Gwen and the others were still inside, he had to move and get out but as he put his hand on a booth to lift himself up Sandman had used the tar to gather up the glass he had smashedearlier. Sandman was more of a messy blob, but he was able to move with no problem, using his arm like elastic he swung andstretching it taut brought a thick shard down on down on Venom's forearm.
The shard, sharpened to a razor's edge, cut through the symbskin, with Sandman's now stretchy body, it wrapped around his forearm, acting like a saw as he pulled it back and it cut through his flesh. The symbskin softened and slid off like dead flesh and blood poured from the exposed wound, the muscle and peaks of white bone showing just how deep the glass had cut him. As it detached itself the pain flared through Venom's arm and he could do nothing but cry out in agony. The black tar rushing to cover not just the huge gash in his arm but the now bare limb. "We will kill you for that" Venom screeched and prepared to launch more web at Sandman Sandman grinned "uh-huh" and Venom froze as he saw Rhino lining up a charge, it would take him through one of the support pillars of the diner and as he smashed through it Venom leapt, sticking to the ceiling. "You fuckin idiots", Sandman yelled as the other supports buckled and then crumbled unable to support the ceiling with Venoms extra weight.
For a few seconds, the whole restaurant froze and then the screaming started as chunks of the ceiling began to rain down.
Patrons scattered, not caring about the two fighting in their midst, lights fell and sparks flew as bulbs shattered. Rhino gave Venom thefinger before punching his way through the glass-windowed wall and Sandman more oozedthan ran after him. Venom had no choice, if he chased them then the people would suffer, "Run Run" he yelled and the stiff statues, frozen by violence began to panic, rushing towardsboth the smashed doorway and the broken front wall.
He began to spray the stickiest web fluid he could make on the supporting pillar and the ceiling surrounding it, but Rhino had done too much damage, even if he got underneath it the ceiling was going to come down.
Grabbing and throwing as many people as he could out through the doorway he watched as Flash pushed MJ out the door before the ceiling collapsed onto him, squashing him into the goop and blocking the only way of escape.
Leaving only himself and Gwen, he threw out a web line and webbed her and as he pulled her towards him, he dove under a table in one of the booths. He winced as he heard the sickening crunch of Gwen's head impactingagainst the table edge. She hadn't been low enough and was at the wrong angle, and she had taken the full brunt of the impact across the side of her head as she fell. Venom stared in horror as the blood pooled in her hair and he knew that in trying to save her, he had condemned her instead.
The TV still connected and still working hung loosely from the wall, its sound blaring as the staff and patrons scrambled and tried to escape the disaster.
"This just in. The menace, Venom, has just been spotted fighting with other super-poweredfreaks. A diner, a good honest to god all American diner was destroyed, trapping several what looked like high school students within. This shows these freaks need to be captured, these menaces need to be given a taste of their own medicine. I, J. Johnan Jameson, will give anyone a reward leading to the capture of these heinous villains, especially the one calling himself Venom."
Peter cradled Gwen in his arms as her blank eyes stared holes into his soul. He knew that the scalp injury coupled with her other symptoms, shallow breathing and one fully dilated pupil, meant the worst. She had suffered some kind of brain injury and without immediate help, she would most likely die.
He closed his eyes, seeking how to within his vast knowledge, but this time it didn't come from his mind, he felt an instinct, his sensestingled when he focused on himself. It was a long shot, whatever had been done to him rebuilt his body, stronger and faster, maybe he could use that to heal Gwen. The only problem he had was how? It wasn't like being trapped under half a tonne of rubble he could give her a blood transfusion and anything else was much much creepier.
It had to be the one thing he had, so holding her tightly he brought his lips to hers and with no resistance kissed her deeply. His first kiss was taken with someone barely alive but if he saved her he could explain, and make it up to her later. He felt something rising in his throat, not an acid taste of rising vomit but a stickysweetness and whatever it was made its way from him into Gwen's mouth, pulling back he saw her throat bulge as whatever it was moved down her neck.
Gwen spasmed as the thing, the lump he gave her, diffused itself into her body. The lump seemed to split and two lumps now branched down, he could see that it hadn't gone down her gullet but had entered her lungs, forcing them to take deep breaths. Small white, almost imperceptible, threads made their way across her chest down towards her heart, he stopped himself as he lifted her neckline to see where the threads went too and were greeted by very erect plump dark pink, almost brown, nipples. She had gone for smart casual. Jeans with a nice dark blue top and a white blouse underneath, however, she wasn't wearing a bra and Peter cursed himself as he grew erect at his peaking. Gwen's breathing steadied, and he watched in rapt fascination as the white lines moved through her arms, spreading through her veins and then branching out to her capillaries. The wound on her head stopped bleeding and soon began to ooze with the same white liquid, touching it gently he recognised it as the same material he secreted when he became Venom.
Whatever the intent was, he had infected Gwen with the same thing that he hosted, thankfullyits abilities were healing and repairing the damage done to her body. It oozed out of the wound and then retreated back into her skin, leaving the cut deep but looking much better. The blood had stopped and now it was just messy rather than flowing
Peter had to bite his lip. Tears welled up in his eyes as he knew that even if she was changed that she was alive and he hugged her close to him. Her breathing stabilised and the smallercuts on her body began to heal at a visible rate, the large gash on her forehead had stopped bleeding but still looked bad. Her pulse wassteady and her eyes, even through closed lids, now reacted to the small amount of light Peter had from his phone.
He held her tightly and he could hear the calls of the rescue services.
"Hello? Search and rescue, how many under there?" A voice yelled through a small opening and Peter spotted an inspection cam.
"Two, and she's injured, head wound." He yelled back and moved the camera with his hand to show the gash.
"Help is coming, hold tight, if you can move her, lie her down and support her neck, we'll get the hole opened further and send in water and something for you to clean the injury with." The EMT shouted.
While the hole was only a few inches they sent in pouches of water, a few packets of sweet energy gel and a roll of sterile wipes and plasters with instructions as to what to do. Peter made a show of cleaning the wound, even though he knew it was already healing and sat eating the apple flavoured paste as he waitedfor them to get to him.