Chapter 4
"Ok now honey. Your father will drop me off at the airport, and then he will be at work. If you need anyone, call your father and he will come running. Isn't that right hun?"
"Right. I will be finishing about 11 at the earliest. I know that is late, but I have a really busy day at work ahead of me." May sat in her bed as her parents talked at her and fussed over her. "The doctor said that you need to stay in bed. so stay in bed and only get up for the bathroom and food. Your mother rang Jen earlier and told her to ring your mobile if she wants. So keep it on. Don't let her in here if you don't feel up to it, ok?"
"Sure thing dad." May forced a very convincing cough and sank into the bed. "urrrr." She groaned and pulled the covers over her head.
"You just get better honey. See you soon." MJ kissed her forehead and hurried out of her room. Peter kissed her too and put her mobile next to her bed.
"See you soon. I will try and come home as soon as I can."
"That's ok. I'm not going anywhere anyway. So what's the rush?" Peter ran his hand through his aging brown hair.
"See you soon anyway." Peter blew her a kiss and closed her door quietly.
May waited 30 minuets under her covers, and sprang out of bed. She wore the biggest grin on her face as she ran at the wall, her body all coiled up like a spring, waiting to just come to life. She quickly washed her face and teeth, threw on a dressing gown and sat at her balcony. What fun could she have while her parents were out? Oh I don't know…perhaps I could be Spidergirl? She grinned and left her hot coco on her table, to find her back pack. But there was a problem. All her clothes and belongings were in her room, in her draws. Even her black spider web gypsy head scarf was on her vanity table. What if her mother had it, and looked inside? Or even worse? What if her father had it? She took her parents room to pieces trying to find her SBP, but she couldn't find it anywhere. She needed to find it because her presents, and more importantly her costume was in it.
"Grrr!" May huffed and sulked at her table on her veranda. No SBP, no costume. No costume, no web slinging and being the good guy she could now finally be. "Drat." She pouted profusely and sipped at her coco. The hot chocolate liquid soothed her slightly into closing her eyes. But she quickly opened them when something hit the table in front of her. She couldn't believe her eyes. It was her Spidy back pack, her SBP with a note attached.
Next time, try not to lose your costume. We may not be there to save it for you next time. And as for which costume to wear, try to wear the Spidergirl costume. I hardly think the other costume will do the spider image any good. you bad girl.
"Which costume to wear? I only have one." May took her bag and the note inside her room. she closed the curtains, preparing to change as she emptied the contents of her bag onto her bed. and then she turned bright red with embarrassment as she saw a certain box fall onto the bed. Stacy's present. "Oh my. So that is what he meant by other costume. He…he…oh boy." She cringed to herself as she tried to think what impression she would have made on her 'guardian angel' after he saw the revealing police woman costume and fishnets. And the whip and variety of lubricants and condoms wouldn't have helped too much either. "He must think I am some sort of play boy. Or even worse, a floozy...grrr. I hate Stacy." She scowled and took off all her clothes. "I think I would have preferred to do another paper for her than have this." She shoved the box under her bed and smiled at her other, decent gifts. She put them on her vanity desk and began to think. "Now how can I wear this costume, and my clothes…I know dad used to put his underneath, but what about the gloves and mask? Did he just keep them in his pocket?" she leaned back against the wall, her hands on her wallpaper. "Mmmm…what the?" she tried to pull back from the wall, but she couldn't. It was like her finger tips had been super glued to her wall. "Oh darn you." She put one foot behind her and tried to push off. That didn't work so she put the other one on the wall too. After a few seconds though, she couldn't help but gasp and smile. "I am stuck to the wall. I am stuck! To the wall! Wahoo!" at last her powers seemed to be taking affect. Perhaps that is why she went on conscious before, for her powers to adapt to her. or the other way round. May grinned madly as she slowly edged her way up the wall backwards until she was flat against the ceiling, looking down at her bed. "WAHOO!" but her grip faltered and she fell to the bed. "Darn, slipped. I had better concentrate a little more. Can't have that happening a couple of feet in the air now can we." She clambered to her feet and pulled on her costume, minus the mask and gloves. "Ouch. Have I grown?" the costume still fit, but it hurt around her breasts and hips. Her stomach had the outline of a decent 6 pack and her breast seemed to have just enlarged a few cups over night. "Wow. Awesome!" she felt taller too. She pulled on a pair of really baggy blue jeans, a large baggy black, long sleeved jumper and tied her hair back in her present from Peggy, the black spider web head scarf. "And the great thing about this scarf it, it flattens my hair so when I do put my mask on, my head wont look bumpy." She chuckled and stuffed her mask and gloves into the side pocket of her SBP. She then raided the fridge and packed sandwiches, bottles of water and a note pad and pen. "Ok. Time for some fun." She checked her web shooters were in place and crawled up the wall to the skylight. "So much easier now." She then opened the skylight and left it open, swung herself through it and almost had a heart attack when she launched herself meters into the air. "Aaaa!" May did land on her roof, not too gracefully as her back side proved as a good cushion. "Got to stop landing on my ass. And I have to watch how I jump too. At least I know I will be able to jump from building to building now." She chuckled and slowly crawled down the back of the building into the alley.
