"Wake up. Wake up. Bren, wake up!"
The symbiote's voice yelled inside Bren's head. The boy groaned as he regained consciousness.
"Ugh, what happened to us?" Bren asked.
"You ate shit." Toxin said. "That's what happened."
The memories prior flashed in Bren's mind. The encounter with the Heroes, the gliding, the collision and eventual crash landing, all of it.
"Thank you, Toxin. That was very helpful." Bren said with sarcasm pouring from his tone. "Now, where are we?"
Bren got up, stretching, and began to take in his surroundings.
"I'll tell you this," Toxin said. "This is the part of the city that they don't put in tourist cards."
The symbiote was right. This alley seemed to be the living representation of "the bad part of town". It was grimy and dirty. Every wall was chipped and battered in some way. The windows were caked in dirt or boarded up. Graffiti littered walls, dumpsters, and any other solid object large enough. With their enhanced senses, Toxin could already hear the sound of a spray can going to town somewhere nearby. What was worst was the smell. Toxin's enhanced sense of smell could pick up every dirty thing in this place. Looking up, Toxin could see the sky had gone dark meaning it was already night.
"Oh man, Mr. Shoutai must be wondering where I am," Bren said. He pulled out his phone from the suit and frantically opened the messages app. "I better text him I'll be back soon, or he's going to be out of his mind worrying about me."
While Bren texted his cover up for being out so late, the sound of the spray can stopped. From the shadows, a teen with bright green dyed hair emerged. He wore one of those painting masks the covered everything from the nose under with vents on the sides. He also wore shades to hide his eyes. The teen began to move his way stealthily towards Toxin. He slid along the ground like he was skating.
Toxin had just hit 'send' and was beginning to put his phone away. As the phone was getting closer to the costume, the suit unraveled, and tendrils grew closer to the phone. Before they reached their target, the sound of rockets flared up. Before Toxin could react, his hidden watcher dashed and swiped the phone, skating away.
Toxin looked at the fleeing teen, back to his empty hand, and then back at the fleeing teen.
"Hey, wait!" Bren yelled before dashing after him.
Toxin leapt after him. The roller blader weaved in and out of alleys. He grinded down rails on his skates and rushed through small objects like they were nothing. Whenever Toxin got too close, the skater activated some kind of engine in his roller blades, dashing off like a racer car. The buildings were too small for Toxin to web-swing off of, so he had to settle for wall-crawling and parkour instead. The chase was not so easy for Toxin. The cramped alleyways and dead ends allowed very little room for Toxin to move. Plus, this was home turf for the thief, so he knew his way around while Toxin had to double back after sharp turns.
"Okay, seriously, who steals from a guy in a full body suit?!" Toxin yelled during the chase. "Like, I'm obviously a superhero at first glance! Nobody normal thinks to themselves 'Gee, I know what I want to do today! I'll dress up in spandex and hang around in dark alleys just to get robbed! It'll be the perfect afternoon'!"
The thief turned around and used his free hand to make a very rude gesture at his pursuer.
"Now he's asking for it!" The symbiote said. "Nobody flips us off and gets away with it!"
Eventually, the cluster of buildings gave way to a ramp going downwards. Past it was a tunnel that seemingly had no end. The thief rolled down the slope and skated into the darkness. Toxin leaped off the buildings and slid down the ramp. Once on the flat surface, Toxin sprinted down the tunnel in pursuit.
The tunnel itself was dark as can be. The already dim light at the entrance faded as Toxin ran farther down the tunnel. For anyone else, it would have been a nightmare trying to run down this dark path without seeing where your feet were. However, one of the many enhanced senses of the Toxin symbiote was perfect night vision. With this, Bren could see in the dark tunnel like it was day. Nothing was hidden from their sight, not even their target. Speaking of which, the thief roller bladed down the tunnel. There was no bright light radiating off him, so he wasn't going through this with a flashlight. He must have some fancy tech on him to see in the dark so well.
In no time at all, Toxin and the thief were close to the tunnel's end. Toxin leaped and fired a web line straight for the skater's back. Once connected, Toxin pulled himself towards the thief and landed on his back. The skater managed to stay upright but now was swerving due to the added weight of the vigilante and struggling to keep Toxin away from his stolen phone.
"Give me back my phone, and I'll go easy on ya! Promise!" Toxin quipped.
The two tussled, unaware of the approaching light. The end of tunnel had a sudden drop, which both the thief and Toxin did not notice. The two fell, rolling out of the tunnel's end. Toxin stood up, and his eyes widened at the sight.
