Capítulo 87: Chapter 5: Venom Returns
Chapter Five: Venom Returns.
Harry's smile widened as he addressed the group of girls that was standing before him. Lorna, Alison, and Atlee showed up first. Kitty, Rogue, Kara, and Laura joining the party shortly after as well. Though the wizard kept his eyes on the athletic blonde woman who stood before him.
"So, you found someone to pick up the slack?" Laura asked, pleased with this development. Although she hoped that the new teacher would be able to keep up with these girls. She knocked them around in order to teach them a bit of a lesson. She was holding back a lot but their enemies wouldn't hold back at all. Harry encouraged it, so Laura would not feel too bad about taking these steps.
Some of the girls became more skilled fighters because of it, another reason why Laura did not feel too broken up about brutally knocking them around. That being said, she turned towards Harry, waiting for his response.
"Yes, Laura, I've found a physical education teacher and defense teacher. I can tell you that she's more than qualified. She's also adept at a multitude of fighting styles," Harry commented to her, he'd given Dinah a heads up of what was going on with the school before they left his office.
Given the circles she said her mother hang out in and she grew up around, it was nothing that really surprised her.
"Right, this is going to be just a session where I get to know your abilities, but first, I feel that a little sparring session is in order. I find that it gets everything nice and limber before we get to work," Dinah told them and then girls all nodded, they were not going to argue this point. She turned around and saw Laura standing there. "Laura, isn't it?"
"Yes," the young mutant with the codename of Talon stated as she closed her eyes and smiled.
"Would you like to volunteer?" Dinah asked.
Laura was amused at the daring of this woman but if Harry hand selected her, she could be a challenge. So she eagerly anticipated it.
Kara smiled, she had been knocked around by Laura a few times, so she was quite interested in seeing how this went. Plus, it allowed her to watch the new gym teacher in tight black spandex pants, the fact she was an incredibly gorgeous blonde as well only increasing her interest. If Harry did not add this one to his collective, she felt that he was losing his touch.
Funnily enough, Kitty and Rogue had similar thoughts in mind and they were far from alone.
Lorna watched alongside the other girls as Laura stepped up to the plate. She had only stopped by the visit the school, mostly for her lessons with Harry. Yet, there was a sense where Laura was someone that can more than hold her own in a fight and she was a bit intimidated by the girl who was the best in the world at what she did and looked much better than Wolverine at doing it.
"Sure, why not," Laura offered in a dismissive voice, trying to play it calm.
Although there was a feral part in her that hungered, that longed for, that sought a certain challenge. From what she'd been able to catch of this woman's scent, she could tell that she kept herself in good shape. She had amazing stamina and she could go the distance in many respects.
Those would be qualifies that would serve her well in a number of ways. That much Laura understood for sure. Regardless of that fact, she cracked her knuckles and prepared herself for battle. Her tight stomach inhaled and exhaled as she locked eyes onto the adversary in front of her.
"I'm ready to begin when you are," Dinah commented.
Laura smiled, then she pounced throwing a straight punch towards the blond woman's head with a growl. Dinah avoided her attack by side stepping it at the last moment then grabbing hold of Laura's arm she nailed her in the stomach with a hard punch that drove the air from her lungs, then proceeded to throw her hard to the mat. Laura hit the ground face first with a hard thud.
It didn't really hurt her, thanks to her pain tolerance training while under the tender mercy of Weapon X, there was precious little that could hurt Laura for long that she couldn't shrug off, but her pride, oh her pride had taken a beating. She managed to pull herself up to a standing position, holding onto her side and keeping her eyes locked fiercely onto the adversary before her.
"Okay, let's try that again," Laura commented with a growl. She was not about to be shown up, not in front of all of these other members of the Collective, whether they be future or present.
The dark haired woman braced herself and lunged herself at her enemy with an attack. In this case a viscous hay maker she put all of her weight behind. Once again, Dinah dodged the attack with swift precision by flipping over top of Laura's head then landing in a low crouch she swept the dark haired teen's legs out from under her causing her to once more go crashing hard to the ground. The golden haired woman stood to her feet letting out her breath evenly as she did.
"That wasn't bad, but the problem is that you're telegraphing your attacks and throwing too much of your anger into them," Dinah informed the dark haired mutant and Laura's head snapped up. "It's not a bad thing, not necessarily but it could lead to a lot of problems against a skilled opponent."
Laura folded her arms, she tried to keep her head up but she was struggling to do so. The young girl found her way back to her feet.
She took a deep breath, she was going to get this time, she could feel it.
Atlee was new to all of this so she turned to Kara with a question.
"So are things normally this exciting here?" Atlee asked Kara.
Kara smiled. "No, this is one of the slower days, actually."
Atlee smiled, something told her that she was going to enjoy her time in this world. Then again, she was just coming out of her shell and becoming a part of this world, a brand new one at that.
So the sky was going to be the limit for her.
Harry slipped off to one side, he had a meeting and he figured with Dinah there, she would be able to lead the class without any problems.
He made his way to his office, where the dark skinned beauty waited for him. Her arms hung from her sides.
"I do apologize for postponing the meeting last week," Ororo told Harry. "We're still feeling the burn from what happened."
"I think we all are," Harry offered her, he could tell that Ororo was frustrated that their regular meeting did not take place as scheduled. "Everything is fine at the school, Atlee and Lorna are settling in nicely."
"Oh, the two new students," Ororo commented with a smile. "I'm sure that many more females are quite willing to join you, especially from that academy of Emma's."