"Well, that was worth it now wasn't it." she huffed to herself and her hot chocolate. May was sat in a café, alone after just aimlessly wandering around looking for crime. She hadn't even found one thing she could help with. "And dad always used to complain about too much 'business' in town. Pah." She took another sip, and almost choked as a scream sounded from down the street. She dropped her change for the tip and ran the opposite way to the screaming crowd. She ducked into a now empty building and into their toilets. Her outer clothes were stuffed into her bag and her mask and gloves came on. She almost forgot to take her shoes off as she scaled the flower shop to the roof. As May looked to the disturbance, she was horrified. There was an armoured van, with it's back doors wide open, all 8 of the officers from the van and the bike escorts lined up outside, knelt down with their hands on their heads. Over 20 men, all with bulky shades and combats on held large bats and guns. They were unloading the bags of money from the van to a four by four with no licences plate. "Time for my entrance." She put her two middle fingers into her palm and shot a line of web out to one building opposite with her left hand, and another with her right. she yanked on the lines and sent herself spinning into the air, twisting more than a spinning top. She landed in the very centre of the scene, just before the lined up hostages and was crouched down.
"Who the fuck are you supposed to…" but the thug couldn't finish his sentence as she slowly rose to her feet. She stood with one hand on her hip and the other by her side. Her curves, her seductive pose, her large breasts and hour glass figure, and the way she began to sashay towards them was too much. She was stunning.
"I my dear, am Spidergirl." She stopped and held her hands together behind her back, unknowingly amplifying her breasts. "Is this an invitation only party, or can anyone play?" she asked seductively, making the leader, who she had picked out from his barking orders, gulp and think all his birthdays had come at once.
"Hell yeah." He yanked a bag from the van and threw it to her. "Help yourself sweet thing."
"I don't mind if I do, but." She threw the money back in the van and chuckled behind her hand. "Silly, silly man." She beckoned him suggestively and he came almost running to her silent call. "That wasn't what I meant by play. This, is the game I had in mind." He stood right in front of her, and doubled over in pain. She was so fast, if it wasn't for the shapely knee imbedded in his gut, he wouldn't have known it was her. "My daddy always taught me it is wrong to steal. But right to give it back." She back handed him and sent him scuttling over the floor.
"Get her!" the other men automatically followed for the revenge of their humiliated and beaten leader, to regret it. One came towards her and she sank into the splits as he swung for her. She then put her hands on the ground and span her hips around, caught his legs with her legs, and sent him to the floor painfully. Spidergirl flipped herself to her feet and webbed the thug to the floor.
"Next." A man with a gun shot at her, but she bent backwards into the crab as the shots missed. When she flipped herself back, she had a fist ready and broke the guy's nose, spraying blood all over his face and clothes. Another three all joined in and she webbed one, and used him like a slingshot into the other two. Her head started to buzz frantically and she instinctively ducked forward. One of the thugs had tried to swing a bat at her from behind, but her inherited spidersense had warned her in time to move. Boy she got him good when she span round with a round house kick to his head. "Let me see." She counted 20 before, 7 were webbed to the ground now. "13 more." She jumped up high and landed on the top of the segued van. All the remaining men surrounded the van and 5 of them all shot at her at once. She used her buzzing head to tell her when to dodge and ended up doing what could have passed for break-dancing on the van, avoiding the bullets. "Are you quite finished?" she said with one leg bent under her, and the other one outstretched. She webbed two of the guys and span in a furious circle. This had a bowling ball affect on all the remaining men, but two. She webbed the fallen ones down and somersaulted to her feet on the road. "I'll give you a choice." She put her hands under the van and effortlessly lifted it with one hand high above her head. "Lay down and play dead, or you can suffer the same fate as your buddies here." They took one look at their scattered and webbed comrades, the super bitch with tons worth of armoured vehicle above her head, and dropped to the floor. "Good choice." She chuckled and lowered the van again. She looked to two large, and close together street lamps and shot a wide spread web. Now with a large spider's web between them, she threw the thugs up at it until they stuck there. Once all twenty were squirming in the web, she looked around for the still terrified officers. She didn't know before, but they also seemed to have magnetic shackles on their heels. No wonder they haven't moved "Excuse me?" she said politely and all of them looked to her. "Need some help?" from the nervous nods she ran to them and knelt before the closest one. "Here you go." Put her fingers around the metal ring, and crushed it like it was mere dust with one hand. She freed them all and looked to the four by four. "Would you like help putting the money back in the van?"
