces and smile in a way that's hopefully reassuring but not in the false overly bright and suspicious way that had people thinking you were about to do something incredibly risky and stupid. Because why on earth would you ever do that?
You managed to get a few nods so taking advantage of the stunned silence you pecked your dad and pops on the cheek, and then mentally arguing with yourself you said fuck it and kissed peter too.
Then since you truly were your fathers’ daughter you jumped off the quinjet, without a parachute.
You unfurled your wings as you landed, your head still exposed.
You were standing fully upright once more just as the metal beam clattered to the ground in front of you. You probably should’ve eliminated him while you still had the chance but there was no way your family was going to see all of you for the first time just because of the douchebag that was now snarling at you with pure unbridled monstrous rage.
He charged forward, and you took a deep breath and braced yourself.
Then despite the horror, you were sure your family was in you let Venom completely melt away.
The sight of you looking at him, covered in cuts and bruises with a shattered arm yet still unbroken, seemed to spur him on even faster, damaging his true body in his efforts to get to and eliminate you.
With an unspoken challenge in your eyes, you stood your ground.
30 feet.
20.
10.
5.
His arm stretched towards you, white claws extending for your throat.
Just as they grazed your throat you smiled.
Gotcha.