It's late in the day when Peter watches on the news about a break out from an unspecified prison, this just screams bad news to him. Putting on his costume, he runs out the door, ready to ask his favorite well known superhero team. The dread in his stomach only increases as he nears the Avenger's Mansion, using his honorary Avenger card he got last month, the gate opens for him as soon as it verifies.
"Good morning Spider-man." Jarvis said, greeting Spider-man at the Entrance.
"Not now Jarvis." He says as nicely as possible, finding the Avengers circled around a table discussing the recent breakout.
"Spider-man? Is there any reason for the sudden visit?" Captain America asks kindly, Peter's used to the different tones of peoples voices, this is his "political" Voice.
"Which prison got broken into?" He asks simply, not in the mood to play games today.
"You couldn't have a cup of coffee before you popped the question kid?" Iron man asked, mask retracted to reveal Tony Stark.
"Please Spider-man, sit down, catch your breath before you go asking questions." The patriotic Captain said, pointing to the chair, conveniently pulled out
"You know, I may be younger than most of us who wear tights, this." Peter said, pointing to his head.
"Is sharper than most, I can tell when someone wants me kept in the dark." He said, sitting down.
"Look Spider-kid, we appreciate the concern, but we have everything under control, especially with me on the case." Hawkeye said, crossing his arms.
"Listen Spider-man, while I wouldn't word it the way Hawkeye did, I do agree we have the situation under control, there is really no need for you to assist." the Captain said, Peter responds by, as expected of him, threw the chair.
"Don't you worry, I have ways of getting info! and... sorry about the chair." Peter mutters before leaping out the window. Returning home, he opens his laptop, cracking his fingers before setting to work. After what seems like hours, Peter finally gets a name.
"Of all the good for nothing... why'd it have to be S.H.I.E.L.D?!" Peter asked to the bald man with an eyepatch sitting on his bed.
"You're nosier than I give you credit for Peter." He said with a smirk, chuckling at the situation before him.
"How many Fury?" He asked as calmly as could be expected, only a few of his rogues were held on the helicarrier, and none of them spelt good news if they got out.
"Just one. Eddie Brock and his Alien friend." Nick said, deciding to be nice and tell him.
"How... Did you manage to lose an big old piece of alien poop and his musclebound host?!" Peter asked quite loudly, visibly angry at the situation.
"Listen kid, stay out of this, he's... different than when you subdued him for us. He's stronger somehow, how he escaped, is classified. but what I will tell you is this, you have your whole life ahead of you, let the big shots handle this." He said sternly before opening the door and leaving. Peter didn't bother going after him, as soon as he opens the door again, he'd be gone already. Peter wants so badly to scream and claw for answers, but his outstretched hand falls down.
"What's the point...?" Peter asked to no one in particular, he was leaned against the wall, staring at his fist, covered in that familiar red spandex that has become a second outfit to him for nearly 3 years. He wants so hard to make spider-man a beacon of hope that everyone can rely on in the worst of times, but the other heroes still treat him like a child, and old JJJ definitely doesn't help. What if he just throws the suit in the closet and never looks at it again?
"Uncle Ben... What would you do in this situation..?" Peter asks, picking up a photo of him, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May, years before the ravages of time took their toll, back before that stupid spider bit him... Clad in nothing but boxers and a tank top, Peter pulls the blanket over him, deciding maybe a nap will help. To his relief, no nightmares plague him today, he's in a field, he doesn't recognize it right away, but it does come to him. it's the field from the day he fell down the hill and sprained his ankle. Man, Uncle Ben was down that hill faster than anything. Why does he remember it suddenly? Is it because these days when the three visited bens cousins were peaceful? before he has any more time to dwell on it, he wakes suddenly, looking at the alarm clock, it's been 3 hours. The first thing Peter does it turn on the TV, and that's when he sees it, the hulking form, the spider, even from as far as the helicopter is, he immediately recognizes it as venom. he's pulling a stunt that seems hauntingly familiar, then it comes to him, he saw this in his nightmares, but now it's clear what the web says...
SPIDER-MAN, COME AND GET US, IF YOU DARE!
Peter watches intently to what they're saying
"As of yet, his only demands have been that Spider-man face him, any other non civilians get thrown back, the civilian kill count has already risen into the three dozens, Spider-man, where are you?" The reporter asks the camera, shock and worry plague her face.
"I'm coming." He growled to the tv, turning it off and grabbing his costume before leaping out of the window. By the time he gets to the quarantine barriers, the other heroes notice him and motion him to stay back, and, being the angry individual he is, refuses. he lands in the area miles away just in time to prevent the death of another innocent civilian.
"Ah... So the spider has finally come!" He whispers out, letting go of the frightened man. the two walk towards each other slowly, even though the difference between their forms are noticeable, it doesn't bother him this time.
"Well, let's have it! The usual wisecrack and Quip!" venom sneered out, waving his hands around as he does so.
"Quip this." Peter growls, quickly rearing back and punching venom as hard as he could, there was no pulling punches or holding back this time, and that was evident as Venom went through the doors of the building behind them.
END OF CHAPTER