"Why thank you young lass." One of the older guards said and they returned to their bikes or the van. She wanted to see how much weight she could carry now anyway. And she couldn't say she didn't feel exhilarated from lifting that van like it was but a feather. She found that it only took a few minuets to put the money bags back into the van. But the locks on the back doors had been blasted off in the heist. She webbed it shut and waved off the van. "Bye!" they waved back as the engine started.
"Thank you misses. Are you related to Spiderman?"
"No, but I am Spidergirl."
"Thank you Spidergirl!"
"No problem. I'm just your friendly neighbourhood Spidergirl." She webbed on a tall building and swung off into the heights of the city, after webbing her SBP from the roof of the flower shop.
That felt great! Unbelievable! How could her farther give that up? Helping people like that, seeing them look up to you with admiration, it was exhilarating! It took her breath away even now when she soared by webs hundreds of feet above the ground.
"Help! Somebody! That girl took my purse!" in mid swing May webbed over to a lamp light post and stuck to the side of it. Below her there were not only hundreds or gaped mouths and pointing fingers, but an old lady struggling with her Zimmer-frame and a young girl with a neckerchief around her nose and mouth, running away quickly. She wore scruffy jeans and a large snow jacket and hat. After what May had just done, this would be easy. She waited for the girl to come closer, looped her legs around the top of the street light and hung upside-down like a monkey. Just as she did this, the girl came directly under her and felt two strong hands clasp onto her jacket shoulders.
"Don't you have anything better to do? Like remember it's the middle of July and that is a ski coat? Honestly, you must be insane in those fluffy gloves and hat, and to think you could go in public like that." she swung up to side right side up on the light and dangled the girl over it, making her squirm. "Excuse me Mam!" the old lady shuffled her way over, partially confused and shocked from what had just happened.
"Y y yes?"
"Did this girl take something belonging to you?"
"Well…yes. My black purse. In her hands." May looked to the quivering girl's hands. She couldn't stop looking down.
"Do you have something for the nice lady?"
"P put me down!"
"Not the answer I was looking for." May stuck a web to her back, and started to lower the girl closer to the ground. May then jumped down and stood between the dangling girl and the old lady. The girl started to whimper and panic, throwing her limbs everywhere as may went closer to her. "Now now. I'm the good guy, I don't hurt people so calm it."
"Take the purse! Just let me go you freak!" May flinched. Freak? She wasn't a freak. She was a good guy. May shook it off remembering that this was the bad guy. Why should she take any notice to the ramblings of a frightened thief?
"One, it isn't nice to call people names." She webbed over the girl's mouth. "Two, it isn't nice to take things that down belong to you." She pulled the purse from her hands. "And three, you did the crime, you do the time." May handed the purse to the old woman and pointed her finger at the girl, who was muffling colourful protests under the webbing. "And four." She stepped real close to her and put her hand on her shoulder. "If I ever see you steeling from defenceless old women again, I might, get, angry." May then put her hand on the light post and bent the shape of her hand into it. "Have a nice day." Spidergirl looked to the old woman and smiled under her mask. "Could you call the police please?" she took a step forward, but the woman cowered backwards.
"T Take my purse if you want it. just leave me alone, please." May flinched again. she had just helped this woman and she was terrified of her. "Don't think I don't read the papers. I know all about you and the other mutants."