"Well many have expressed interest, yes," Harry told the woman as he decided to cut to the chase, as they made their way into his office. "It's all about building up the right amount of anticipation in their minds and then exceeding all those expectations."
"If nothing else, you exceed many expectations," Ororo commented to him.
"Careful, or my head won't be able to fit through the door," Harry warned her as the two of them sat down in his office. "How are things in Xavierland?"
"Actually much smoothly then you would guess," Ororo offered with a smile. "Scott's really been stepping it up as team leader as of late. I'm guessing the Apocalypse and Zod situation put a shock into him, and he's been trying to think outside the box."
"Well good for him," Harry offered, he didn't really spare a moment of time thinking about Scott Summers.
"He's even contradicting Charles a few times, which would have been unheard of previously," Ororo offered Harry and he smiled.
"Fascinating," Harry commented to the dark skinned beauty as he leaned back on the chair. This seemed a bit out of character for Summers but he supposed that things could change. "So, you're doing well, I take it?"
"Very well, thank you," Ororo told him. "And I've noticed that your company is about ready to overtake the company formerly known as OsCorp and Fisk Industries in the business rankings
Harry smiled, although he heard rumblings that OsCorp would be folded into LuthorCorp. With Norman Osborn currently a guest of Ravencroft and Harry Osborn in a SHIELD facility practically unresponsive after the symbiote, it left the path open for Luthor Junior and Senior to take control.
"Yes, I've been busy," Harry informed her with a smile.
Harry grabbed Ororo by the waist as both of them stood up. Now that business was out of the way, they could get onto the real reason for these meetings.
Harry pulled her into a long kiss, which she returned. Their tongues battling back and forth for dominance.
Ororo brought her arms against his waist, pulling him into her and he returned fire with a deep kiss of his own.
The real fun was about to begin.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
Harry had Ororo pinned back against the desk, sliding the jacket that she was wearing off of her. The woman lifted her hips up, breathing heavily as Harry worked his hands beneath her waistband and explored her moist folds.
"Oh, that's a good spot," Ororo breathed hungrily as Harry worked his fingers beneath her waistband and pressed his fingers against her clit. "That's a really good spot."
"You know you love it," Harry whispered to her in a breathy voice.
"Yes….love it….a lot," Ororo panted as Harry pulled her pants down to reveal a pair of lacy white panties that contrasted with her skin. The real contrast was how much they soaked through, showing him her arousal, which he pressed against.
"Yes, I know," Harry informed her as he played with her lips and the dark skinned woman panted, more juices spilling from her nether regions.
Her panties were pulled down and she was naked from the waist down. Harry's tongue briefly teased her slit and caused her moans to escalate.
'Jean, meet me in ten minutes,' Harry projected to one of his bonded as he started to lick Ororo's center, causing her to moan and writhe underneath his talented tongue.
Ororo felt his talented tongue in her pussy and she bucked her hips up to meet his probing motions into her. The dark skinned woman felt his actions go around her. The woman twitched her pussy up towards him and Harry delved into her, using his tongue going deeper into her.
"More, Harry," Ororo breathed as she paused as he licked her into submission.
"Time to return the favor," Harry breathed after he came up from her hot box for air.
"Naturally," Ororo commented in a lustful tone as she grabbed his hard rod and started to pump him hungrily.
She placed his throbbing length between her lips and started to ram her mouth down around his pole.
Harry placed his hands around her, removing the blouse that she was wearing. Her DD Cup breasts were a delight to play with and Harry ran his hands underneath them causing her moans to escalate as she hungrily sucked on his phallus.
Ororo loved to suck Harry's cock, it was twelve inches long and really thick. She thought that she wanted all of it down her mouth, down her throat. She could not get enough of it.
Harry found her breasts wrapped around his cock to be a treat, as Ororo proceeded to give Harry an amazing tit fuck. She worked her breasts up and down his rock hard shaft. His balls slapped against against her chest as she kissed the tip of his head.
The dark flesh wrapped around him was amazing, it was so soft yet so firm. She wrapped her tits around him and worked his large pole up and down him.
"Damn, Ororo," Harry panted as he felt her tit flesh go around him, wrapping him up as she plunged up and down onto him. The woman was really working him over. Harry grunted as she continued to work him up and down.
"Enjoying that, babe," Ororo panted as she brought his dick deep between her luscious lips.
Harry was having his pole worked up and down, getting even harder but he was ready for the main event of the evening. His throbbing length hungered to be inside her and Ororo stroked him up and down, working him even harder.
Ororo pushed back and caused the wind to blow in the office. She pushed herself up.
She felt the rush of Harry's cock going into her.
"Oh, you're so blessed," Ororo moaned as she felt her walls stretch as Harry worked himself into her inch by inch.
Harry worked himself up, meeting her efforts stroke for stroke. She used her tight and warm walls to wrap around him, bouncing up and down
His pole pushed between her walls as she sank up and down on him, riding his cock like it could cure all of the ills of the world, well that was what made it so delightful.
"Oh, yes, so good, so talented," Ororo panted as Harry's hard rod slid between her tightening walls. She contracted around him as Harry kept pumping himself into her heated mound.
The woman's eyes closed tight as Harry pushed between her legs and she kept rocking herself around him. Her hips rotated and she speared down onto him. Her tight box squeezed Harry's engorged pole, giving both of them the satisifacation that they desired. It was a moment in time where both of them were losing themselves to the fond.
