Ultimatrix Bearer: Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoyed the speech, I was super nervous about it lol

Avenger2003: Yeah I didn't want to go too extreme in that moment... In these following moments however...

estrd3: Yeah Gwen "Staying" with the Avengers was always sort of doomed to fail lol

Update! I will be posting continuously each day until we reach the end of This final arc before Infinity War. After we reach the end of this chunk, I'll be waiting until after I see "Endgame" to continue. Mostly because there are things I'd like to do in Infinity War, but can't really try yet without knowing how this all ends. But assuming Endgame doesn't shake things up too hard or limit what I am thinking, Infinity War is going to be amazing :3


Two Months Later

"Gwen! Breakfast is ready!"

"I'll be right out!"

Turning off the water, I stepped out of the shower. Rather than grabbing a towel, Venom took form over my body. His presence emerging from my skin pushed away the excess moisture or absorbing it. I started grabbing my clothes and getting dressed as he melted away beneath my skin once again. Venom's help made the process of getting dry only take a few seconds. Which was great, because I had a big day ahead of me.

Once dressed in my jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, I made my way to the kitchen. Spotting Dad setting plates at the table, Venom was already emerging from my shoulder to take his place beside me. "Morning." I greeted with a smile.

"Hey," He replied, taking his place across from me. "I'm gonna be working late tonight, want me to leave money for pizza?"

"Yes." Venom answered quickly, before diving into his plate. His big stupid head chowing down like a pig at the trough.

"Yeah that would be nice." I confirmed with a chuckle, "Want me to record the game for you?"

"So you can watch it alone."

"Nah I'll be listening on the radio at work." He assured, waving me off. Before reaching over and tapping the glass of yellow liquid in front of Venom. "Hey, don't forget to drink your orange juice."

"No," Venom grumbled, munching up his pancakes. "I wanted chocolate milk."

"Yeah well my daughter can't subsist off of chocolate," Dad argued, I simply watched the exchange with a few light chuckles. Trying to ignore the doubt. "Now drink, or no more chocolate chip pancakes on Saturday."

"Ugh, fine." Venom grumbled, his tongue diving into the glass. Though he wasn't drinking it like a normal creature, the liquid was slowly draining. Being absorbed through his gross tongue. He'd much rather be drinking blood after all.

"Thank you."

Ever since moving back home, Dad was always in a great mood. He'd even adjusted to Venom, which made me happy. The two openly talked now, of course I still made sure Venom avoided mentioning any... Messy, bloody visceral topics. For Dad's sake, not mine. We were all getting along great, like one big happy family.

Home life was chill, no more responsibilities I needed to stress over. No more worrying about missions or training or online classes. Sure I kept up my exercise, visiting the local gym and going for runs around town. But most of my free time was drawing, improving my skills that had sort of waned over the six months I lived that Avenger's Compound.

After today though, I wasn't gonna be getting much practice I don't think.

"Alright, I've gotta get going," Dad sighed as he stood from the table upon finishing his food. "Mind taking care of the dishes?"

Doing a low life's work.

"Of course not." I waved him off, "Get going, I see you later tonight." It was a lie, a filthy lie.

Shuffling for his wallet, he pulled out a twenty dollar bill. "Here, for Venom's pizza." He chuckled, handing it off to me. "See you later tonight."

We shared a brief hug, one I wish could have lasted long, before he left.

The moment the door closed, my smile vanished. Leaving me in silence, as Venom finished up licking his plate. "You know... There is still time to back out of this." He pointed out, narrowing his eyes as I took the plates away to the sink. "If you're... Not up to it."

Nope, no way. "If I don't do this now it'll never get done... And don't act like you aren't bored out of your mind here." I added, getting to work scrubbing the dishes clean after rolling up my sleeves.

Don't know why I bothered, my hands are filthy already.

"I mean, I am," I'd assume if he were more than just a head he would have shrugged. "And I quite like this little plan of yours, but this will get you in a lot of trouble."

"Hardly matters anymore I think."

Once the dishes were finished, I went back to my room. Making sure everything was nice and clean before grabbing my backpack. It was already loaded with the clothes I wanted to take, along with money I'd collected since coming home. I shut down my computer, left my sketchbook behind, and made my way back to the kitchen with a note in hand. One that I'd prepared days ago...

Dad, I have to go away for awhile.

I'm sorry.

I can't tell you where I'm going, because then you might get in trouble for something I'm about to do.

I promise I'll be back, and I'll stay safe.

Your baby girl, Gwen.

I left the note on the counter, beside my phone. I wouldn't be needing that anymore.

You're probably wondering what the hell I'm actually doing...

Or maybe its obvious, either way.

Flashback time!

. . .

Two Weeks Earlier

"I appreciate you coming all this way." I wore a faint smile, stepping deeper into my favorite alleyway alongside a familiar face.

"Hey I told you," Eddie Brock shrugged casually, "Any time you needed help, but I see you haven't lost your enthusiasm for alleyways."

Alright, I deserved that. I deserved a lot worse too. They were just so convenient! "Ha ha," I rolled my eyes, placing a hand on my hip. "Look, I just need information and maybe a ride."