"What?...but I. I just wanted to help…"
"Your kind aren't welcome here!" a man stood out from the crowd and waved his fist threateningly. "Go back to the sewers!" she stood there in silence for the moment. The other people from earlier had thanked her for helping. But now she was being called a mutant, a freak, and being told she wasn't welcome. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Maybe this is why dad gave it up. Not everyone is nice to people who are different…
"Well you know what?" she said sternly and made everyone shudder backwards. "You must have me mistake for the lizard or a crocodile person because I am Spidergirl. That means Spider. Spiders don't come from the frikkin sewers." She said bitterly and shot a web at the top of the nearest building she could find. "And you bloody welcome." She added just before pulling on the web and launching herself off. Tears seeped from her eyes and she didn't even look where she was going. She just wanted to get out of there as fast as she could. She only stopped when her arms hurt and she saw water coming up very quickly. She was going so cast, that she was going to collide with the supports for the Brooklyn Bridge. She shot a web up at the last second and yanked herself around the hefty metal once, twice and stuck to it. She started to climb it until there was nothing left to climb. She stood on one of the very pinnacles of the bridge, just looking at the city from the view. "Those people…am I really a freak now?" she asked aloud and dropped to her butt. She swung her legs back and forth and leaned back with her hands. Her stomach growled loudly interrupting her dull thoughts. "I am hungry after my little speed swing." She pulled her bag from her shoulders onto her lap and unzipped it. "A sandwich wouldn't hurt." She pulled a ham salad sandwich out of a rapper and chuckled as she was about to bite it. "Der, the mask." She lifted it just over her nose and nibbled on her sandwich. But a slight tingling sensation made her stop. It was only slight, so was she in danger? Or should she be on her guard.
"Well here's a sight you don't see every day." May looked to her left from a soft Germanic voice and her mouth fell open. There, hovering in the air was a guy who looked to be in his early 20's, in a bright green spandex body suit with yellow jagged boots. The yellow traced up the outsides of his legs like a thunderbolt to his crotch and groin, where they made a yellow pants fitting (like the red ones Superman wears). Then the two bolts led from the centre of his lower abdomen up his six pack and over the centre of each peck and over the back of his shoulders. He wore huge yellow gloves with two thunderbolts coming off the outside of each one. But his mask was unbelievable. It was like a huge 5 point star, placed over his entire face. She could see his eyes through eye cut outs and his nose and mouth between the bottom two points of the star. Another two of the points were smaller and at each side of his baby blue eyes and she returned her gaze to the largest jagged point that shot up from his head. It wasn't too big, but made his mask look like it was an explosion of electricity itself. She then noticed that his outline was crackling and yellow.
"Let me guess. Thunder boy?"
"No." he chuckled and hovered closer."
"You're never static shock?"
"No…who's that?"
"Never mind." May took another bite out of her sandwich, glad her mask hid her eyes as they looked at him every now and then. He was certainly…yummy. "Sparky?"
"No." he chuckled again and indicated to where she sat. "May I join you?"
"Sure thing Sparky."
"My name isn't Sparky." He smiled. "It's Electro."
"I prefer Sparky." May teased and took another bite out of her sandwich.
"No I know new York girls like to lunch in style. But this is a little eccentric." He sat next to her and his electric aura seemed to fade away.
"Hey, super people have to eat just like everyone else does. I've had a busy day." The sandwich was finished and she put her bag to her side.
"I ate before I left."
"Go you. But I have been going since first thing."
"Very well. You know my name. Are you going to tell me yours?"
"Maybe." She stretched off and saw his blue eyes dart lower down than her face… "Or perhaps you aren't interested in my name?" he chuckled looked back to her face.
"I am guy. I couldn't control myself. Especially when you pack yourself into such a skin tight outfit."
"Tch. I came up here to eat. Not to be flirted with."
"And you have eaten, and now I am flirting with you." My he isn't shy is he? Certainly confident…and bloody fine looking.
"And why would you be flirting with a girl who has Spider powers?"
"So is it…Spiderwoman?"
"Oh, close. Spidergirl."
"I think Spiderwoman would suit you better. You certainly don't look like a mere girl." She pulled her mask over her face, succeeding in hiding her profuse blush. This guy was a predator! His eyes were roaming with no restraint over her entire body. And he seemed to like what he saw as he edged closer to her.
"I will keep that in mind, Sparky. But I have to be getting back to what I do best."
