"I believe I'll be more capable to teach you in that regard Ms. Grey." Said the bald man as his hover chair descended to the level they were standing on.
"P-P-Professor Xavier?!"
They moved on instinct, for a second time now a group of individuals had closed in on them, so with one seamless flip they landed behind Jean, wrapping an arm around her waist, and shooting a web line off into the distance.
The sudden pull left Jean reeling with a swirling upturn in her gut, not to mention her disgustingly petrifying fear of heights at the moment making it thrice as hard to speak.
'Good move, I wasn't fancying being approached by another unknown organization…' Venom said.
Peter huffed in agreement as they maneuvered through two building and moved closer to the sidewalk. Where they dropped kicked a man who was trying to break into a car…or it looked that way until they realized the man they just knocked out had the keys to said car and looked well put together in a suit with a wacky tie.
"Ah, geez…" Peter released Gwen, having Venom send out a pulse with their spider-sense, while he rested against the car to catch a breath. As it turns out, swinging with added weight and only one arm, not. Easy!
"Peee—" Jean began before a black tendril covered her mouth, white eyes looked her over, their sharp line fluttering and taking on a more jagged pattern.
"Spider-man." They said as the tendril retracted, a few people in the vicinity had scooted away, whatever remained were snapping pictures.
Sighing they took her hands and webbed them together, their spider-sense getting the odd ping coming their way, quickly lifting her arms and bringing them back down like a necklace they prepared to leave again.
Jean squeaked as the solid earth left her feet, and was now moving at medium car speed through the air and clinging to the back of her best friend turned super hero.
'Ms. Grey, please tell your friend to stop. We have many things to discuss.'
Jean tightened her hold on the Spider-man and screamed at the familiar voice in her mind, though she settled quickly enough when she felt solid concrete under her feet again, another skyscraper, who knows how far from the other one, was now their resting spot.
Spider-man groaned in irritation, the jagged lines around his eyes more pronounced, and the slouch of his shoulders unsettling.
"Alright, running away isn't working. Jean why don't you hide somewhere while I distract them." Spider-man offered, almost too excited at the idea.
Jean moved to step forward before a red beam came down and smashed through the concrete separating them like wet toilet tissue, the rising debris and dust too much she fell back onto her rear while Spider-man jumped to the side and looked to the sky.
Atop the building opposite of them, in a spandex suit with a bright yellow cross on his chest and a shiny red visor, stood a man with brown hair and a calm demeanor.
"Why don't you step away from the girl Spider-boy, we have a couple things to talk about."
Jean watched shocked as Spider-man, shakily, arose and glared at the visor wearing man who sounded very familiar, the glaring match didn't last as Spider-man rocket forward and leaped from the building toward him his arms readied to shoot dual web lines that looked to collide with him.
But a second before they connected his visor flashed and the beam flew true, engulfing and pushing away the webbing before colliding with Spider-man's chest and slamming him through the ceiling, at an angle, through the first two thankfully barren floors, and finally the wall on the other side.
They spun in the air before Venom shot a web line from their stomach and pulled them through the glass wall leading into an office space, they smashed through four cubicles before rolling to a stop.
The concussive blast left the duo reeling. A semi agonizing force pressing square into the center of their being. It took them a second to catch their breath.
'That blast…was concussive damage…'
Spider-man shakily stood, his legs quivering, and knees begging to fold and relax for a while longer.
'I can take the wheel if you want.'
Spider-man fell against the floor, his hands lazily finding a place beside himself. It was a tempting offer, go to sleep and wake up to another dead body…should it be worrying how welcoming that felt?
"Sorry, but I got a unitard to bury." Peter replied forcing himself to stand and moving
'Don't you mean, bury an axe?'
"I know what I said." Peter laughed shooting a web line and pulling them out of the office space, the petrified cleaning crew shaking at the sight.
They descended at toward the sidewalk, their web lines growing shorter, and shorter as they picked up speed, and by the time they came around the bend of the building and saw Jean being surrounded by someone dressed as a banana with Tekko-kagi* and blue accents, a blue gorilla, and prick with the visor and spandex.
'Save the girl first, they won't see us coming!' Venom offered.
So, as they entered the arc of their final swing they targeted Jean. It was smart, remove her from the fight then come back around for unitard.
Then they just stopped, like someone pulling the emergency breaks in a sports car.
Their head throbbed as whatever put the brakes on them hard released and they fell down onto the floor.
Irritated beyond measure now Spider-man stood up and launched a web line where his spider-sense foresaw the unnatural breaking mechanism emanating from, only for the line to stop in midair and look like someone tried to spray can string in space.
The bald man in the hover chair moved forward with a calm look, "We are not your enemies Spider-man."
Before they could interject, or Xavier could continue his peace speech unitard spoke up.
"How are you still walking!?"
Spider-man looked over and back at Xavier, "Yeah, definitely not my enemies."