His hand groped her breast, feeling it, tasting it.
"More," Ororo breathed as her dark box wrapped around his tool.
She was so tight that Harry grunted as he maneuvered around in her. The goddess was working his pole over something fierce and she squeezed around him. Her breasts swayed before his eyes and Harry handled them with tender loving care, wrapping his hands around them.
Harry played with her breast, with Ororo rocked onto him, riding him like a madwoman.
The jolts of pleasure passed through her body as her mind was rocked with the sensations that caused measure to many. She kept breathing in and out. The woman's walls tightened around him as Harry pushed up in between walls with Harry bringing his rock hard member between her tightening walls.
Harry cupped her nice breasts, with the young woman squeezing her walls against him. The walls tightened around him as she squeezed him and rocked her hips up and down. Harry grabbed her lovely breasts which bounced a bit more in his hands.
"Mmm, yeah, oh yeah," Ororo panted as she had another orgasm that made her black out.
Jean was there, dressed in a white top and a tight black skirt that fit around her sexy ass.
"Seems to me you're overdressed," Harry told Jean and Jean closed her eyes, using her Phoenix force abilities to shed the garments from her. The ashes fell down to the ground.
"I think that's more than perfect," Jean offered as she watched her mate pull out.
Ororo was back on the desk, her legs spread and Jean kneeled over her, her ass swaying before Harry's ass.
Harry grabbed her pussy and cupped it, sending jolts up her body. Her pussy lips were explored as Harry created a delicious heat with his fingers. She drooled from both sets of lips as Harry continued to work into her.
"In me, in me," Jean breathed as her pussy burned with desire and Harry grabbed her around the hips, aiming his huge cock towards her.
All twelve inches of him went into her. Jean's walls expanded with Harry working his member into her walls, ramming him into her tight center.
Jean's eyes widened as Harry pulled all the way of her and he rammed all the way into her.
She felt Harry's meat push between her walls and they closed around him. The woman's eyes closed as Harry worked into her from behind. The woman's walls wrapped around him, with Harry working into her.
Harry felt her tightening hot pussy wrapped around his probing tool. His green eyes flowed with desire as he felt her velvety center hug his invading cock.
"That's it, oh keep eating her cunt," Harry encouraged Jean as he cupped her breasts for emphasis and encouragement which caused the redhead to whimper with desire. His dick speared between her walls with Harry plunging his member deeper into her. He twisted her nipples which increased her pleasure.
Jean felt the encouragement and she drove her warm tongue into Ororo's juicy pussy, eyes closed with erotic desire as she kept licking around her quim.
Ororo shuddered as she felt Jean's tongue. She was in a threesome with two extremely powerful mutants and being one herself, she was amazed by the sensations that coursed through her body. Jean's tongue was extremely talented.
"I think she's back to life," Harry breathed as another one appeared.
Harry had Ororo pinned back on the desk and with another fluid motion slammed his rock hard dick between her walls.
"By the gods!" Ororo moaned as Harry worked his magic on her.
"No, better," Harry breathed as he worked into her from above.
Ororo felt herself wilt underneath Harry, feeling the pleasure of him going between her. Her pussy, her body, it succumbed to his actions. Each thrust into her, his large penis, she craved him burying it between her legs. The woman grabbed onto Harry, and moaned as her legs were worked over. He grabbed her ass and then moved up to cup and kiss on her breasts. His hands and mouth were all over her body, overwhelming Ororo's mind with great sensations.
Jean felt her body heat up in more ways than one as Harry explored it. Every nook and cranny was ran over with his hands as Jean felt the fire flow through her legs. The redhead closed her eyes as Harry plunged his hardness between her thighs. The redhead panted with Harry working into her from behind. Each thrust brought her more amazing sensations.
The redhead's eyes closed shut as Harry continued to work himself into her. He worked deeper between her walls as Jean grabbed onto the edge of the table.
"About to cum!" both versions of Harry shouted.
They were amazed with how long he could go, not that they should be, because they knew that for a long time.
Jean's pussy was worked into from behind as she bit down on her lip. Her face was filled with more pleasure than ever before as Harry kept hammering into her from behind. His dick slid between her walls, working in and out of her.
"Cum in me, oh shoot your load in me, stud!" Jean begged him.
She wanted her womb coated in his sticky gooiness, she bent down in the pose of desire.
Ororo's eyes flashed as she got his hard rod between her legs once more. The woman panted even heavier as Harry kept plunging into her.
His balls tightened in both girls and Jean's telepathy allowed them to experience the shared orgasm that rocked their bodies.
Smut/Lemon Ends.
Eddie Brock waited with eager anticipation, it had been a long nine month period since he was put in Ravencroft. It was nearly up to ten months but that was beside the point. The point was that he was nearly free and he would return back into civilization. His therapy had gone well along with his rehabilitation. The disgraced photographer turned his head off to one side and to the other as he lifted weights, he was off the juice as well and had been able to more or less build himself back up to what he'd been in his prime before he started. He wanted to keep his body busy, along with his mind.
"Good day, Mr. Brock."
Eddie looked up and saw a weedy looking man standing there in the shadows. He had slimy black hair and wore a thick pair of spectacles.
"Doctor Hamilton," Brock told him and the man in front of him nodded. "Is it the fifteenth already?"
"Yes, Edward, it is," Barton Hamilton, the head psychiatrist at Ravencroft, commented as he placed his hands on the edge of the door to his cell.