"I would love to do that with you." She looked at him with her mouth open, but hidden by her mask. He was smirking hungrily at her and she had to get out of there. She didn't handle embarrassment very well.
"Sorry. But I hardly think." but he pulled her to her feet and held her hands to his chest. "...that perhaps you could come and help me if you have nothing better to do." Damn! How did she just crumble like that? Electro gave her a lady killer smile and kissed each hand in turn, then held them to his chest.
"I would." But a beeping interrupted him and he released her hands. He pulled a pager from his glove and read it. That is really fancy. It looks like it costs a lot anyway. It was small, silver and looked very high tech with Dillon Tech printed on the side. "I would love to, another time. It appears I have family matters to deal with right now."
"Alright." She nodded and turned away from him. She then turned slightly, her hand on one hip and looking rather edible from his point of view. "See you round Sparky." She then dived off the bridge with a web on one of the opposite supports. She swung herself along the bridge, her spirits lifted considerably. Electro…
Electro was still stood on the support as he watched that fine goddess swing away from him. God she was gorgeous! He had never seen such a prize before. Damn his father for paging him. He sighed and powered up again, rocketing off into the sky. He could use the clouds natural electron forces to transport him anywhere in the city. He emerged a few seconds later above on of the newer, and taller skyscrapers in New York. Dillon industries. It looked just as business class as Wilson Fisk's, or the King Pin's lair. But more modern with a smooth domed top and high tech sonar/radio/scanning aerial and disc as it's pinnacle. Electro landed on the domed roof and pulled off his right glove. The door inside accepted his fingerprints and he entered the building. The door led to a room with hundreds of suits. Ones identical to his on one wall, another full of a similar, but more punk costume and another with ones like his, but older and more retro with white straps over the front, making an X and two more in each thigh. Electro pulled off his costume, hung it on his wall and changed into a set of pre selected clothes. He combed his natural blonde hair into short curtains and brushed off his Hugo Boss suit and looked at the tie. "Father must have picked this…" he grumbled and refused to wear it. He had class after all. He walked out the suit room and placed his pager into his pocket. The next room was an executive lift to an even more luxurious room of operations. The floors were tiled blue, the walls cream blue and the large windows to the left over looked most of the city. He unbuttoned his top two buttons and walked with a smile on his face. "Pa? Sis?" he walked into the centre of the room, to a round circle couch and a table in the centre. "There you are. You paged me?" He swung over the couch and sunk into it, prepared for a briefing of any level.
"You took long enough Eric. Where were you?" Eric smirked at his sister, already with a come back all lined up. She had long blonde hair, natural like his, with the same soft German accent and arrogant attitude. She had long plats, one over each shoulder forward, bright pink lipstick and eye makeup, a pink halter neck top that showed off her entire stomach and pitiful cleavage. Her black designer mini skirt matched her high heel rich bitch platform knee boots. She was really small too so never went anywhere without boots. Unless in costume.
"Somewhere. Where were you last night Elisa? With that Stacy White bitch of yours? Or where you screwing her boyfriend Flash?"
"None of your business you jackass!"
"Now that wasn't very nice. Don't you love me little sis?"
"Get bent!"
"SILENCE!" both siblings stopped their squabbling as their father stood over them. Unlike them, he had a heavy German accent, had reddish brownish hair and a harsh appearance. He also never changed out of his 'uniform' as he called it. it was very much like Eric's, but had white straps over his front and shoulders, making an X and also two over each thigh. The fabric was also not as bright as his, but was the original. "I grow tired of your constant bickering. You are not here to argue like brats!" he thumped the table to emphasise his point. "Now Eric, how is the Dillon image coming?"
"We are succeeding father. Our company is making millions a day and I have been invited to many events that will up our public status. Even my sister has been made offers."
"I have even been asked to appear in reality TV shows. That I have declined of course." She huffed. She hadn't declined, her father made her say no.
"Good, good. you say there are a number of social events. Are any coming soon?"
"Yes. In a few days there will be a press conference and all the major papers and media will be there."
"And what will the topic be?"
"They want to know what our company will be doing for the scum suckers of the world." Elisa scowled. "We should let them die. Not give them our money."
"What my dear sister means, is that we will be asked questions on the funds and research our company is doing for the poor people in the world. In places like Africa, Ethiopia, Bangladesh and so on."
"Good. But I have a little mission for the pair of you tomorrow." Now both of them were interested. Which was obvious from the growing smirks on their faces.
