Requested by: -luskyhuv
HAH THERE'S SOMEWHAT ANGST AT THE END >:D
This is the Venom from Spider-Man 3
I didn't get everything right here but let's just pretend I know what I'm doing :)
*3rd POV*
Peter walked along the sidewalk of queens with a little skip. The day had gone great. No tests, no bullies, he aced his project, and he finished all his homework for the night early.
Though, there was supposed to be one test in physics. Instead, the teacher put on the news after getting a notification of there being some kind of meteor crashing into a park. It had looked... opened but nothing was in it. Soon enough, people just gave up on it. Peter thought it was cool though. How cool would that be?! An alien life form coming through a meteor!
"Hey Peter," an old man- Peter had learned his name was Stan recently but he just called him Mr. Lee. "Hi Mr. Lee! How are you?" "I'm doing fine Peter. Good day?" "Yep!" "Good, good. Just be careful tonight son. The streets get dangerous." Peter ignored the glint of anxiety he caught in the man's eye. "Yes sir. Have a great night!" "You too, Peter."
"Hi May!" "Oh- Hey Pete," May said as pots and pans clattered to the floor. "I'm just making dinner. It should be ready in half an hour." "Okay. I'm gonna go out for a bit. I should be back in time." "Alright, Just be careful. I'd rather have my nephew back in one piece." "Of course," Peter said humorously.
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Peter swung in between buildings with ease. He could feel the wind going against him through his mask. It felt amazing. Sure, he couldn't feel it blowing through his hair, but it just felt... refreshing.
A woman's piercing scream made its way to his ears. He gasped and dropped into the alleyway he had heard the cry for help. Though, the woman just ran past him in fear- to get away from something. His spidey senses were screaming at him to run. Peter being Peter though, he forced himself to walk forward thinking, 'Spider-Man can take it...'
He warily walked around the alleyway, looking for any sign of a person. He should've been able to hear it... but he couldn't. No one was there. 'Maybe that lady was just on something,' he thought
A sudden cold weight pulled on his leg. Peter could've screamed at the sudden contact. "Wh-what the hell?" The substance was slimy and black with large white eyes. It crawled up his leg as if it were alive. Holy shit it was alive!
Peter struggled to get it off- he twisted and pulled. He wanted to cry for help- he really did... but what would Mr. stark think if he couldn't even take some creepy black blob?
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"Kid?"
"Pete."
"Peter!"
Peter jolted awake on the familiar feeling of the comfy couch of his apartment.
"Huh?!" "Kid... Thank god you're ok. Karen told me you were unconscious and-" "Mr. Stark. I'm fine. I just feel... groggy" He felt so weird. A good weird, maybe? He could feel his pulse pounding in his neck and a head ache was forming in the back of his head but despite it all, he felt... powerful. "Yes- but do you remember what happened?"
"No... I don't. I was patrolling and I heard this lady scream and she ran the other way so I looked around and..." It hit him. The blob thingy. What happened with it? Where'd it go? Peter would tell Tony but... there was this voice in the back of his head telling him no. Why would Peter tell Tony Stark that he was taken down by some little ball of goo!?
"And?" "A-and there was some robber. He got the upper hand on me and I somehow hit my head somewhere." "Should I have you checked at Medway?"
"Nonono I'm fine."
After a few more minutes of questioning, Tony finally left and Peter was left alone.
'What the hell happened?'
To clear his thoughts, Peter decided he would go patrolling until May got home. It helped with things. Though when he slipped on his suit, a tentacle like thing inched it's way around his midsection.
"What the hell?" It continued to spread across his body like an infection. Peter tried to pry it off but it just left a black gooey substance on his hand.
"Oh god- oh god- May-!" The creature covered his mouth. Soon enough, he slowly slipped into unconsciousness once again.
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"Wha..."
Holy shit where was he?
What was this place? It was pitch black.
And why did he feel so... powerful?
He could still see at least so he walked over to a mirror. It was a black suit...
Something inside him got exited. Like a child in a candy shop. Except... Peter wanted to go outside and fight crime in this new badass suit!
He jumped out his bedroom window and swung through queens with a 'woop' of excitement.
The night was so much easier with the new suit. Maybe it was a boost in his confidence for some reason? The fact that he couldn't be seen as easy may have helped.
And then, there was a bank robber- like any other- that changed everything.