Thankfully Brock's cell mate was asleep, which was a good thing. His cell mate was the type of person who would try to kill a person with a rusty bed spring just because he looked at him cross eyed. Or because he thought it would be fun. Mostly because he thought it would be fun.
"So, I guess that's it, doc," Brock offered as he let out the long and lengthy whistle.
"Indeed, Edward, indeed," Hamilton commented. Brock's eyes were wide with anticipation and he was trying not to seem too anxious. The last thing that he wanted was for his hopes to be dashed.
"Well, you're giddier than a school girl," his cell mate stated with a mocking laugh. "Oh, you'd be a lot safer in here than you're out there, you're going to be amongst the sheep. They're like little lambs man! Being lead off to the slaughter."
The man had wild red hair and he rocked back and forth like the crazed lunatic that he was. His teeth spread into a wide smile that got even wilder.
"Mr. Kassady, perhaps one day if you work hard, you can be free as well," Hamilton offered to him with a smile on his face but the crazed man responded to that by offering another loud round of mocking laughter.
"Man! None of us are truly free! None of us are! We're just cogs in the system, big brother out there manipulates all of us! He told me the truth man! He looked into my eyes one day and set me free! He'll set all of us free one day! You'll see," Kassady stated as he stepped forward but an ankle bracelet gave him a shock which put him back in line.
"You were warned about such behavior, Cletus," Hamilton told him as Kassady gave Hamilton a death glare. If the precautions were not taken then he would have run amuck on everyone.
Kassady sank back onto his bed to stare up at the ceiling. A poster of a pale faced man with wild green hair with a permanent rictus grin dressed in a purple suit was put up over his bed.
Hamilton was always interested in the crazed criminal element, mostly those criminals who went up against Spider-Man. The Web Slinger had a colorful gallery of enemies, some of which fell into those gimmicks thanks to them running afoul of the Web Head when they were mundane and petty thieves.
Hamilton was interested in learning what made Spider-Man tick but there was one members of his rogue's gallery that he was extremely interested in having a word with. It was unfortunate that he had been denied all access to Mr. Osborn, although Osborn was not mentally able to respond to much after the fiasco a few weeks ago.
"Well, Eddie, I have to congratulate you on your progress," Hamilton stated as he walked forward with the young man. "All of the tests, physical and mental came back positive."
"As long as Venom doesn't come back into the picture, Eddie Brock should have a very productive life," Hamilton stated as he extended his hands with the papers that indicated Brock's clean bill of health. "Remember, you're on probation for the next year, if you step one toe out of line…."
"I know, I don't want to cause any trouble," Brock told Hamilton.
"I'm just ready to get back to a normal life, without my other getting involved," Eddie commented.
Eddie smiled, he was ready for the rest of his life, it started tonight.
He walked out of Ravencroft, knowing now that he was a free man. He made his way to a car where the one and only Vince Brayman was waiting.
"Eddie! Baby! It's good to see that you're back!" Brayman yelled. "I tell you what! I! Vince Brayman! Am going to make you bigger than ever before, even though that Venom act, that stuffed things up a lot for you. But! The sky is the limit for Eddie Brock and Vince Brayman. I tell you want baby, it's going to be all about you, and we're going straight to…."
"I don't want anything to do with your type of grandstanding, Brayman," Brock told him with a gruff tone to his voice as he grabbed the man and shoved him off. The only thing that man was good for was bounced checks and it was borderline difficult at best to get him on the telephone.
"Hey, listen here! Brock! I don't know if you remember, but I took you from the sewers and made you the man that you are today," Brayman said in a furious voice, looking like an overgrown cartoon character in the process as he tried to stare down Brock,
"I know what you did, Brayman," Brock said to the man.
Brock knew how this man's actions nearly brought him down. He was not about to give into temptation ever again, Eddie Brock was a proud man, he was going to stand tall, and he was going to do the right thing, no matter how it felt.
"You don't know what I can do for you! I can make you bigger than ever before or I could ruin your life," Brayman said to Brock but the man grabbed Brayman by the tie. "Hey, hands off! You monkey, or I'll call my lawyers. And you'll be locked back up in the nuthouse with all of the other freaks for the rest of your life."
Brock relaxed his grip.
"You ain't worth it," Brock growled and Brayman said something to him.
"You ain't worth much either Brock! You ain't worth shit! You're nothing but a third rate photographer, do you think Jameson or anyone else is going to give you a job?" Brayman asked.
Brock turned around and his eyes dilated, with the pupils going a rather alien black.
"Whoa there, Eddie, I didn't mean…."
"You're barking up the wrong tree now, bitch," Brock growled as he grabbed Brayman around the neck and hoisted him up off the ground.
"Hey, Brock, remember, I can put you back in the nuthouse! You work for me! I made you! I made you! LISTEN HERE BITCH I MADE…."
Brock plowed Brayman into the closest garbage can and put the lid on it.
"You didn't make us!" Brock growled as his voice echoed. He kicked the garbage can with Brayman in it and caused it to roll down a hill. "WE MADE US!"
Brock turned around and the ringing in his head grew more prominent.
'Did you think that we would forsaken you Eddie?' the voice asked. 'No, together we are one, together, we are back. WE ARE VENOM!'
A man in the shadows watched all of this transpire before him from his office window with a smug smile across his face.
"The experiment is going well," Hamilton stated after he dialed up his mysterious contact on the phone.
"And the funds will be transferred into your account as promised, Doctor Hamilton," the sleek and sinister voice said. He was interested in the Symbiote which is why he managed to obtain enough strands to replicate it and when the time was right, Hamilton arranged for Brock to be infected once more.
