Disclaimer: Yeah, so I do not own any of the featured Marvel characters. Big surprise there.
It would go down in history as one of the greatest superhuman battles to date. It lasted three days, and neither side stopped or showed mercy. It was a fight full of old grudges and new dangers; combined, these forces created a monster. One was already a ruthless villain, but the other was playing for the home team. His mind was just twisted by guilt and fear.
The monster who had threatened half of New York was commonly known as Venom. He was taken over by an alien symbiote years ago, and he used his power for evil and to feed his own greed. Unlike Spider-Man, the home team.
Spider-Man went out in his trademark tights two days ago with one thought in his head: he had left his mark on this world, he made a difference. And it started out as any other day: he took his triangular route from Central Park to Radio City to Chinatown, which wasn't really a triangle but more of a jagged, shapeless figure, and scouted the area for a tingling sensation he christened his spider-sense, which warned him of danger.
It was around noon that he caught Venom in Times Square, with gas tanks. It didn't make any sense at first, since the symboite suit's weaknesses were fire and sound, which would both happen if an explosion were to take place. But then he saw something different. Some sort of bomb.
Venom had stolen this prototype from Stark Industries, and he planned to test it himself, adding gas tanks to add a little extra boom to the fire that would follow.
"You! Can't we get one minute without your meddling mug?!" Venom hissed.
"What are you doing, Brock?"
"What does it look like, Spider-Whoos? We're gonna blow up Times Square."
"Sorry to ruin your whole evil plan, but I'm not about to let that happen."
"Suit yourself."
And the battle began.
It started off like normal battles: Spider-Man cracking jokes, Venom sending death threats (mostly related to Spider-Man's spleen), and more punches being thrown than a champion boxer would be able to manage.
"We've had it with you, Spider-Man!"
"And I've had it with you endangering people!"
"God, do we despise you! Once we're done killing you, we'll bring your body over to the pretty model. Let her see exactly what we can do to you if we tired!"
"Leave MJ out of this, Brock!"
"It's all too personal now, Parker!"
Spider-Man felt his rage boil up inside of him, and, like a ferocious, uncivilized beast, he thrust himself at Venom, hoping to break every bone in his body.
"I am tired of you threatening my family, Brock! No more! I'm not holding back anymore! If I have to kill you, I will!"
On the second night things turned bad for Spider-Man. He was tired and hungry, he was beat up and bruised. He couldn't tell if Venom had any injuries, but he had slowed down too as well.
The media, at this time, had full, 24 hour coverage of the brawl. Some channels were dedicated to it. They started to call it "The Inevitable War", as the feud between these two superhumans was not that secret.
On the third day Spider-Man and Venom had restricted themselves to the ground. Spider-Man flipped and landed in the street. His spider-sense tingled, and as he saw his enemy jumping towards him he has hit by a bus.
No one really saw what happened next. Some say they saw Spider-Man's neck snap. Others say he spun a webline too late to save himself. Whatever the true story is, Spider-Man flew forward, rolled, and lay out in the street, unconscious. And that was when Venom fled the scene and made his escape, which he had been unable to do with Spider-Man on his tail the past few days.
No one went near the hero that was on the pavement. No one dared.
Spider-Man, after all this, was hit by a bus? It didn't make sense. Paramedics rushed to the scene and declared that he was indeed not dead, and they moved him to a secure location. Not secure enough, apparently, since his body was stolen that same night.