(Also, Peter called him Rob the robber)
"Go back to the whole you crawled out of." He growled as he held up a gun. Peter held up his hands for a moment. "Whoa! Put the gun down! Why not be civil?" "Whats civil about some dude with a mask?" "Wha... you have a mask on. And you're robbing a bank."
"I think we're done here," he said shooting at Peter. Of course, his spidey sense was late and the bullet entered his shoulder, making him fall to the ground with the impact. The boy groaned in pain.
"Pfft. Weak," he spat. "How the hell did you become some so called 'superhero?'" Peter heard growling. What was that? He suddenly got extremely angry and had no control over his body. He didn't know what he did- well... not really.
All he knew was that when he processed what had just happened, there in front of him was a bloody and beaten body.
"Oh...Oh god," he muttered. "I... Karen? Is he..." There was no answer. "Karen? You there?" There was no Karen in this suit. Therefore, he was alone.
"No you're not."
"Wha- who said that?!" He exclaimed.
"I am venom." "What? Where?" "I'm basically your suit." The voice was low, scratchy, and evil sounding.
"I... where's Karen?" "I got rid of her," 'Venom' replied simply.
Peter swallowed back his anxiety. So there was this thing that took over his body and made another Spider-Man suit.
"Is he...dead?" Peter asked in a small, scared voice. He already knew the man in front of him was dead. He just wanted to hear it for himself. Maybe he was faking!
'Oh god, please be faking...'
"Yes. He is. But you have to admit, it felt amazing." "What?! No it didn't! How the hell would doing- doing that feel good in any way!" "The rush adrenaline. It's an amazing feeling."
Peter's anger and fear was suddenly washed away. His tense shoulders immediately dropped with no feeling. He didn't understand what was going on. One second, he wanted to get this... thing out of him. The next... all he wanted to do was swing around town. Feel the adrenaline rush through his veins once again.
A smile spread across his face. Swinging around town didn't seem like such a bad idea...
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He killed people.
Oh god, he killed people. He was Spider-Man! How could he kill people!?
'What would Mr Stark say?- What would May say?!'
The scratchy voice- Venom- kept telling Peter what he was doing was fine. It was normal. People died. He's doing people a favor.
He... He was... right. Right?
"Of course I'm right."
"Yeah. Yeah it felt good."
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Tony sat at his desk just thinking. He expected to figure out what he would tinker but soon found himself just staring off into space.
Peter hadn't come by or even left a text for almost a week and a half. Her tried texting him but he never received an answer.
"Hey FRI?" "Yes boss?" "I need you to look up how much Spider-Man has been out and about." "Yes sir."
It'd seemed Spider-Man had been out every day. Even... while Peter should've been at school...
"I swear to god if this kid's skipping school just to be Spider-Man I'm taking his suit and making his aunt ground him," he muttered.
"What're the crime rates?"
"They seem to have been rising- only the past week and a half." "What?" "Yes. There have been many more unknown deaths around Queens. Some are starting to believe the culprit is Spider-Man." "Well that can't be right... how long has Peter been out of school?"
"About a week and a half boss." "What the hell? FRI Call May, please."
"On it."
"Hello?" "Hey May. You busy? We need to talk." "Is everything ok?" "I can't exactly say that it is."
Tony then explained the whole situation. The crime rate, Spider-Man being out so much more, and Peter missing school.
"What? I haven't gotten any calls from the school though!" "I know, it's weird. That's why I called you. Is he getting home at his normal time?" "Well, I wouldn't know. I get home late and he's always there by his curfew." "Hm..."
"Then again, he has seemed pretty different lately. More distant. Has he been doing the same at the tower?" "May, he hasn't been to the tower in over a week." "What the- really? He loves going over there! He looks like a kicked puppy anytime he has to miss 'lab time' with you." "Uh yeah. It's been... quiet without him." "You miss him though." It wasn't a question. She's just stated the obvious. Why would Tony call her if he didn't miss him? If he wasn't worried about Peter.
"Yeah... little bit. But we're getting off topic. First off, he shouldn't be missing school for this. He said he'd put Spider-Man as his third priority, behind his well-being and school. Also, how did the crime rate go up if he's out so much more?"
"Tony. You, a genius, is asking me something I could never know. It could've been some teenage rebellious thing he was doing but... he'd never take it as far as missing more than a week of school. Last time he did that, he only missed a day of school and believe me, he was so guilty when I found out."
