Spider-Man was taken back for a moment, and he lied on his back as if he was taking a break. He heard a laugh, then sat back up. It was Venom! "Spider-Man! How the hell are 'ya?" Spider-Man stood up shakily. "Venom? How about what the hell are you doing here?" "What? A guy can't parade around in his tights like you?" "Not when you're a super villain." Venom shrugged. "What's in 'ya hand?" "Hell no. What the fuck is wrong with you? A few weeks ago we were trying to kill each other and now you're my bestest friend?" "Sounds cool." Venom laughed. Spider-Man felt odd about this. He and Venom had been nothing but archenemies, but now they were pals? The world was fucked up, hell yeah. Maybe that alien symbiote that once belonged to Spider-Man had triggered a strange bond between the two of them.
"Well," Venom asked. "What's in your hand?" "Its my dirty little secret." Spider-Man laughed. "Ooh! I love that song! 'I'll keep you my dirty little secret! Da da da da dee'. I wonder who sings that?" "Are you insane? No, don't answer that." "I heard about the return of the Man-Wolf, chuckles. So you can shove that stone up your ass." "Chuckles is your nickname." Spider-Man pouted. "Spidey, doll face. I was at the crack deal." "I knew you were up to no good!" Spider-Man pointed. Venom nodded. "Am I ever up to any good?" "No." "My point. Okay. Its obvious Jameson didn't help you, so do you want some leads or not?" Spider-Man shook his head. "Not! I what makes you think I'd actually trust you?" "I dunno. Pathetic enough." Spider-Man grunted. Did he really want Venom's help? I mean, come on! This was Venom! But, Spider-Man didn't have any other leads…"Fine, you idiot. I suppose listening to you rant on and on might give a lead." Venom clapped like a retard. "Okay, here's the scoop-" "Start already, Lois Lane." "I'm trying you idiot!" "Get a move on. What are you slow?" "Shuddap." "Make Me."
"Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted, Jameson Jr. is being controlled by someone through the radiation of his gemstone." "What? Who's controlling him?" "Someone who's on crack." Venom responded. "Jameson tried to break away, and they had a fight. That's what happened at the comic store." "What were you doing there?" "Minding my own business, getting stoned." Spider-Man shook his head in disapproval. "Who could control him? King Pin?" "I dunno? I ain't a detective. Go get Scooby Doo."
Spider-Man swung off without saying thank you, and Venom was determined enough to get it. He followed Spider-Man to the closed-off comic book store. Spider-Man sneaked through the same air vent he had before, and Venom followed him. Spider-Man examined the evidence and tried to find traces of who was 'controlling' Jameson Jr. "BOO!" Venom screamed. Spider-Man jumped in the interrupted silence. "Ha ha." "What the hell are you doing here?" "Numero uno; I didn't get a 'thanks, Venom!' or a 'thank you'. And, numero dos; I need to get some crack." "Help yourself. And 'thanks, Venom!'" Spider-Man moaned, looking around as Venom's symbiote costume grew a pocket for a large bag of cocaine.
"So, who do 'ya think is controlling the brat?" "He's not a brat, he's an astronaut!" "He's the son of the president of the "I HATE SPIDER-MAN" guild. I think I joined it already, I gotta check." Spider-Man chuckled and shook his head in response. "Who could be doing this?" "Well, look at the evidence of the fight. Dumb ass! See, the indents in the walls show it was a real match to pay money for, and the ribbed cocaine bags wasn't only from J.J. Jr.'s claws." "What do you mean, Venom?" "I mean, it was someone big. I mean BIG." Spider-Man thought. "Why the hell are you telling me this? You're talking to me like we're friends!" "You've acted that way so far." Venom shrugged. "You're totally unpredictable, y'know that?" Venom shrugged once more. "Might 'a mentioned it." "Look, you better go before cops come to check up on this place." "I'll take you up on that offer, Webinator." Spider-Man thought he'd throw up; he spent almost a whole hour with Venom, and they didn't fight once. Once! This is something he'd lose sleep over for sure.
He sat on top of a large package of coke and though, giggling the gemstone in his hand. "Rhino?" He said aloud. "Nah, too stupid? Scorpion? He had the motivation, all right, hating Jameson for sticking him in that damn suit, but he was too stupid too." As Spider-Man's brain rattled, a buzzing penetrated his thoughts. His spider-sense!
Spider-Man ducked behind the huge package he was sitting on and became silent. He heard talking, but didn't dare move to see who it was. "Doesn't look like anyone was here, dude." Said a young voice. "I'm sure I heard someone talking!" Spider-Man smacked himself in the head. "I have to learn not to talk to myself!" He said. "Who's there?" Spider-Man smacked his head again. He heard guns loading. Ooh crap! Spider-Man didn't see anywhere he could crawl to or be out of site. He was trapped.
He knew it was police officers, or other people who had guns, for that matter. Spider-Man mentally devised a plan. He quietly dug his fingers under the sack of coke he was hiding behind, and, with all his super-human strength, he flipped it over on the two men, who now lie on their backs and stuck under this huge sack.
Spider-Man looked at the two men struggling to get free. They were cops, and one of them was that officer he befriended! "Officer Squirt?" "Spider-Man! What the hell were you doing there?" "Getting high," He said, lifting the bag off of them. "Sorry about that." He said. The other officer shook his head. "What the fuck?" "What do you mean 'what the fuck'? I heard guns and took action!" Spider-Man leapt to the ceiling and saluted the two men. He realized he did that all the time and wanted to stop because it was kinda gay.
He wondered who could be controlling Jameson Jr. He couldn't think. He watched the two officers leave from the roof, and waited for a brain blast or something. He couldn't figure it out; who would have the motivation and brains to take control of him? Then, with a glimpse from below, he saw his answer.