It was a huge underground hangout. A subterranean station that had be repurposed and remodeled to serve a dual purpose of base of operations and teen hangout. Ramps were built to serve as a makeshift skate park. Couches and TVs were set up and dotted across the base. There was even a miniature arcade built off to the east. This whole place was jammed pack with teens at every corner. Each having the same type of high-tech roller skates or other extreme sports gear.
"Whoa," Bren said, marveling at it all.
Teens that were now alert to the presence of Toxin as well as the thief. They began to murmur amongst themselves as the thief also regained consciousness.
"Get off me, man!" The thief pushes Toxin away. He begins to slink back towards the crowd, but Toxin stops him.
"Not until you give me back what's mine." Bren stated.
The thief resisted before a strong voice rang out.
"Chase, give T back what's his."
The two along with the crowd turned to face the newcomer. She stood in front of an area with multiple monitors connected to a jacked-up computer. She wore the high-tech roller skates along with a backpack that seemed to have exhaust ports coming out of it. Her long hair was dyed purple and was held up in twin ponytails. Tattoos covered her arms and neck.
She seemed to wield the most authority in this place as the thief, Chase, immediately tossed Bren's phone back to him. Bren caught it and let the Toxin suit absorb it to keep it safe.
"So, I take it you're the head honcho around these parts?" Bren asked.
"Yep. Name's Hotwire and welcome," Hotwire spread her arms out over the entire hangout. "To the Cove, home of the Sparks gang."
Hotwire leaped from her position. She landed on a railing and rail-grinded down, pulling off tricks and whatnot. At the end of the rail, she jumped, did some tricks, and landed on her skates rolling towards Toxin. She skidded to halt a few feet away from the vigilante.
She looked up and down at the vigilante.
"Man, you're even sicker up close," Hotwire murmured.
"Um, thanks?" Toxin replied. "So, what's with all of this? This can't be just an after-school club."
"The Sparks were formed when me and a few other members decided to work together and make our stake," Hotwire walked away, signaling Toxin to follow her. "Growing up in this part of the city was rough and not everyone had a strong enough Quirk to fight off thugs and other low lives. We started out pretty small, and then you came along."
"Me? What's my role in this?"
"T, when you showed up, you let nothing stop you. You took down everyone who got in your way. No cops, no Heroes, no Villains, nothing!" Hotwire passion grew as she spoke. "You showed us that if we gotta stand up for ourselves, we need power to do it."
"It's where I came up with these bad boys," Hotwire motioned to her roller blades. "I call 'em Z-Line Skates. Faster than any car, specially magnetized to grind any rail, even up telephone poles or signs. Designed by me, built by me, and disrupted to my crew."
A good portion of the teens hollered and cheered at the mention of the crew. Guess Hotwire had some great recruitment skills to gain such loyal follwers.
"And you all do…what, exactly?" Toxin asked.
"Duh! Whatever we want!" Hotwire exclaimed. "We tag our turf, beat off any threat, and take what we need. I can't build all this stuff from nothing, you feel me?"
Dread came to ahead as Bren realized what this group was.
"This sounds like a gang," Bren concluded.
"Duh, what did ya think it was? A charity?"
"Look, I think you got the wrong idea from me. I help people. I'm not some thug who pushes people around because I can."
"Is that so?" Hotwire's voice went cold. "Well, that may work for you, but here it's different. See, this part of Musutafu? This is the place where Heroes and cops stay away from. We're not clean or profitable enough to protect. This a dog-eat-dog world, and I pledged to put my pack at the top of the hill."
"So, I'm giving you one last option because you helped us out: walk away, and we'll both carry on our businesses as usual." Hotwire gave her ultimatum.
"And if I don't?" Bren steeled himself. "I decide to put down your little gang here and now?"
"Then it's you against everyone here. And I know even you can't face those odds."
Bren looked around. Everyone was now looking at the two. Teens were on edge and ready to strike at a moment's notice. Toxin was outnumbered one to who knows.
"Sorry, no dice." Toxin answered.
"Shame," Hotwire said, dissatisfied. "Kenshiro, fill the room."
Up on the higher levels, Kenshiro, who had a boombox for a head, pulled out a CD. It read "Funky Beats to Fight and Battle To", and he put it in his…mouth? CD tray? The sound of electronic rhythms filled the air, slow and quiet at first. Toxin fell into a fighting stance as their symbiote senses picked up every hostile intent.