"Yeah... I'll try to find some more out." "And I'll do the same. I swear to god, if he's actually doing this as some stupid little rebellion of his, I'm grounding his ass for the rest of the damn year." Tony couldn't help but bark out a laugh at her words. "Yeah. You do that. Bye May. If I find him, I'll tell him what he's in for." "Alright. Bye Tony."
"FRIDAY?" "Yes sir?" "What does Karen have to say about all this? Has she reported any injuries?"
"Karen has been offline for quite some time." "Wait- What?" 'Peter loved Karen! She was there to keep him company! He even gave the damn thing a name!'
"Why would be do that," he mumbled aloud. "It seems there was no coding involved in the process." "What happened then?" "I'm sorry to say I don't know, boss."
"Ok... so no leads on where he is... What about the last sighting of Spider-Man?" "He was last spotted in Times Square 10 minutes ago." "Alright."
When he got there, there was of course, no sight of the arachnid. Though, luck was finally on his side when FRIDAY alerted him to look up.
"What's he doing in a black suit?"
"Mr. Stark?" The kid sounded surprised. No fear evident in his voice. No guilt. It made Tony angry enough to start his lecture. "Kid. What the hell are you doing-? No. What the hell are you thinking? Skipping school for almost 2 weeks to do some spider-manning?!-" "How do you even know-" Tony cut him off again. "No! I'm not done speaking. You've been Ignoring all my texts and calls to just see if you're alive and you're apparently out fighting crime! May didn't even know you were out this much! You could've died and no one would've known-"
The white eyes of his suit mocked a scowl as he began to walk away calmly. "Hey! Don't walk away from me- Peter what the hell is going on with you?!" There had to be something going on. Something to make him do this! He was never the type to disobey any adults no matter how close he was to them or how much he hated them! Sure, he broke some rules once in a while but those were just mistakes. He'd never go as far as to skip school, stay out all day, not answer his phone, and lie to his aunt! Never that far!
He grabbed Peter's shoulder with a strong grip. "Tell me what's going on in that brain of yours. If you do this much of crime fighting, than how the hell are the crime rates going up?! Just talk to me!" He practically ripped his shoulder out of Tony's grip. "That's not of your concern Tony." He hissed his name like it was acid on his tongue. As if it left an awful taste in his mouth that he would never get out.
"I-..." Tony's eyes were wide. What the hell happened? What'd he do wrong?
Tony sighed in defeat. "C'mon. You're going home to your aunt." "What? No I'm not. It's not 3:00 yet." "She knows." "What? Why'd you tell her?" "She deserved to know."
Tony texted May to get home and that he found Peter. He told her everything they'd suspected was true. He was skipping and staying out all day.
"Peter," she said with her eyes clouded with disappointment. "You... you did all that?" The boy said nothing and walked into his room. The clicking of the door sounded, telling them he locked himself inside.
Bing.
Peter: I'm done with the internship by the way
"Wha..." "What?" May asked. Tony showed her the text. Her eyes widened. "I... he'd never do that... I just don't know what's going on with him... He's been so cold towards everything the past week."
"I don't know either May. But if he doesn't want the internship or anything to do with me anymore, I've got to respect that. Keep me updated." He smiled sadly as May's swallowed back tears she didn't know why she wanted to shed. "Tony I'm sure he doesn't mean it. I can talk to him." "If he wants it back, my door's always open." "...Bye Tony. I'll tell you how things go..." "Thank you."
He left the Parkers' apartment.
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Peter screamed. He cried. He pled.
He was trapped in his mind- his own damn mind! By some slime! The kind of thing he used to make with Ned in 6th grade!
It was taking over his life.
He couldn't speak, It was speaking for him
He couldn't do anything, it did it for him.
The one thing he could do, was hear everything around him. The screams of innocent people hurt his heart the most. Spider-Man was supposed to help people not murder them!
First, he only killed robbers and bad guys but soon enough when there wasn't many anymore, he went for the innocent people.
He'd kept count against his will.
Exactly 12 people were killed by this thing. By him!
Innocent people- even a child and her mother were killed. How could anyone be so heartless!?
He hadn't gone to school in a while either. All he knew was that the thing that took over his body was smart. It got home the exact time he would get back to school and lie to May. He would say "School was great," it a bitter voice. It made him sound cold.