Eddie nodded his head, "Depends on the information, and where you're going."

"I need to know where the enhanced we rescued at the CIT went."

Eddie hesitated in his response, shifting nervously. "What are you planning to do if I tell you?"

What the hell does he think? "I'm gonna kick in the door and rescue two people that shouldn't be in there." I scoffed at him, crossing my arms. "Now are you gonna help me or not?" Should I have mentioned the bodies I'll be stacking?

"Okay okay, relax," Eddie held up his hands defensively. "I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into... If you go through with this, you'll be considered a criminal."

I know that, I spent the last month thinking about that. "Yeah, I get it... But I made a promise, and I'm going to keep it." I stated, determined to get this done. And clear my tormented conscious right?

Eddie nodded slowly, "The Raft, that's where they were taken."

Stark mentioned that facility before, "That's the... Island right?"

"More like a floating prison," Eddie stated, "But yeah, basically... Its where all Enhanced Individuals that aren't too dangerous to be kept awake, are sent."

"Do you know the exact location?" I had a vague idea, somewhere off the coast of Manhattan I think, maybe a few miles out in the water. "I can't exactly go swimming and look for it."

"Yeah, I know some people that might be able to get you in," He admitted, albeit nervously. "Remember those guys that outfitted us for the CIT? You might be able to make a deal with them, I know they've wanted to crack that nut for a long time." While I crack skulls.

"Perfect, same location as before?" I questioned, having committed that warehouse to memory.

"That's right," He nodded, shifting nervously. "You gonna need my help?"

I shook my head, already starting to move. "No, I don't want to get anyone else in trouble for what I'm doing." I assured, "Thanks for the info, I'll be in touch if I need anything."

He nodded solemnly, as I continued on my way. "Good luck."

. . .

A few tenuous meetings and back alley dealings later, here we are. You'd be surprised what a group of criminals is willing to do for you if you beat down and murder a couple rival gang leaders. I'd dirtied my hands for them, and they had something they wanted to take from here as well. I tried to keep the number of bodies to a minimum. But sometimes it just didn't work out.

"This is Raft Prison Control, you are clear for landing."

"Almost time doll face," The man behind the controls of the chopper said through our communicator. I couldn't see him, of course, it was too dark. "You'll have twenty minutes once the party starts."

"Teams standing by to receive resupply." I was hiding in a crate, with the rest of the supplies.

What? Surprised we're already here?

Don't you know that time moves faster while you're watching flashbacks?

"I'll do my job, just don't leave without me." I answered, before pulling the mask down over my face. I wasn't afraid to use my powers, or reveal who I was. But if I could limit the exposure, that would be nice. So I was decked out in combat gear, boots and black body armor. Most of it was lightweight, not like I needed to worry about bullets. I did eat a big breakfast after all.

And there would be plenty of fuel in a few moments.

I could hear the metal creaking as the massive doors below opened, the Raft must have risen from the water already. I could feel that familiar sensation in my stomach as we lowered. Touching down on the platform, I could hear chatter among the guards and the "Supply team" that was inside the helicopter. The dull thudding of boots across the metal as they moved crate after crate onto the landing platform.

Eventually, mine was moved as well. They carried me out, piling me up with the others.

Hijacking the supply drop was easy, evidently these boys had all the tools we'd need thanks to SHIELD. It was just a matter of blocking the right communications and stopping a few trucks at the right time.

More thuds sounded, as they began popping off the lids. Getting closer and closer to my own.

"Here we go."

"What the hell?" Was the last thing I heard before a loud, violent buzzing echoed from one of the other crates. Our EMP had gone off, and that meant it was time to go to work.

I kicked upward, launching the lid of my own crate free before jumping out after it. Grabbing the metal lid, I swung it around smacking the guards nearby before they even had a chance to reach for their sidearms. A few muffled gunshots followed, as Franky's team took out the guards at the rooms edge. They were quickly moving more crates into position, creating a defensive perimeter around the landing pad. The lights were replaced with red emergency lights, as the limited backup power kicked on.

"Alright power is gonna be out for about twenty minutes, and their communications are down." He explained quickly, "Get what you came for, while we get ours."

"Thanks." I nodded, smirking beneath my mask before I started sprinting for the nearest door. Emergency power had those working at least, which made sense. It would be really bad if the Prisoners could just walk out during a power outage.

"Stop right there!" Two guards had rifles trained on me the moment I came through the archway.

But they expected me to stop, idiots.

Lunging at them, blunt ended tendrils fired from my shoulders. Knocking them good across the face, laying them out flat on the ground as they were rendered unconscious and I continued my invasion. But as I passed through the next door, I was blasted by a shotgun shell to the chest. It tore through my armor and made me stumble back. It was a high impact round, a slug. Venom's response was faster than my own, as a jagged tendril stabbed forward and pieced the poor bastard through his stomach as my own body healed.

I didn't like the killing.

Or at least I'd never admit it.

But I'd accepted it was necessary long before I came here.

To think this could be done without killing anyone was unrealistic.

And I didn't have any particular love for those that worked for Ross.

They deserve it.