"Sparks," Hotwire ordered. "Waste him."
The moment she gave her order, it was chaos. Members grabbed guns or used their Quirks and fired down at Toxin. Toxin's senses flared with danger all around, and so they quickly got to work dodging attacks. Their first opponent to get taken down was Chase the thief. Toxin sent a powerful web projectile that impacted Chase hard and got him stuck to a wall. Hotwire walked away, grinding her way back up to her makeshift office.
All the while, music filled the air as Toxin dodged and weaved every attack. The barrage kept the vigilante on his toes as safe ground was getting harder and harder to find. The attacks loosened up, only for Toxin to find some of the more physically stronger members started to charge him. Still, Toxin was penned down by the gunfire. Some of the Sparks charged in. Toxin tried to dodge and retaliate, but there were too many people all close together. Any time he made a web line, it was riddled with projectiles the second after. Eventually, the gang members started to just dogpile onto Toxin. He was trapped, unable to find a good point to lift them off.
"Alright, enough of this," The symbiote said. "I'm taking the reins!"
The pile of Sparks members shook as they were then suddenly thrown off by a powerful force. What emerged was Toxin, but not as the people of Musutafu knew him. Toxin had grown in height and muscle, a behemoth standing at over seven feet tall. His costume reverted back to the more organic look he arrived in. Only now his hands had grown to claws and his feet into talons. The whites of his eyes had shrunken to be around the size of regular human eyes. His most distinct feature was the wide maw that opened to reveal rows of sharp, pointed teeth and a long green and black tongue. With the symbiote in control, this was no longer a 'Friendly Neighborhood' Toxin. This was a 'Lethal Protector' Toxin.
Toxin laughed, his voice now the deep and rumbly one of the symbiote. "Finally. It's been so long since I got to have fun."
"Yo, T-Ox just monstered out!" One of the Sparks cried out.
The Sparks were dazed and frightened. None of them expected this. The devilish grin of Toxin sent shivers down the spines of weaker-willed members.
Hotwire was the first to recover and yelled, "Don't just stand there! Take him down!"
As the beat dropped, Toxin roared and leapt at his attackers. With wide and powerful swings, he knocked down several of the members previously on top of him. He also swung some tendrils to lash those farther from him. By now, a good portion of Sparks donned their roller blades and began to skate circles around Toxin. Some fired their guns, some their Quirks, but they did nothing except bounce off or hit useless against Toxin's skin.
"You could give me a heads-up next time." Bren complained to Toxin mentally.
"You were taking too long." The symbiote replied.
Toxin's tongue swayed as he sized up his circle of opponents.
"This'll be fun!" Toxin quipped. "I always wanted to try meals on wheels!"
The Sparks responded by only tightening the circle. Toxin made a mental game of who to pounce on first. This was interrupted by the sudden impact of something hitting the back of his head. Looking behind him, it turned out one of the Sparks slammed their skateboard at Toxin's head. The board was now missing its front half, and Toxin looked none the worse.
"Aw man, my board!" The member whined.
Toxin grabbed the Spark by the head and threw him into one of the circling members. Toxin laughed as he leapt into the fray.
With the music now accompanying the sounds of Toxin's fight with the Sparks, Hotwire retreated to her office. She quickly grabbed whatever projects she could find and jury-rigged them into a suitable weapon. Emerging from her office, she rolled to the railing. Looking down, she saw Toxin taking down more and more of her crew. She wouldn't stand for it.
"Hey, Toxin!" Hotwire called out from above. The monstrous vigilante looked up and grinned. The Sparks leader aimed her weapon and let it charge. Toxin bounded up the multiple levels and charged straight at her.
"Eat this, you freak."
Hotwire pulled the trigger, and a beam of multi-colored light and sound blasted from it. It hit Toxin sending him down to the ground. He bounced off it before flipping backwards and using his claws to slow his momentum.
Toxin sneered at her before replying. "Is that all you got? I'm still hungry!"
Before she could respond, the sound of police sirens could be heard. They overtook the music as the Sparks knew what this meant.
"The cops! Everyone scram! This place is done for!" Hotwire ordered.
Toxin looked at all the retreating gang members as they fled down several different tunnels. Most had the sense to retreat while some tried to give a last-minute parting gift by shooting Toxin.
"Aw, come on! Leaving so soon? And I haven't even properly introduced myself yet." Toxin said.