Xavier gave unitard a hard look before exhaling, his nostrils flaring, "It was not my intent to rile you or Ms. Grey up. You see I run a school for mutants, we were just trying to inform Ms. Grey of her options."
It took all they had not to laugh, "And your best choice of going through with that wasn't an email, a pamphlet or even a daytime home visit. No, you ass holes show up in a hover chair with a flying lady and start spouting super villain 101!"
"Our sincerest of apologies Spider-man, please, let us explain ourselves."
Whilst Beast and Xavier tried to cool off the Spider-man, Jean just realized how long ago she had called home, and ran over to Spider-man. Her hands clasping his shoulder and spinning him around to face her, with frantic eyes and clearly visible panic she screamed in his face.
"We can deal with tomorrow, but if I don't get home forty-three minutes ago my parents might not ever let me leave home alone ever again!"
Given a perfect out Spider-man picked up Jean similarly to before and looked over at Xavier.
"I guess we'll be in touch."
-0-
The descended gingerly swung into the backyard of her home, Jean, so happy at finally being back on solid ground missed the retraction of venom into Peter.
Now the two stood there, taking in all that had happened during the night, and laughed.
Though their boisterous laughter died shortly after the back door opened and Jeans father stared out with her mother not far behind.
The man that was Jeans father, a bearded man with a receding hair line that stood five nine, wearing some polo shirt and corduroy slacks loomed over them. His brows furrowed and forehead wrinkled as he glared at them.
"Ah, Mr. Grey! I'm so sorry for keeping Jean out so late, it was all my fault!" Peter bowed his head in apology.
The man grumbled unintelligibly under his breath, while Mrs. Grey came over, wiping some flower off her hands atop her cooking smock.
"You should be," she began in a near huff before sighing in relief that her baby girl was home safe and sound, "now then, why don't we all go inside for some cookies, they're oatmeal raisin, I made plenty so you won't need to steal Jeans this time Peter!"
'She knows us?' Venom asked, to which Peter shrugged.
The glare from Mr. Grey softened and the adults turned, ready to head inside. Peter turned his head to see Jean was just as stupefied as him.
Just as they had reached the door Peter realized he didn't like the thought of being grilled by Jeans parents.
"A-actually, sorry but I have a mound of school work that I have to finish! Maybe next time okay?!" He called as he turned and ran out their backyard.
'What was that?!' Venom sneered, his laughter unbridled.
"If binging nineties sit-coms have taught me anything, it's that when the girl's parents invite you in for cookies its so that they can question you and decide if you're up to snuff of dating their daughter."
They ran down the road, it looked like captain of the track team and they whizzed down the block and reached the turn the lead toward their city abode.
'Would that be so bad?' Venom asked as they ducked behind a parked truck and changed into their costume. Web line shot, they were off into the air.
"It wouldn't be, if I wasn't suffering from amnesia, and didn't just try to fight off a group of suitors for her daughter's hand, that kind of thing shows through."
'Does it?'
They landed atop a semi-trucks trailer and sat cross legged. It was an honest question of Venoms part, and Peters exaggeration of a potentially more dangerous scenario.
"Look, first it was shield, now this Xavier guy going after Jean, I don't like it, any of it."
'Maybe your letting your negative feelings toward unitard cloud your judgement of the rest, we were feeling pretty pissed during that whole encounter.'
"…Maybe."
-0-
He stared in disbelief. It was unreal. That trench coat wearing rule stickling edge lord had found their home and made his way inside
"Oh, come on! I said I needed some time to decompress and think it over!"
Fury put down a signed get well soon card from Mr. Stacy and his daughter. His sole eye found Peters, and in an instant Venom erupted around him cloaking him in the black costume.
"I'm just here to drop something off Mr. Parker." Fury explained reaching into his coat and pulling out a smart phone, "It's a one-way communicator. We'll be in touch." With that he turned and began his walk toward the window.
A black tendril shot forward and with only the slightest tilt of his head Fury dogged the gooey line of black ooze.
"Was there something you wanted?" Fury asked calmly looking over his shoulder and forcing himself to remain calm.
The feral and jagged look in those white eyes was chilling and sharp teeth filled his now existing open maw, with a long red tongue.
"We aren't to be played with…" Their voice was overlaid, but more so than before, and their slouch implied they were ready to pounce, "Next time you barge in…we won't be so lenient."
A/N:
Hey guys! Here's chapter 9, again shorter than I'd like but what can you do…
I honestly don't have much to say here…
Tekko-Kagi*: Ninjas scratched enemies sharply with " Tekko-Kagi" ... The shape of Tekko-Kagi was four iron nails like bear claws attached to a metal ring. When used, the ninja would grasp the oval ring and scratch his enemy with the edges. A rope was tied around Ninja's wrist tightly. This information was gathered from the Ninja Encyclopedia, also Wolverine only has three claws so while like Tekko-kagi, it is not.
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nataku2709: Thanks, and sorry about the short length of these chapter, I'll try to work on that for next time, transition chapters like this one always turn out a bit…meh.
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