He swung again and she thought amateur,unskilled and not used to fighting another person but as she moved to avoid a swipe at her head he thudded a fist into her side, she hoped that was the material of her corset cracking and not her ribs as the pain exploded the air from her lungs.
Shit, she thought to herself, he was bigger but she was faster and better trained, she had no doubt she would win but she couldn't take the chance and had to escape, one lucky hit and he'd flatten her. His thick arms swung at her again and again and she dodged and weavedout of his reach. He hissed at her in frustration, and Venom knew he had been right, hitting a trained fighter was much harder than an unsuspecting mugger.
As he bellowed at her she took the chance to back off, she kept a variety of small pellets in her belt, smoke bombs, flash pellets, trackers, pain killers, and a variety of small but sharp throwing knives. Taking out a knife she threw it straight for his head and when he turned his head to avoid it she threw a smoke bomb at her feet and a flashbang at his face.
She had already dived off the roof and thuddedinto the ground when the bomb went off, his screech was loud and sounded very angry. Uncaring she took off into a sprint, needing to get as much distance between him and her as possible. "We will find you, Yes We Will. We are VENOM!" he bellowed at the night air.
His eyes stung from the flashbang she'd thrown and even now he had bright spots in his vision that refused to clear. Venom made a note to see if he could make the eye coveringsphotochromic and his ear coverings noisecancelling. Even if he had to wear goggles and earpieces underneath his symbskin it would stop that from happening again.
Black Cat was hidden on a warehouse roof a mile or so away from where she had fought Venom, she tentatively touched her side and while not broken her ribs were bruised. Her back was killing her from his slam and she examined the black residue on her hand claws, watching as it crumbled into a fine dust. Damn,she thought, a self-repairing suit would have been handy. Fumbling around in her belt she pulled out a couple of capsules, breaking them between her teeth she took a deep breath, feeling the ache in her side vanish and standing she clutched her side and began to hobble back home.
If Venom was connected to Peter she needed to rethink her plan, maybe even see if he would be willing to help her. Her father had always warned her about working with a crew, but right now she needed the help. If Peter was getting mixed up with Alexsi, then he would need her help, and if he owed her, she mightget him to recruit Venom for her.
In the distance a blue and red-suited man watched the pair fight. He had followed the strange woman, his Black Cat, first to a junkyard and then to a warehouse. He felt bad that he had been stalking her but he needed the money and she was much more interesting than Tarantula. She was attractively built, even if her face was hidden by a mask and pictures of her sold much better than a muscle-boundcatsuit wearing thug. It was a sad truth of the industry, and even if Jonah had angled thewoman as some pissed off feminist he knew she was after something. Unlike Tarantula she kept away from the streets, instead she scoured the neighbourhoods for targets, and it was always the same M.O. Usually attacking a woman, usually had a history of violent crime and was attached to one of the larger crime families, headed by a shadowy figure known only as Kingpin.
He stumbled upon her and her target andhoped just to get some decent pics, this, however, was gold. His camera memory was full, not just of pictures of his own dazzling saves but now a video of two super brutes slugging it out on a warehouse rooftop. Sure he'd been too far away to hear what they were talking about but swinging fists and throwing kicks meant it was newspaper worthy, more importantly, it was payday for Brock. He drooled as he imagined the steak he could buy with these pictures, oh yeah, he would make Jameson pay through the nose for these. Plus he had a name, one clear message yelled louder than their conversation.
He had lost the Black Cat as she dived off the warehouse they were fighting on and he moved closer to find that Tarantula had disappeared as well, some random warehouse in the industrial district wasn't interesting but the fight had been, he could imagine the headline in tomorrow's edition, "Black Cat Vs Tarantula. Super-Villain Show-Down"
Venom, phff stupid name Spider-man thought, Tarantula was much cooler.
> Spider-Man. House Of Venom (First Draft) > Arc One. Chapter Fifteen. Trials and Tribulations
Time waits for no man, and that was especiallytrue for Peter, the more he did the more hefound he had to do. With MJ tentatively agreeing to rent out the other box home henow raced to get both finished before thesummer started and for them at least, schoolended. Gwen wanted to be settled before her new term started and MJ, while not in as much of a rush, wanted to move in at the same time as Gwen so it wasn't 'weird' as she put it.
He had no idea how to feel about MJ moving in. They had been close when they were young but Flash made it clear he was to stay away from her and MJ gave him the cold shoulder as well. He could never decide if it was MJ that prompted the response from Flash or if it was the other way round. If Flash was a dick to him, it wasn't too much to imagine that he wouldn't exactly be the nicest boyfriend either.
He had to give her a chance, even if it meant dealing with Flash. She had been his only friend growing up, staying with him after Uncle Ben died and it had broken his heart when they had to leave. This wasn't High School, Flash mighthave had sway there, but here, here he was the landlord and any shit, and signs of Flash being an asshole and Peter could legally, and very happily, throw him out on his ass.
With two tenants stilted he needed to move with the actual decorating aspect. The walkways had been barred, and unless MJ or Gwen decided to jump over some iron bars they would know to stay off them. The floor had been finished, the homes and his own office had been finished on the outside. Painted a white colour, it was cheap and clean and with the warehouse being indoors Peter figured if Gwen or MJ wanted to hang up something on the outside that was on them.
Inside was the same. Using the same whitewash Peter had sprayed the whole place down. If Gwen or MJ wanted colour, well then they could arrange that themselves. He had finished as far as he was concerned with both homes built and decorated. Carpeting had come thanks to a small word to Alexsi and while it was simple woven carpet, in an off grey-blue colour it was still a floor covering, and he had enough to not only floor both rented homesbut his own.
As well as the warehouse, his fight with the now named Black Cat had put a dampener on his nightly excursions as Venom. He knew that against a stupid mugger or thief with no training he could squash them flat but against someone with training, and Black Cat showed she knew several martial arts, he was all muscle and brute strength and no finesse or tactics. He needed guidance but while he could attend self-defence classes or martial arts studios as Peter, going as Venom was more of a problem. Even so, he signed up for a self-defence class. It utilised a mix of everything and with his enhanced speed and strength he wanted something more fluid than a traditional Martial Art with the added bonus of it being one class. He had neither the time nor the money to sign up for three or four different ones.
His problems lay in his enhanced senses, he could move faster and hit harder than a normal person, but loud noises, bright lights gave him a headache, his enhanced senses were going haywire most of the time and as Venom it just got worse. He had sketched the basic design of a headpiece, simple ear baffling with a speaker to allow him to block and tune out specific noises but still talk. Simple goggles, with light-sensitive lenses. Simple dark covers were no good, he needed something adjustable. The headset would be easy enough to build, a quick visit to a Radioshack and a couple of hundred bucks would have a working prototype built, so Peter wasn't too worried about it, what did worry him was the latest edition of the Daily Bugle.
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