AN: Tumblr prompt: Danny fused with Venom

Drabble 33-Venom

Danny didn't know what he was really getting into when he agreed to help Fury with a little lab explosion down in Queens. He just thought he would have to rescue a couple people, put out a couple of fires, and that was that.

He never thought he would get stuck with some sticky black goo attached to him. It covered his whole suit, making the whole thing black except for his logo. He tried pulling it off of him, but that didn't work. He tried flying as fast as he could. Maybe it would fall off. But that hadn't worked either. He blasted himself in the chest with an ecto-ice blast, sure that now he would be rid of it. But now, it only absorbed the hit and latched on even tighter.

Whenever he went crime fighting as Phantom it would also be a sort of mask around him, leaving only the eyes and nose open, like a ninja. It helped for stealth because the glow was hardly there anymore, but it felt..Wrong. Like every cell in his being was telling him to reject the black tar, but it was really hard to do that when it wouldn't get off of him.

"What are you anyway?" He asked the goo. He knew it wouldn't answer. it was just goo with a brain, and there was no way he knew hat would make it come off. But the longer it stayed on, the longer he appreciated its presence. After all, it had become a lot easier to take down bad guys like Dr. Doom or Undergrowth. Maybe this thing wasn't a curse so much as a blessing he didn't recognize.

He walked around school with it under his clothes, and it had stopped the bullies from coming near him. But it also stopped his friends from coming near him. Sam and Tucker didn't know what it was, but they were concerned with it being on him for so long. But Danny had blown them off, and they hadn't come back since. The strange part was that he didn't miss them. In fact, he felt like he didn't even need them. After all, who were they to ell him how to live his life?

It was stuck to him for months, and along that time he became more cruel, more sinister, and overall just more brutal with how he took down villains. When he met up with Spider-Man for a patrol, he had non-jokingly pushed the web head off of a building and laughed as he freaked out. When he didn't apologize or explain his actions, Spider-Man left.

A couple of weeks after that, he had to help take down an army of Dr. Dooms giant robots that were treading over the shores of France. hey were losing badly, even with Danny's enhanced strength, so he decided to use the ace up his sleeve.

His ghostly wail.

He stepped into a strong stance, filled his lungs with as much air as he possibly could, and let it rip.

He could feel himself tearing, and when he glanced down, the black tar had fully detached from his torso. He felt like he could breathe properly again. He kept the scream going, past the point of the robot's destruction. He pointed his face to the sky to not hurt his friends. he realized now that this thing attached to him was awful. It wasn't helping him, it was turning him.

Once he emptied all the air in his lungs he collapsed onto his knees. The goo hadn't detached all the way, and he started to wrestle it, rolling around on the ground as it continued to engulf him. He fought until he couldn't see anymore.

He was trapped inside of the black tar, unable to turn intangible, unable to breathe or to call for help. He was unable to see what was going on outside the black tar. But he was aware of the fact that he let this happen, and whatever happened next was his fault. He should have taken care of the problem before it got this bad.

All of a sudden sharp pains ran throughout his body, and his ears felt like they were bleeding. But he could see and breathe once again. He heard someone faintly screaming, and something in the back of his mind told him that it was he who was screaming. Through the electric current he saw Iron Man and Spider-Man tag teaming to get the black tar off of him. He pointed his head down, looking at the writhing tar before sucking in another breath of air and letting out another ghostly wail. It was much weaker than the last one, but it got the job done. The thing slid off of him and onto the ground, but it didn't get far. Spider-Man trapped it into a n unbreakable flask that was about the size of Danny's thermos.

Danny fell to his knees, exhausted and seeing stars. His head felt a lot more clear than it had been in months. The cloud of fog that was around his mind had lifted. He hadn't even realized it was there until now.

He was still sitting there, trying to catch his breath, when there was a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Spider-Man.

"Sorry," he croaked. His throat was raw from the yelling and his ghostly wails.

"No worries, dude. Been there, done that. I made a plan with Iron Man to get it off of you. Those robots were holograms. We had to trick you into using your ghostly wail to weaken Venom so we could finish the job."

"I appreciate it." Danny took Spidey's outstretched hand and pulled himself up, leaning on Spidey as they walked away from the destruction Danny had caused.

It felt good to be free again.

AN: Hello everybody! I just wanna say thank for all of the feedback! About the spelling errors, I usually write on my dads laptop and that's about 10 ish years old and has missing keys so I do apologize for that. Also if you guys have any prompts in mind feel free to comment or dm me the prompt. Thanks again for all of the support!

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