Right, so I don't know why I went with the Spider-Man/Venom crossover, when I had another brilliant idea in mind... though I wouldn't say it's brilliant, I'll leave that opinion up to you readers. Anyway, so after thinking about it, I decided to get rid of Marvel's Venom and bring back a character I know should fit in a story like this, and one that I haven't been able to use or work with easily due to trying to flesh his character out.
Ryan Parker AKA The Wolf-Spider.
In case you're wondering, Ryan Parker is Peter's older brother by a year, and I intend to make him a more lethal vigilante who has no problem with killing criminals whether that's with his fists or with guns. I'm kinda mixing the ruthlessness of Batman, the Punisher and Red hood into one... sort of.
And yeah, this story takes place in the Marvel's Spider-Man video game Universe, takes place a year before the events of that game. And yes, I do intend to make a sequel to this story covering Marvel's Spider-Man 2 and show how Ryan takes to seeing his brother in the symbiote and what'll come with that.
And of course, the pairings. Well, Ryan's going to be with Felicia Hardy/Black Cat of course, and Peter is with Mary Jane of course.
As for Ryans abilities and suit, well he was bitten by a radioactive Wolf-Spider so he shows more characteristic traits of a Wolf-Spider but is able to do mostly everything Spider-Man can do... he just doesn't have web-shooters or web fluid so he relies on his superhuman strength and speed to get to places, and will use guns for a while.
As for his outfit, for now he'll wear casual clothing like black trousers, black boots, a black hoodie with a blood red spider symbol on the chest (Kinda like the Punisher with the skull), a ski mask and shades to cover his eyes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man. I only own the OC Ryan Parker/Wolf-Spider.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are on approach to John F. Kennedy International airport and will be landing ETA five minutes. Pleasure ensure you have all of your belongings and prepare for departure. Thank you."
At the captain's announcement, a pair of eyes opened, revealing hazel brown that belonged to a young man in his early twenties. He had short dark brown hair, hazel eyes, stood at around six feet, and was dressed in a short-sleeved black shirt that hugged his muscular chest, a black leather bomber jacket, dark blue trousers and black boots.
This young man's name was Ryan Parker.
He was in 1994 to government agents Richard and Mary Parker, in Forest Hills, New York. A year later, his mother gave birth to his little brother, Peter. Following the death of their parents, they were raised by their Aunt May and Uncle Ben in Queens, New York. While in middle school, they became best friends with Mary Jane Watson and Harry Osborn, forming a friendship that lasted even now into their adulthood.
When they were sixteen and fifteen respectively, Ryan and Peter attended a science demonstration where their lives were forever changed after Ryan was bitten by a radioactive Wolf-Spider. However, he did not know that another radioactive spider had bitten his brother. The spider bite altered Ryan's physiology and granted him several abilities, such as enhanced strength, agility, speed, as well as a "danger sense" that alerted him to any danger.
He did not tell his family about it, for fearing they will look at him differently. So Ryan secretly trained and tested his powers out, seeing he was very similar to that of a Wolf-Spider given he had the characteristics of one, given his speed and power, and incredible eyesight. It was these discoveries that led him to research and come to the conclusion that it must've been a Wolf-Spider that had bitten him.
However, the lives of the Parker family forever changed when one day, Ryan came home from spending the night at his then-girlfriend Elizabeth Allen's house only to discover his Uncle Ben had been shot and murdered by a mugger. It was Earth-shattering news that changed Ryan forever... and caused something inside to be born.
After graduating from high school, he left New York to see the world, as well as train himself to fight. And now, after seven years away, Ryan has returned home to New York to see his family again.
Ryan's attention diverted to his phone about feeling it vibrate in his pocket and he took it out to see a message from his brother. Hey bro. MJ and I are waiting for U at the terminal. When are U landing?
Ryan smiled and quickly texted back. In five minutes. See U in a few.
He put the phone away and stood as the plane shook due to turbulance. Ryan groaned to himself and shook it off before reaching into the compartment above him and grabbing a duffel bag that contained his essentials. Sitting back down, he simply waited until the plane would line.
Just as the captain said, five minutes passed and the plane landed on the runway before coming up to one of the plane tunnels that it connected to and the door was open to allow the passengers out. Putting the strap over his right shoulder, Ryan made his way out and it didn't take him long to come into the main terminal of the airport, where thousands of people were waiting for their flights, disembarking from other arrived flights or checking to see the next flight.
"Hey Ryan!" He heard someone call his name and looked to the seats where he saw two familiar people standing there, waving at him.
The first was a young man that was a year younger than Ryan, had short brown hair like him as well as hazekk eyes. Was slightly above-average height, with a lean but muscular build, weighing 167 lbs. and standing 5'10" in height. He wore a plaid shirt under a black jacket and dark blue trousers, as well as dark brown boots. This was Peter Parker, Ryan's little brother.
The person next to Peter was a gorgeous young woman around the same age as Peter, stood at 5'8", with a slim build. She has blue eyes and copper-red hair, the latter of which she keeps in a ponytail, with her bang almost covering her right eye. When out in public, she generally wears a brown leather jacket coupled with an orange scarf and a green collared shirt underneath, as well as a white shirt underneath that, and a pair of brown ankle boots. This was Mary Jane Watson, one of Ryan's oldest friends and Peter's girlfriend.
'About time if you ask me. Can't believe they got together, break up at some point, and are somehow back together.' Ryan thought with a headshake as he approached, jogging over and meeting the two in a group hug.
"Yeah! bring it in!" Peter laughed as he hugged his brother tight.
"It's so good to see you!" Mary Jane smiled as Ryan stepped back. "You're looking good in person rather then through video chat over a laptop."