Venom would return, but the Symbiote was about ready to spawn something far more dangerous.
"So, these guys are from Gotham City, right?" Spider-Man asked as he swung across the buildings as Harry flew next to him.
The hero dropped down to the ground and heard the loud screams.
"Yes," Harry told him simply as he held his hands up. The shattered glass from the door was scattered all over the ground and he saw Spider-Man swinging back and forth on a web line.
"Yeah, that's about right," Spider-Man commented as he turned around. He didn't want to say anything, but Gotham City was a place that he did not want to visit. Not because of the crime, but because it was in New Jersey and far too close to those douchebags on the Shore for his liking. The Web Slinger thought that New York was insane but the insanity in the city did not compare to that of Gotham.
The Web Slinger dropped to the ground and he brought in a breath then let it out slowly. He held his head up to look at them.
'Well, there's all sorts….is that a person in a pig mask?' Spider-Man thought as he let out a long sigh and reminded himself of one thing. 'Yeah, I know, Gotham City, but the point still stands, it really does stand, there's a lot of insanity out there.'
A large man, at least everyone assumed it was a man, stood there before them, holding a large bone saw in his hand. He was dressed in a blue suit with a blue overcoat over top it, both of a Victorian make. The more particular thing about him was a pig mask that covered his face.
His companion was even more insane looking. He wore a hat over his head, along with a nice stylish suit, looking like an old time Englishman. He had a monocle that was stuck in his eye and he turned around to face a group of women who backed off.
He was also a toad with a British accent.
"I say! Roderick Kingsley has committed crimes against the animal community," the pig man stated as he stepped towards them.
"Not to mention your crimes against fashion," the toad man stated as he looked them over and shook his head, making a tutting sound. They made worse fashion choices than his ex-wife, Dolores. Gods, all of that pink. "Ghastly, absolutely ghastly."
"Well, you're fashion sense isn't much better, you know?"
The two criminals turned around and saw the Web Slinger swinging in through an open window.
"You have no room whatsoever to talk, my friend," the toad scoffed as he got a good look at what the Web Head was wearing.
"And just who are you supposed to be?" the pig man asked.
"You must be new, because I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," the web head commented, taking a bow.
"Professor Pyg, at your service, and this is my assistant, Mr. Toad," Pyg stated as the toad with the monocle nodded his head.
"Charmed," Mr. Toad commented dryly as he watched Spider-Man.
"Yeah, well that's up for a lot of debate," Spider-Man commented as he stood to face the two of them.
"Mr. Toad, won't you greet our clever friend properly?" Professor Pyg said as he turned around. "He appears to have a mental issue where he disrespects his elders. Surely corrective therapy is needed."
"Naturally," Mr. Toad commented with a smile as he opened his mouth wide and a sonic blast from his mouth impacted the chest of the Web Slinger.
There was a huge bang as Spider-Man was sent flying by the blast. The Web Slinger latched onto a nearby chair with his web line in hopes of breaking his momentum.
'Arcane, you were right behind me, why aren't you right here?' Spider-Man asked as he dodged an attempt by one of his opponents to drill him in the head with a drill. Thankfully his Spider sense clued him in on that one.
"Come on and play," Mr. Toad stated as he opened his mouth and let out another sonic blast.
"Bad breath and loud, that's not a good combination," Spider-Man said as he webbed his mouth shut.
"I do hope that that's non-toxic," Professor Pyg stated as he rushed forward and knocked Spider-Man to the ground with a huge roundhouse right.
For a guy in a pig mask, he packed a punch.
Arcane sped all of the hostages out of the way while Spider-Man was playing tag with the toad and the pig. The two of them were determined to take him out and potentially dissect him later.
"My health insurance play doesn't cover something like that!" Spider-Man yelled as he dodged the bone saw that nearly sliced into him.
"A pity, guess you're going to have to pay out of pocket," Professor Pyg stated as he tried to nail Spider-Man with a surgical saw but the web head dodged it. Again and again, but the arachnid themed hero was one step ahead of him.
Arcane used his heat vision to cause the tool to melt in his hand. This allowed Spider-Man to wrap his web lining around him.
"Oh, you think you're so clever, don't you?" Mr. Toad asked as he opened his mouth, having removed the webbing from it and tried to deliver another sonic attack.
Harry put up a wall which reflected it causing the energy blast to knock him back.
"So….did we win?" Spider-Man asked but Professor Pyg pulled out a really huge needle.
"Time to put you under, boy," Pyg stated as he tried to jam Spider-Man with the needle.
A flying baterang nailed him in the hand as a dark figure dropped down to the ground.
'Well, Batwoman, who would have thought it?' Harry asked with a smile and he made note of her quick movements as she moved forwards to try and take out her enemy.
Helena Wayne trained herself to think multiple steps ahead of an enemy. She needed to keep ahead of them no matter what. She flipped up over the head of the enemy as he tried to stab her with the same needle that he previously tried to attack Spider-Man with.
She nailed him with a series of punches to the face and followed it up with a roundhouse kick which took him down.
Pyg knocked out and hog tied in no time flat after that.
"We could have taken care of that," Arcane told Batwoman who shrugged.
"It's like looking into some kind of weird fun-house mirror, only with sexual tension," Peter commented and then he got two really dangerous death glares. "That only proves my point, but yeah I'll shut up now."