Following the map I'd memorized, I eventually reached an elevator, still running on emergency power. Rather than waiting, I formed jagged claws and began to tear away the metal door. Opening up the shaft, before taking the dive. An express route to the bottom floor, the prison level. I could see the actual elevator descending below me, and used a few spiked tendrils to slow my decent as they stabbed into the walls around me.

Before kicking in the emergency hatch, finding myself facing six guards inside no doubt on their way to reinforce the prison block. But rather than turn this metal box into a meat grinder, I used my own skill. Grabbing one man by the head and slamming him into another, before uppercutting the third. One threw his arms around me from behind, while another laid his knuckles across my masked face.

It hardly hurt, and I responded by swinging my legs up and kicking him in the chest with a little enhanced strength from Venom. The man was thrown against the wall, before I threw my head back slamming it into the person holding me. No doubt breaking his nose and making him let go of me. I spun around and grabbed the dumb bastard, finishing up by using him as a bludgeoning tool to beat down the remaining guard.

When the door opened, I was met with a hail of gun. Bullets tearing through my light armor, pushing me back against the wall as my blood was splattered against it. The men in the elevator were killed by the gunfire, these bastards didn't even care.

I came to a stop against the wall, before slowly sliding down to the ground. The two men responsible approaching slowly, weapons at the ready. "Target is do-"

How cute.

Venom's tendrils silenced both of them, stabbing out of my hole filled body and piercing their chests. "What kind of scum guns down their own comrades?" I questioned, lifting my blood covered face slowly. The mask had been blown away by bullets and the fighting in the elevator, and I'm sure with my golden locks matted down with blood I looked like something out of a horror movie.

I want them to fear me.

Their faces were pale, twisting with fear as my blood was slowly pulled back inside of me. The holes in my body healing rapidly, before I pulled the tendrils free, leaving these two to bleed out on the floor before I made my way into the cell block. Making sure to snag their keycards as I passed by their soon-to-be corpses.

I passed through room after room, taking down any guards that got in my way. Passing a number of cells, many were empty but a number had lizard men that were viciously scratching and beating on the glass. Sent into a frenzy of sorts by the alarms and flashing lights. I noticed that all of them seemed to be wearing strange blue outfits, some kind of prison attire. Probably meant to look more futuristic than it actually was...

I felt bad for them, but they weren't my objective here.

"You."

I nearly stumbled as I heard his voice, turning sharply I realized I almost missed him in the darkness of his cell. He'd been stripped of his bandages, and I was staring at a bearded, grizzled older man, but it was definitely him. His head was clean shaven before, but now head a messy mop of golden hair. His body still thin as ever.

"Yeah, me." I greeted, approaching the glass. "Come on, I'm getting you out of here." Taking the stolen card to the scanner.

"Why?" He questioned, as the reinforced glass slid to the side allowing him freedom.

Because I fucked up.

"Because you shouldn't be here." I answered simply, "I'm not gonna force it, if you wanna stay here whatever but I've only got minutes to do this so I don't have time to explain things." Quickly moving on, "Have you got any idea where Amy is?"

"Next room over..." He answered with a grunt, following behind me.

I didn't waste anymore time, passing through the next door. My eyes darting around rapidly, before I spotted her on the ground leaning up against the glass. Her eyes were sunken, cheeks hollow, as if she were exhausted and hadn't been eating. Her legs and arms were in bound by special cuffs, no doubt to keep her from using her super speed. Her eyes widening as she saw me, quickly rubbing them as if she didn't believe it.

I opened the door without hesitation, "Come on, we're leaving!" She stumbled back when I reached for her, nearly falling as she brought her hands up to cover her face.

"No, you aren't real, I won't fall for it again." She muttered, shaking her head back and forth. That long messy black and silver hair hiding her face.

Yeah, Amy had definitely been traumatized. But we didn't have time for this, "Carry her." I ordered, using my tendrils to lift her up as she struggled.

"No! Just let me wake up again!" She pleaded, did she think this was some kind of dream?

More like a nightmare.

"I've got her." The man nodded as I practically forced Amy into his arms. With his strength, keeping her handled was no problem.

Now back to the eleva-

"Wait! Over there!"

Dammit Venom we don't have time for-

"Oh shit." I blinked in surprise, spotting a familiar tall muscular and pissed off looking woman. "Titania..."

She was glaring at me, on her feet with her hands pressed against the glass. "You..."

How hasn't she broken out of here? There's no way this glass is enough to hold her. "Whelp... It was nice seeing you again, bye bye!"

"We should free her."

"What!? Why?" I demanded, stopping while both Titania and the mystery man looked at me like I was crazy.

"We are about to become a public enemy, and she is very powerful."

"Oh..." I blinked. But seriously, ask her to come with me? Dammit, I didn't have time for this. "You wanna tag along or just sit here being angry?" I asked, swiping the card through the door lock. Making it open slowly, removing any barriers between us. "Decide fast because our ride isn't gonna wait."

Titania narrowed her eyes at me, suspicion clear in them. "Hmph whatever, I'll take the ride but after that I'm gonna beat your ass."

"Wonderful," I rolled my eyes at her, not too worried about it. "Now lets move dammit!"