"I think it's for the best," Bren said. "We need to go now before the cops and Heroes start blocking off exits."
"Fine," Toxin relented.
The vigilante bounded upwards before picking a tunnel and ran through it. The sounds of sirens dimmed until they were no longer able to be heard. Toxin continued down the path until they found a service hatch. After checking to make sure no one was around, the symbiotic duo leapt out of there and ran across the rooftops back to Sanctuary House.
Toxin got back to Sanctuary House late at night. Too late for the responsible adults running the House. In the morning, Bren got confronted by Mr. Shoutai, who demanded where he was and what he was doing last night. Bren could only make lame excuses and spent the rest of the morning getting chewed out by Mr. Shoutai, who stressed that everyone in the house cared about Bren's well-being. He also stressed that Bren, being a minor and not telling anyone where he was late at night, made people worry about him. It hurt Bren, thinking about how concerned Mr. Shoutai was for hours on end.
To make matters worse, the underground brawl with the Sparks made it to the news. Only a few of the members were arrested, most had already fled by the time the Heroes and police got inside. They were very low on the totem poles; their testimonies explaining how they only used the Spark's base as a place to hang out with nothing on the inner workings. Not only that, but Toxin's favorite reporter, Hihan 'Iron Head' Tekina, made his statement on the matter. Not only did he label the whole thing as "children squabbling", but he also proposed that the reason Toxin was fighting the Sparks was for street reputation. And what was worse was that several people actually believed him!
Now, mad at himself, mad at Tekina, Bren needed to go out and do some heroics. It was the best way he knew of getting rid of his frustrations. Sure, beating up criminals as a way to work off your rage wasn't the healthiest method, but it was the one he knew worked. So, in the afternoon during a period of free time, Bren donned the regular Toxin suit and swung off into the city. Sadly, even the city couldn't give him an outlet for his irritation. It's not like there were any crimes; there were. It was just that any time Toxin got to a crime scene, the villain was already defeated by a Pro Hero. It soured Toxin's already pretty bad mood.
His luck seemed to change when Toxin finally caught a crime in progress without a Hero on the scene. A money truck was hijacked and was now tearing up the road. Toxin grinned under his mask and swung after it. It was already a good distance away, so Toxin put on the speed. The truck barreled past some cars before quickly turning left through a bridge tunnel. Toxin rapidly made webs to prevent the cars from hitting any pedestrians. Doing a quick look-over to make sure no one got hurt, Toxin fired two web lines at different points of the bridge and slingshot himself over it. Sailing over the bridge and cars, Toxin web-zipped to the truck. The line latched onto a light pole in which Toxin swung around before perching on top of it.
The truck was stopped dead in its tracks. The front was crumpled up, and the two crooks lay unconscious and tied up in the streets. The thing was there was seemingly nothing for the truck to run into. Except as the crowd gathered near the spot, it became apparent who stopped the truck.
It was All Might! With his ever-present grin, he calmly reassured people that everything was alright. Toxin groaned audibly. It wasn't fair! The one chance to actually stop a crime, and he was beaten by the most popular and strongest hero in the country! Still, despite the crowd's adoration of All Might, some noticed the vigilante perching nearby.
"All Might, look! It's Toxin, that vigilante! Aren't you going to do something about him?!" Some of the crowd pleaded with their hero.
"Ah, I see!" All Might's booming voice rang clear. "In fact, I was hoping I would run into you. Don't worry, citizens! This will only take a moment!"
While Toxin was still stewing in his own self-pity and frustration, he didn't notice All Might suddenly turn to him. It was all a blur after that. One minute, Toxin was on the light, feeling sorry for himself. The next, he was suddenly feeling the rushing wind and in the tight embrace of All Might's arm. Also, he was in the air.
Toxin went on alert and tried to wiggle out of All Might's grasp. However, it was trying to push a mountain in half with him in the middle. It also was a bit disorienting falling down then rocketing back up again when you're not the one jumping from building to building.
"Let…go -!" Toxin strained against the pressure.
"Sorry, can't do that right now!" All Might said over the howling wind.
Eventually, All Might landed on a building and stopped. He dropped Toxin who fell on his knees and tried to catch his breath.
"…God! Try and warn a guy… next time you're going to do…something like that!" Toxin said.
"Apologies, but it was the fastest way to get me and you alone together." All Might said.