"You could have, but I tracked them all the way from Gotham City, although one of your problems has affected the city," Helena told him and Peter was surprised.
"What do you mean one my problems?" the Web Slinger asked, curiosity dripping into his voice.
Helena was only too happy to inform him. "The Master Planner's Gang, they made their way into Gotham City. They've set up shop for the long term as well."
Spider-Man offered a prominent whistle, of course they had. It had been nearly a year since the Master Planner had started although the web head was no closer in figuring out the master plan of the Master Planner now then he was when he started over a year ago.
"I saw Pyg and Toad, figured that I'd bring them in," Batwoman concluded.
Arcane smiled, she had not disclosed her identity with him, at least not officially. However, they both knew that Harry knew, Harry knew a lot.
"Spider-Man, thank you!"
There was a loud rumbling sound outside that caused Spider-Man to run out of the room. He wondered why he was being thanked and sure enough, he found out soon enough.
'Oh no,' the web slinger thought as the man known as Venom showed up.
Two crooks nearly smothered in webbing were hanging upside down from a nearby lamp post.
Harry turned up, with a frown. He figured that something like this would have happened, ever since he heard that Eddie Brock was let out of Ravencroft a week ago.
"What are you doing Brock?" Spider-Man asked.
"That man saved me!" one of the women yelled.
There were nods of agreement from the nearby bystanders who had witnessed the event taking place.
"Just being a better Spider-Man than you can be, Web Head!" Venom yelled. "What's the matter, are you jealous of us?"
'Jealous no, suspicious, yes,' Spider-man thought as he turned towards him.
"What's your game?"
Venom turned around to face the person who asked that question and found himself face to face with Lois Lane, who always seemed to be there when trouble was about to occur. Hell half the time she seemed to be responsible for it starting in the first place.
"Lois! Good to see you again, yeah, I know we got off to a bad start last time, but I forgive you for what you did!" Venom said as he held out a hand to show that there was no hard feelings. Lois didn't take the bait. "Well, you need to know, there is a new hero in town, and the Fantastic Four, the Avengers, Spider-Man, the X-Men, Arcane and his little group, and everyone else better move aside because we are here, and we are Venom!"
Venom did this weird shuffling dance from one foot to another like he was a boxer while rolling his shoulders and then swung off without another word.
Harry was suspicious, well to be fair Harry was always suspicious, but he didn't think that Brock could make this much of a turnaround this soon. He knew that he was too much of an ego to do the hero thing for all of the right reasons.
"So, maybe he's changed?" Spider-Man whispered and Arcane gave him a look which caused him to shudder. "And maybe I'm an idiot for falling for that."
Harry didn't say anything, he'd sooner wait to see how this all played out.
Eddie Brock was getting a fair amount of publicity for the fact that he saved a group of people from what appeared to be the Master Planner's gang. There were a lot of people who ate up the story of someone turning over a new leaf.
There was one man who did not buy it however.
"Ha, Brock, that's a good one, useful good for nothing, if he isn't in this for the glory and to show up that wall crawling reprobate, I'll eat my hat!"
Lois who was standing outside of the office, overheard that remark. Then again, if she was standing in China, she'd be able to overhear Jameson making that remark. She responded with a quip. "I'd pay to see that."
Jameson acting like he didn't hear her or maybe he did, it was hard to tell. "What was that, Lane?"
Lois straightened up immediately, it was time to get serious and quite frankly more business like. The reporter turned to Jameson, half of a smile etched on her face. "Well, sir, maybe Brock has…."
"I know what you're going to say, Lane, and you know you that don't believe it any more than I don't believe it," Jameson said to her as he slammed his fist down on the desk. "And tell Parker when he gets in here, that he's fired."
"Technically you already fired Peter, two days ago, when he failed to get you pictures, pictures of Spider-Man," Betty commented dryly as she was passing by.
Jameson managed to recover rather quickly after hearing this and he swallowed the lump in his throat. "Well, get Parker in here and re-hire him! Because I need pictures, pictures of Spider-Man."
"What did you need again?" Betty asked. Neither her nor Lois was going to say that he lacked the authority to fire Peter due to Harry being able to override him.
"DAMN IT, I NEED PICTURES OF SPIDER-MAN!" Jameson bellowed and Betty smiled at that with a nod.
"One would think that he had a stalker obsession with the Web Slinger," Lois offered with a smile, there was amusement that was dancing through her eyes.
"Yes, Lois, one would think that?"
Lois gave out a startled yelp then turned and saw Harry standing there. She tried to remain dignified, although given that it was Lois Lane, she was not doing a good job at it.
"Hi, Betty," Harry said to the other woman standing there, more or less staring at him from where she stood next to Lois.
Betty shook her head, the tight leather pants that Harry was wearing today was distracting her but Betty managed to come back out of dream land. She took in a deep breath and then let another breath out. "Harry, how are you doing?"
"Just checking up on business," Harry said and then he turned to both of the females. "So has Brock come by here yet?"
Lois shook her head. "No, you'd figure that since he has the suit back, he'd be out for revenge."
"Well, Spider-Man is at the top of the revenge list, as you are," Harry told Lois and she threw her hands into the air, while her shaking her head.
"Brock told me that he forgave me for what I did," Lois offered as she threw her head back in exasperation. "Can you believe that?"
"With Brock, you'd be surprised what I could believe," Harry remarked dryly as he brought his hands up to the top of his head but then dropped them down to his side. He was beginning to get a headache from trying to figure out the motivations of everyone he had to deal with.