"Sweetie is everything ok?" "Mhm, yeah." He was then locked in his room to do nothing but sit in silence until he would go out again.
He had to get out. He had to! This thing wasn't Spider-Man he was! C'mon Peter!
"C'mon..." he muttered.
"NO STAY BACK," Venom yelled, making Peter's ears ring uncontrollably. He grunted, using any power he had left inside him to get his body back.
Light shot into his vision, making him grimace in pain.
He had to call Mr. Stark. He had to get help. He needed help. Oh god please help.
He fell to the floor and crawled to his phone, which lay on the floor untouched for days.
He reached out and grabbed it, clicking the first contact on his list.
"Peter?"
"Mr. Stark- oh god I- please help me- ah!" He shouted at the searing pain that was pulsed through his body.
"Peter? Is everything ok in there?" May asked, knocking on the door. "Peter please I'm worried about you."
"Pete what's going on?" "Please- help- There was this alien thing in the alley wa-" he shouted again. "He's- he's trying to get control of-"
His vision went black again.
Why would Mr. Stark help him? Venom just ruined their relationship.
"You little brat! You know what? Ive had enough of this world!"
"What?!"
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To say Tony was confused when he got a call from Peter just hours later was an understatement.
"Peter?"
"Mr. Stark- oh god I- please help me- ah!" He shouted at the searing pain that was pulsed through his body.
"Peter what's going on?" "Please- help- There was this alien thing in the alley wa-" he shouted again. "He's- he's trying to get control of-"
The phone hung up.
What the hell was going on?
He didn't even realise he'd been staring at his phone processing what just happened for 5 long minutes.
"Breaking news; a giant alien looking thing has just smashed two buildings. Though we are useless at the moment, we will try to find out more soon."
Tony's tv rang out in his lab. A video popped up of exactly that. It kinda looked like... Peter's new suit. Holy shit.
The phone call suddenly made so much more sense.
He called the suit and was out of the tower in seconds. The thing wasn't hard to find, considering how big it was. It was roaring on top of a building, tearing things piece by piece.
"Peter!" He yelled over the ear piercing screeches and roars. "Kid, you in there!?"
He blasted it. Though, karma came quickly as he was swatted back the other way as if he was some annoying mosquito.
"Hey hot shot! I'm not a damn bug!" He blasted again, and this time, it opened its mouth, showing it's teeth and snapped its boneless (?) jaw shut.
He jerked the other way, barely missing its sharp teeth. How the hell did this thing even have teeth?
"FRIDAY call for backup!" "Who shall I call s-" frustration clawed at Tony's insides. "Everyone! Call everyone- screw the accords- I can't beat this thing alone- Peter needs to get out of that thing!"
"Ok boss. On it."
"The rouges say they'll be here as soon as possible. Cornel Rhodes is almost here to help you hold it off."
As if on cue, Rhodey sped into his sight. "Tones! What's going on?! You called Cap?!" "Yes- I- Peter's in that thing! I can't hold it off and it's destroying everything!" "Wait- Peter's in there?! How?" "I don't know! I think it got him in an alleyway- I'll explain later. Or even better, he'll explain it!"
"Hey everyone. We're coming in!" "What the fuck is that thing," Sam exclaimed. "What the..."
For another hour, they fought the thing with no luck. They needed something stronger. "Rhodey you still got that bomb I installed in that suit or did the general make you get rid of it." "Pfft you think I'd get rid of that?! No way." Tony could've laughed if he wasn't so concentrated.
"Than bombs away cornel!" "On it."
The boom it made had their ears ringing and the thing exploded into a mess of black slime everywhere. As soon as it collected itself together again- away from Peter- Tony sent a metal box towards it, trapping it in the process.
"Kid! Are you alright?" The boy was curled up on his side shaking with sobs. "Oh god- I..."
"Pete..." he gathered Peter into his arms with no hesitation, getting no protest from Peter but a sob. "I- oh god Mr. Stark. I killed people- I killed people I-" he squeezed his eyes shut letting the tears roll down his cheeks. "Kid..." "It's my fault," he hiccuped.
All Tony could do at the moment was try his best to reassure him but eventually, they'd be ok.
They had to be.
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Words- 3528
I haven't posted since New Years. Crazy.
Also thank you so much for the request! I loved this idea and it was so much fun to write! I hope it turned out ok. :)