Toxin got up and observed his surroundings. They were indeed on the roof of a high rise. Looking around, Toxin could see there was basically no one else around. No heroes flying in the sky (Bren and Toxin had noted that people who could actually fly were few and far between here). There was only him and All Might, who stood like the smiling titan of justice as he always been.
"So, what is this? You want to arrest me without worrying about civilians or something?" Bren accused.
"Actually, this is more of an intervention."
"What?"
"You caught my eye ever since I saw you battling that Sludge Villain all those weeks ago," All Might explained. "After that, I've been trying to keep an eye on you. Figure out who you are."
"Okay. And what do you think of me? That I'm a menace like Tekina and the HPSC say I am? Or that I'm actually trying to do some good here?" Toxin questioned.
All Might went quiet before revealing his thoughts.
"I believe you are a young man who understands that he has been great power. I believe that you recognize that power and realize that with that power, there must also come a great responsibility to use it wisely. To help and serve others."
"I'm sensing you're going to bring a contradiction to that statement."
"But there is also the factor of time and place." All Might continued. "You are young, and despite your evident skill, you are untrained in proper Hero work. Pro Heroes spend years developing their knowledge and abilities in order to combat evil and work with law enforcement, the latter of which you seem most at odds with."
"Yeah, I should want to work with the people who want to arrest me at first sight," Toxin sarcastically muttered.
"Secondly, I can tell you're not around from here. I know vigilantes have leeway in America, but here, in Japan, the law cracks down hard on improper Quirk usage and Hero work."
Toxin's eyes widen at All Might's deduction of his foreign status.
"How did you know I was from America?!" Toxin asked.
All Might's smile became a bit more smug. "I could tell from your accent, even with your grasp on Japanese, it's still there! Trust me, I have the same problem when speaking English."
All Might gave a hearty chuckle at his own quip.
"My deal for you is this," All Might resumed. "Hang up the costume and wait until you can apply for a Hero school. You shouldn't waste your talent and future on illegal acts while there are better opportunities right in front of you. We have a great school here in Musutafu. I can get in touch with people in high places, clean your record, give you a fresh start."
"You think I didn't thought of that when I first came here?" Toxin rebuked. "I tried to lay low, but I found out I couldn't stand by and let bad guys hurt people while I do nothing."
Toxin sighed and leaned against the railing of the roof.
"Look, I get you want to help me. You're a Hero. It's what we do. But the thing that separates me and you is that not all of us are born to be Heroes. Sometimes it barges in and latches onto us. You may have been born with all the power to be a Superhero, but I wasn't. You don't know what it's like to powerless only to be suddenly given that 'great power' you mentioned."
All Might lowered his head and his smile dimmed.
"I know more than you think, young Toxin."
All Might returned to normal as Toxin turned back to face him.
"So, what are you going to do with me now? What if I say no to your offer?" Toxin grilled the Number One Hero.
"Then the next time we meet," All Might crossed his arms. "I'll have to take you in."
"Heh," Toxin chuckled to himself. "If we meet again. Who's to say you'll find me for a next time?"
"It would do you wise to lose that cockiness. It tends to get young folks like you in trouble more often than not."
Toxin shrugged. "Whatever. Look, thanks for the offer, but no thanks. I'll be fine helping people on my own."
"Even if it means the general public will always see you as someone to be feared and distrusted?"
"Back home, we had a healthy distrust of our superheroes. Why should I want any different?" Toxin quipped, even though the Heroes words did struck a chord with him.
Toxin crouched down on the railing, ready to swing at a moment's notice.
"Even still, my offer still stands." All Might said. "If you truly decide to change your mind, seek out my secretary, Toshinori Yagi. He'll get you in contact with me."
"…I'll keep that in mind." Toxin stated before leaping off and firing a web.
Toxin swung off, launching himself far away from the Symbol of Peace.
"I hope you find the path that's right for you, young Toxin," All Might said to himself before leaping away to parts unknown.
Toxin swung from building to building, trying to put as much distance from the Number One Hero as possible.
"Do you know if he's following us?" Bren asked his symbiote partner.
"Nope," Toxin said. "It's just us. Still, I think it's strange how he went so easy on us."
"That was easy? He handled us with one arm without even trying! I'm amazed he didn't try and hunt us down after we said no to him."
"Yeah…"
"Something on your mind, Tox?"
"There's something up about All Might and Toshinori Yagi." Toxin stated.
"Like what?" Bren said as they crawled upside down through a tunnel.