"Now you're talking. Who do I get to fry for you?" Elisa rubbed her hands together and her eyes glowed blue as stray sparks licked at the air from her body. Her father chuckled.
"Anyone who dares to interfere with a little 'Bank trip' you will be making tomorrow. The tax collectors have a watchful eye on what money we spend on what. So our secret deposit box for our after hours activities, needs refilling. And with hard cash, not diamonds or jewellery this time Elisa." The original Electro sat down with a smirk on his face. "You may be a child after my own heart for the finer things in life, but you must remain focused. You can by those novelties in you public image Elisa, not as Electra. Understand? Besides, that White girl takes you shopping for that stuff every day she can."
"She is very good at that sort of thing. That is why she is my best friend, she's rich. Like me." Elisa crossed her arms over her flat chest smugly. "And her boyfriend is rather nice…"
"I knew you were screwing him." he whispered.
"Not yet little brother. Not yet." Eric rolled his eyes. They were twins, both just 21, and he is the little brother because she pushed her fat head out of their mother first. He missed his mother, but not that much to care. Not since she tried to drown him and his sister, from being their father's child. Bitch… "Besides, you can't get at me for looking at the cute ones of the opposite sex, when you go on the prowl all the time. What was last week's name?"
"Simona. She had nice legs." But not as nice as my Spider goddess…damn I have to stop thinking of her. I've only met her briefly today, and I just want to.
"If you have finished day dreaming boy. You have a business to appear to be running." Eric sighed and got up.
"Yes father." he was joined by his sister and they both put their right hand in the air. Their father nodded and they all saluted a portrait of Hitler, and their grandfather and father, the Red Skull. They left the Opps room and entered the more public side of the building (minus their actual living quarters).
May helped to get a cat out of a tree and get a balloon back for a little boy before returning home and hiding her SBP, with her costume in it, evidence of her leaving her room, get into her nighty, eat a meal and wait for her father to come home.
"Honey? May?"
"In (cough) here." She even smeared her face roughly to make it look red and soar.
"Oh honey. She don't look well still. Did you have an eventful day?" Peter chuckled.
"Erm, yeah sure." She kissed her father's cheek and hugged him tightly. She looked on today as an experience, a look into the life that her father had to lead for so many years. There were high points like when she helped those officers get their money back and got a thanks. And there were low points where she was frowned upon and called a freak and a monster. He had to put up with those prejudice people for most of his life and still did the right thing. "I love you dad." Peter smiled and hugged her back tightly. He had needed that hug all day. And she had just made his day.
"I love you too May. I really do. Never forget that no matter what you do, I and your mother will always be proud of you and love you, no matter what."
"That's good to hear."
"You get some rest. You still look a mess."
"Oh, thanks." May smiled and crawled under the covers. "Good night dad."
"Good night honey." Peter slowly left and closed the door. He looked over her as she slept later that night and sighed happily. Yes, she was worth it. she was worth giving up my mask and webs for. I did it for you May, to keep you out of danger. I would hate for you to have to have anything to do with the likes of Venom and the kinds of people I had to deal with everyday. I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to you. Good night. I love you.
And the angel sleeps after her hard day in hell. Venom watched as Parker left for the final time and crept from the wall to her veranda. She looks so peaceful. Not at all like the vixen we saw today, seduce and attack those weak fools that dared to displease her. Yes, we will have to teach her not to insist on being the 'good guy'. But that will not be difficult. His tendrils quietly opened the glass doors and closed them after him. Venom looked, making sure Parker wasn't at the door still, and ebbed ever closer to his prize. To think that boy of static mortality would try to catch her eye. She is ours, and we will not share her. He stood over her bed, simply basking in her soft breathing and even softer skin. We will make our move soon. When you have had more of a taste of your powers, when you become addicted to them, we will make our move. Enjoy our gift, as it may prove to soon become a curse if you disappoint me. Like Parker did. He sniffed in her scent deeply and had to restrain himself from touching her skin. She was after all half Symbiotic Spider now, thanks to him. So her fertile scent stood out even more now, enticing him to take bite…and oh how he wanted to take her. But he would wait. He was good at being patient. If he moved on her too soon, all his plans would fail, and she would refuse his teachings. And we can't have that now can we. Venom left soon after, hearing Parker come back and leaving a small note in the palm of her delicate hand. Until tomorrow my vixen, until tomorrow…