"Yeah, that's true, Brock seems to think that what happened to him, is somehow my fault," Lois offered as she gritted in teeth with a pained grimace. "I would ask you if you could believe that, but I think it's been established that there's very little that you don't believe."
"Yes, I've seen a lot," Harry said to her.
'Yeah, I know you have,' Lois offered with a frustrated thought to herself. She did wish that Harry would admit who he was, so she didn't have to admit that she was fooled all of this time. She refused to think that she was not stubborn enough to allow Harry to get the better of her. 'You know, we can play this game for months, Potter, and I'm going to be the winner.'
Harry smiled, he could sense all of these thoughts. Betty could sense that Harry and Lois were going to have a moment so she found an excuse to make an exit to get some work done.
"So, I've got a few files that I need to collect, Mr. Jameson is going to have a kitten if I don't find them soon," Betty told him and Harry nodded.
"Right, talk to you later, Betty," Harry offered her with a smile.
It was the type of smile that caused women to lose all semblance of what she was doing.
"Hey, Iris, what's the rush?" Harry asked as he saw Iris heading off at the speed of light.
"The Master Planner and his gang, they knocked off a huge shipment of tech," Iris commented as she closed her eyes. She had been no closer to figuring out who the Master Planner was and what his Master Plan than anyone else.
She had been no closer to figuring out who the Master Planner was and what his Master Plan was more so than anyone else.
Harry was interested in this information, because the last three times that the Master Planner's gang had been seen, Venom had been there as well. There was a lot of things that was clicking into place within Harry's mind. He was starting to figure out what Brock's game was.
The symbiote, out of some kind demented, disturbing rationalization, had tried to do what it could to make Peter jealous. Now the symbiote was doing what it thought would allow it to be a better Spider-Man and that could end badly.
Harry made his way outside of the Bugle after saying a quick goodbye to Lois. He caught Spider-Man hanging upside down from a light post across the street and the web head turned towards him fully.
"Any luck?"
Harry smiled. "Well Jonah wants you to take more pictures, pictures of Spider-Man. But it depends on what you would consider to be luck."
"Oh, that's an ominous statement," Spider-Man commented and Harry held up the details of the shipment that the Master Planner stole.
The statement was obvious, find them, and find Venom.
'Gwen, are you there?' Harry asked to her.
'Yes, Harry, can I help you?' Gwen asked him with a smile on her face.
'I need you to run a quick check for me,' Harry thought and Gwen was able to do so when Harry fed her the details of the shipment. 'Horizon Labs, 10:00 PM Shipment, Project Q.'
Gwen ran the search for him and fed him all of the information that she could.
That was more than enough for Harry to get what he wanted, and he turned to Spider-Man, who dropped down from the light post.
"We have him."
The Web Slinger made his way outside of the warehouse, with Arcane making his way forwards behind him. The two of them kept walking forward, and the web slinger looked over his shoulder. He offered Harry the one statement that had quite frankly been on Harry's mind.
"Why does it feel like we're blundering into a trap of some sort?" Spider-Man asked to him. Harry looked over his shoulder and the web head hastily amended. "Other than the fact it seems like I've been hanging around you a bit too much for my mental health that is."
"Because, it is a trap," Harry told him. "And…."
Spider-Man was quickly able to jump in with some words of his own. "Yeah, I know, if it smells like a trap, then it's pretty likely that it is a trap. You know, I wasn't bitten by the spider and made into the dashing super hero you love yesterday."
Harry actually wasn't going to say that but there was something about this, something that gravely unsettled him. Perhaps he was being paranoid, okay, he was being paranoid, but that seemed to be his default state these days.
"Is there room for one more?"
"Venom at twelve o'clock!" Spider-Man yelled at Harry as Venom dropped down, doing his trademark wacky dance as he shuffled from one side to the other. His tongue and teeth were shown as he stared them down.
"Yes, so I see," Harry offered to him.
"Well, what a revolting development this is," Spider-Man commented.
"Ben might have something to say to you for using that. Pretty sure he has it trademark alongside it's clobbering time," Harry offered before their full attention was turned to Venom.
"This is my beat, Spider-Man, I saw them first," Venom growled as he turned to the web head as he raised his hand looking ready to attack.
"Hey, you can't call super villains! That's just not how it's done," Spider-Man offered as he dodged Venom's fist. He was about ready to plow the Web Slinger into the ground.
"Well, I'm changing things up, I trust you don't have a problem with that," Venom growled.
Harry looked over his shoulder as he heard the pitter patter of gang members with super high tech weapons. "Guys, continue the dick waving contest later, we've got company."
The Master Planner's gang showed up and they were the typical high tech thugs that were armed to the teeth with weapons that were beyond this world or any other. It was even beyond military grade which showed why the police had been powerless against them. Venom looked excited as he stared his enemies down and his tongue went from one side to the other obscenely as he licked his lips.
"It's party time! Beeyotches!" Venom growled as he prepared to take down his enemies.
"I always offer better quality quipage than that," Spider-Man stated with a pained tone to his voice. Unable to believe that Venom had besmirched his good name. Then again, perhaps he should believe that. Never the less, the Web Slinger was on the attack, snapping his web lines at his enemies. "Okay! Boys! it's time to wrap up this party up!"
Venom shook his head. "Better quality my slimy ass! That was disgraceful."
Venom sent two large cannonballs worth of webbing at the thugs sending them flying like bowling pins.
"Strike! Now, that's a big bang!" Venom yelled.