"Besides some physical stuff like having the same hair color and the same darken eyes, there's also the fact that they both recognized us as foreign through your accent."
"So? They both went to America. They've been around people who speak English. Heck, I'm pretty sure there's some native English speakers here in Japan who have accents when speaking Japanese."
"Okay, then how about this? I got a good read on All Might during our little chat. He's impressive to be so strong with the injuries he's walking around with."
"And what are those injuries?" Bren asked tentatively.
Toxin web-zipped out of the tunnel and swung upwards over some train tracks. Trains rushed by as Toxin pulled himself forward on a web line.
"Stop me if these sound familiar." The symbiote said. "He's missing half of his lungs and his entire stomach. Sound like someone we know?"
The lenses on Toxin's mask widened as he came to the realization.
"Are you saying that All Might and Mr. Yagi are the same?!"
"Most likely."
"Oh my god, All Might really is this world's Hulk!"
"Yeah, if people actually like the Hulk."
"Toxin, this is big! People don't know All Might's secret identity. He's one of the few Pros left with one! What do we do with this?" Bren asked.
"We can use it as blackmail," Toxin offered sinisterly. "We make sure that he keeps off our backs."
"No, we can't do that." Bren went silent for a bit before asking. "Do you think All Might might know who we are?"
"He might suspect it's you under the mask, but the only ones who know of me are you and the Ryo girl. Who's to say?"
Toxin flung himself at the height of his swing before rolling and landing on the roof of a building near Sanctuary House.
Bren sighed. "I say we don't let All Might get any more suspicions about who Toxin really is. That also means we pretend we don't suspect All Might is actually Mr. Yagi. Does that work?"
Toxin grumbled. "Fine. Play it the safe and boring way."
"My whole life hasn't been safe and boring ever since you showed up."
"That's the life of a Hero, pal. All of the Symbiote-given power. All of the human-driven responsibilities."
Toxin swung over to one of the darker sections of the Sanctuary House and changed back into Bren Waters.
"Never took you for an amateur philosopher, Toxin," Bren said.
"I'm deeper than you think, Waters." The symbiote said.
"Let's just go home."
And that is it! Toxin encounters Hotwire and her Sparks gang! Villainy bubbles under the surface of Musutafu! And an encounter with All Might with secrets internally revealed! Thank you all for reading and giving feedback through favs, follows, and comments. They mean a lot to me!
With college about to start back up for me soon, I have to announce that postings of new chapters will be even slower than before. I know I was never the most consistent, but I'm sorry that you all will most likely have to wait for months on end for a new chapter. I'll still try to write in my free time, but it will take longer.
Now, onto the reviews!
Bia1230: Thanks.
Sabethetan: Thanks for the compliments! Yes, Toxin does have a poisonous bite. It was introduced when Eddie Brock was Toxin. However, as to why Toxin would not use it often in this series is twofold. One, it hasn't been stated how lethal the poisonous toxin is, and two, that's usually reserved for the more 'monstrous' Toxin, which goes against the 'Friendly Neighborhood' Bren and Toxin are trying to develop.
NuclearNachos: Thanks for the compliments! This chapter basically answers that Bren and Toxin are going to play the vigilante game for a while! Like I said in early author's notes, this story is going to encompass the ten-month period between the Sludge Villain attack and the UA entrance exam. I do have plans for Toxin and UA, but he won't be a part of the student roster. Also, I'm surprised you thought All Might was going to give OFA to Toxin? This isn't a knock against you, I'm just surprised. By this time, All Might would have already decided to make Izuku his successor and train him. So, Yagi's view on Bren is less "potential successor" and more "good kid my friend told me about".
Athrun: Thank you, and I hope you enjoy.
MBS41: Thanks. Bren doesn't really have canon events, mainly because he's such a new character in the comics. Canon events are events that tend to happen and repeat over serval Spider-Man universe. That whole system is flawed as implied throughout the movie (Miguel, the main enforcer of canon, literally shares little to no canon events with any other Spiders). As for interactions with the Spider-verse, that's going to be a no. Mainly because Bren and Toxin aren't "Spider-Man"; they're Toxin. Marvel has separated Spiders and Venoms into their own multiverses, so it would be odd to see a symbiote palling around with Spiders. There will be multiverse stuff involved, as it will explain why Bren arrived in the MHA earth, but that's for later.
myzor king of war: That move has been in my head for a while. Mt. Lady's horns are the most perfect set up for a slingshot move.
Anyway, that's all I have for now. See ya next time!