"I can say the same for the two of you." Ryan said with a playful scoff before looking at his brother. "You been hitting the gym or something, little brother? Or did Aunt May keep feeding you that delicious pie she always used to cook for us."
Peter just shoved his brother playfully, making him laugh before he looked around, noticing the absence of another that he was longtime friends with.
"Hey, where's Harry?" Ryan asked with a frown, having expected to see him here.
"He left for his trip to Europe a few days ago." Mary jane explained as Ryan adjusted the strap of hi duffel bag and they made their way towards the exit if the airport. "he seems so... withdrawn though."
"Probably his dad getting into his head or something." Ryan said with a scoff.
"C'mon, man, Norman's not that bad." Peter said in defence of the city's mayor.
"Oh no, he's worse." Ryan retorted. While he was friends with Harry, he had never liked Harry's father, Norman Osborn. Something about the man just... stirred him the wring way and he didn't like it. "And the fact that he's mayor doesn't help matters a single bit."
"You've never liked Norman." Mary Jane stated more than asked.
"Never have and I never will. How Harry puts up with him I'll never understand." Ryan said with a headshake. Even he could see the tension or dysfunctional relationship between Harry and Norman. It seemed to have come about not long after the passing of Harry's mother.
"So how's things been for you these past seven years?" Peter asked in an attempt to change the subject. "You were in Europe not too long ago, right?"
"Yep." Ryan nodded. "Was actually staying at a hotel in London a couple of nights ago before I decided to pack up and come home. Been up to a lot. Done some jobs that earned me quite a bit of money, bought myself a car that will be getting shipped over here in a few days, and thankfully used the rest to buy a loft apartment in the city."
MJ snorted. "For a second I thought you would've said you bought a penthouse."
"Oh I wish." Ryan chuckled as they exited the airport and Peter hailed down a taxi. "But I didn't have enough. I'm not Tony Stark."
"Come on." Peter put a hand on his brother's shoulder as a taxi stopped in front of them. "Can't wait to show you F.E.A.S.T."
"The thing Aunt May works at?" Ryan frowned as he recalled the name.
"Yeah." Peter confirmed. "Stands for Food, Emergency, Aid, Shelter and Training."
"Well, it'll be nice to see May again... unfortunately, I won't be able to stay long since I need to get settled in." Ryan said apologetically. Mentally, he thought. 'Among other things...'
The speeding car took another turn wide, the thug behind the wheel flooring the gas-pedal while his two accomplices kept the police at bay with gunfire from the back seat. "We lose them yet?!" He shouted back as he swerved around a few other cars ahead of them.
"Not yet, but we're gaining distance!" Shouted the man directly behind him as he stopped to reload his pistol. Taking a spare mag from the large duffle bag filled with cash they had stolen from a bank in downtown.
The thugs were unaware of a dark figure watching from a rooftop, a sniper rifle in hand as they aimed.
Squealing around another corner, the thugs saw the bridge that would lead them to their safehouse. "We're almost home boys, just hang on a few more-" the driver was cut off when something impacted one of the wheels, causing the car to screech and swevr eout of control before it went crashing right into a street lamp, sending one of the thugs flying right through the windshield and hitting the concrete hard, killing him instantly.
As for the remaining three thugs, they groaned as they shook off the cobwebs from having their heads slam into something in the car. "What the hell was that?" The passenger thug groaned.
"N-Not sure." The driver shook his head, holding a hand to his head before he looked at the thug next to him. "Go see what happened."
"F-Fine." The thug nodded and took his shotgun as he stumbled out the car, having to lean on it for a moment. He checked the wheels on his side first, seeing they were okay, then walked around to the other side, noticing that they had crashed before a dark alleyway, and checked the front wheel. "Shit. Looks like there's a-"
He was cut off as his head exploded in a mix of blood and brain matter, his corpse falling to the ground afterwards.
"Holy shit!" One of the thugs in the back shouted.
"What the hell was that?!" The other one shouted frantically as he gripped his pistol.
"Shut up, both of you!" The driver snapped before he got out of the car and picked up the shotgun when arms reached out of the darkness of the alleyway, a hand covering the thug's mouth and he let out muffled screams as he was dragged into the alleyway.
"I'm getting out of here." One of the thugs in the back send as he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and stumbled out the car, falling to the floor due to the soreness of his head and reached out to crawl when his hand came into contact with something... which felt like a leg.
Slowly, he looked up, seeing black combat boots, followed by black trousers, and then he saw a black hoodie with the most terrifying thing on the chest.
A blood red spider symbol.
The figure's face was covered by the hood, as well as a ski mask with black shades over the eyeholes.
"S-Spider-Man?" The thug started only to get a hard kick to the face from the figure, who grabbed him and slammed his face off a brick wall, killing him instantly and dropping the corpse.
Inside the car, the remaining thug had just seen what happened and was whimpering as he clutched his pistol. Then, when the car suddenly shook, he fired repeatedly while screaming before stopping. Everything was silent, save for his panicked breathing.
Suddenly, an arm smashed through the window next to him, grabbed him and pulled him out and he came face to face with the figure.
"The only reason you get to live is because I want you to pass on a message for me to the rest of the criminal underworld of this city." The figure growled in a cold, dark voice. "I want you to tell all your friends about me."
"W-What are you?" The thug whimpered before he was brought close and heard four words before he blacked out.
"I'm the Wolf-Spider..."
And that's it for the first chapter. It might not be much, but it's the best I can do. I'm making Wolf-Spider act similar to one, hunting his prey like a wolf and using stealth and ambush tactics since that's what Wolf-Spiders actually do.