Harry closed his eyes, the bad jokes were starting to get to him.
"Yeah, not bad, but mine's better," Spider-Man offered as he webbed the feet of two thugs then yanked hard sending them flipping backwards. "Sorry boys! But I guess you're in a sticky situation!"
Harry groaned, at this rate, the thugs were going to commit suicide thanks to the overload of bad puns. Venom moved in as Harry took out the cannons with a super powerful punch and then detonated some miniature explosions that he slipped beneath their feet.
It would not blow their limbs off but said explosives made things not conductive to running away since they detonated with enough force to shatter most of the bones in their legs.
"Gotcha!" Venom yelled.
Harry noticed a group of very familiar figures advancing on them threateningly after the Master Planner gang had been dispensed with.
The Vertigo effect one of this groups powers utilized caused Spider-Man and Venom to collapse to the ground.
"Oh, we're going to hurl!" Venom moaned as he tried to push himself back up but he smashed his head onto the ground.
"You, we, what about me? Spider-Man thought as he could barely lift up his web shooters to attack his enemies.
Harry was hovering above the range of the Vertigo effect, seeing this Vertigo scowled and turned to Blockbuster.
"Distract him," Vertigo told Blockbuster.
Blockbuster grunted, he had very few brain cells and Harry mused that he was going to have even fewer once Harry got his hands around his large head.
However, much to Harry's surprise, Blockbuster split apart into two. Harry punched Blockbuster in the face and then Blockbuster split into two again.
'Okay, this is new. Looks like Sinister got his hands on some of Jaimes DNA,' Harry thought, and it was not new in the good way.
"Is my head splitting or am I seeing double?" Spider-Man asked as one of the Blockbusters rushed forward and punted Spider-Man like a soccer ball. "Ow, my kidneys!"
The Web Head crashed against the wall where he landed with a sickening thud. The Web Slinger rolled over as he started to breath in and out heavily.
Spider-Man tried to sit up, twice, before he finally gave up the ghost and collapsed down to the ground.
Harry meanwhile knew that the Blockbusters were going to keep coming at him. It was like Multiple's powers, but they were far worse, Maddox couldn't hit you with the force of a speeding truck. He could play that game as well but there would be more Harry's hitting more Blockbusters.
Venom was down on the ground and a hand grabbed a piece of his suit.
"Come on!" Harry yelled to Blockbuster as he waved the giant of a man on. "COME ON!"
Harry had a theory but first he had to verify it. And Blockbuster was stupid enough to go along with it, so Harry had to lure him on. He did have a few brain cells so he had to control this matter. The wizard stepped back another step.
Venom was down on the ground and a hand grabbed a piece of his suit.
"Hey! No! That's a bad touch!' Venom yelled as he felt a sharp tool pinch him in a very sensitive area.
"We have what we need, prepare to evacuate."
Spider-Man was too busy trying to keep down the wheat cakes that Aunt May made him, so he did not make much out of that statement at the time he heard it.
Harry, on the other hand, made a lot out of that statement. His ears were ringing as he tried to keep his head above water.
Blockbuster smashed himself and sure enough, when Blockbuster hit himself, he combined back into one entity.
Harry smiled as he flicked his wrist.
A reflection spell caused multiple illusionary copies of Harry to appear in between ever set of Blockbuster's. So obviously Blockbuster tried to punch them.
Then there was one, and Harry froze that one with a healthy jet of ice breath. The largest member of the Marauders crashed to the ground.
The others were gone.
"Those bastards took a part of us, we feel violated!" Venom howled in a rage.
'Oh boy, that can't be good,' Harry thought, but Sinister and the Marauders was long gone.
And so was Venom, which made this entire mission one big headache. At least the Master Planner's gang was taken out, although Harry wondered about the ramifications of them being active in Gotham City after all that they'd done.
Spider-Man staggered up to his feet.
"Are you..."
"I'm okay, other than my head about being ready to explode and bruised kidneys so I'll be peeing blood for a week, but other than that, just peachy keen," Spider-Man offered.
"If Sinister has the symbiote…."
"Yeah, I know, doomsday," Spider-Man offered as he sobered up.
The work of a hero was never done.
If there was something that Nathaniel Essex was interested by, that was a new form of life that he could exploit.
The symbiote was primed for replication, in fact, it had fed off enough bio-energy from its four hosts, and perhaps several others before them that would allow it to do so. Essex closed his eyes as he poked and prodded it.
He injected two further strains of DNA.
The first strain of DNA was the one that he received from the Star Child all of those months back.
The second strain of DNA was the one that he received from Gwen Stacy. Her DNA was already unique before the Extremis formula altered it. Now, Essex was intrigued by what would happen when the DNA was combined with the symbiote. His initial simulations indicated that Miss Stacy's DNA was in perfect harmony with the symbiote.
After Essex injected the two DNA strands into the sample of symbiote that his men had taken from Brock. It turned into a red mess of what seemed to be living liquid blood.
The host could easily drain the energy out of anything that he touched.
Essex had Eddie Brock's medical records and also which cell he stayed in at Ravencroft. A wicked smile crossed over his face.
'I have a plan,' Essex thought to himself.
Then again, someone like Sinister, he always had a plan and it was always a devious one at that one. He was going to unleash this new symbiote with a disturbed host. He picked up the phone.
"Hamilton, I need to arrange for you to bring me a patient from Ravencroft….I'm sure he'll be very valuable for the experiment that we discussed earlier."
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