Third chapter! With me being off college for 2 whole weeks, I'll be able to get a few chapters done. I may also work on another story involving story, or continue with my RWBY story. When I finish this chapter of this story, I'm gonna hit the grind again with perhaps a new story or continue my other story. This is because I want to be able to figure out how to properly guide this story to where it's similar to canon, but with its own unique differences. With that, please enjoy.
Harry, clad in his black militaristic suit, was standing on the very top of a lamppost., listening in on both the conversation down below him and Peter as he was on the comms. He had already dealt with the Hunters right at the docks with Miles and managed to gain some information. 718 Kent. The people he's currently eavesdropping in on right now happened to be dressed in black tuxedos. Fancy apparel, definitely made for a party.
Miles already went straight to the EMF, mainly to help with some of the scientists that were working late in order to assist them in some of their other workings and to complete some of his homework for Brooklyn Visions Academy.
"Looks way to fancy," Harry noted, communicating with Peter on the comms. "I could get in through the kitchen entrance, but I don't think my typical or my current outfit's gonna fit the bill."
"Maybe you should try a nearby store: get a tux from there?" Peter joked.
"What do you think I'm made out of? Money?" Harry snarked back, before sharing a good chuckle with his best friend. Noticing that the people went inside, he knew it was the best time to strike. But how? Just then, Harry felt the faint ripples of his suit reverberate through his body. Looking for the source, he saw black veins appear on his chest. Leaping from the lamppost he was on, he had gotten down onto solid asphalt before taking a look in a car mirror. Just then, the entire suit was coated in black goo, much like whenever he was going to do hero work, before it suddenly peeled back.
Now, instead of his suit or even his casual wear, he was now donning an identical tuxedo to the people who were just outside. "Woah...check it out..." Harry admired his new tuxedo.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Nothing it's just...the suit made a tux for me," Harry revealed. "Did you know it could make a tux?"
"I...knew it could make clothes," Peter said, his voice making it sound as if he was wincing.
"And you never told me anything?" Harry laughed it off, knowing it was just a single joke from Peter. As he approached the door, he felt incredibly nervous. Being one of the Osborn's, he was bound to get recognized. However, given that these people are from another country, most likely Russia, and given that he hasn't made any public appearances since he got out of treatment, he's hoping that he's got a good chance of not getting recognized.
Mustering up his courage, he had pulled down on the handle and went straight inside, walking right into a sterile white kitchen where people were chopping down vegetables, meats and other products. Just then, one of the expeditors had noticed him. "Hey you, come over here!" He called out, grabbing Harry's attention as he moved over. He then pushed a tray with a silver pan over it, the sort of thing you would see waiters use when presenting a dish. "I need you to take that to Dima for me."
"Dima?" Harry asked. He hasn't heard that name come up before.
"Mr. Kravinoff's bodyguard, now move!" The expeditor ordered Harry who already had the tray in his hands.
"Sounds like your shift is starting."
"Yeah," Harry said, before moving on. "I'll get to work." Working his way through the kitchen, he made sure to avoid any of the chefs that were working around the clock to feed the guests around here. However, making his way to Dima was the first thing on his mind. Remembering what happened between his training session with Miles, his vision had allowed him to read heat signatures. Maybe he had other sets of vision.
But first, he then lifted the pan off of the tray, allowing him to get a glimpse of the food inside. "Raw meat?" Harry whispered, before covering it again. "Who would want raw meat?"
Steak was a sort of meat that can be eaten at many different types of temperatures: mid-rare, rare, well-done, mid-well, even uncooked. However, he could hardly imagine any of the Hunters eating anything raw. Anyway, given that it's raw meat specifically, it must mean that it's meant for an animal of some kind. Knowing Kraven's motif with hunting, it would have to be some sort of hunting animal, like a panther or something similar.
Harry felt his vision completely blacken as he suddenly began to see through all the skeletons in the entire room. Or rather, the skeletons overlapped with the actual bodies. It seemed as if a layer of sight was added onto his own rather than being completely replaced. Looking around, he saw a unique skeleton just above him to his right. He knew that, judging by the skeletal structure, it was animalistic in nature. He knew he found his target.
However, he decided to do some wandering around of the place. It's less of exploring and just doing a head count of the people around him, making sure he knows, roughly, the number of people he was up against. As he was walking through the halls, however, he was well aware of all of the dangerous behaviour that all of the Hunters were partaking, getting into roughhousing, and some were getting drunk.
Just then, he then got the attention of some Hunters playing a dangerous game. "Come on, a 300-year-old sleeping dart ain't gonna do anything." One of the Hunters had boasted, confidence oozing from his body.
"You're so sure, aren't you?" The Hunter he was speaking to had also given off an air of confidence, although it seemed more well-founded.
"Show me then," After the Hunter dared his associate, he then grabbed one of the waitors, catching the poor man off-guard as he was dragged over, and having the tray of food wacked out of his hands, before being put into a choke-hold by the physically stronger Hunter.
"Let him squirm," The Hunter said as he began to aim the sleeping dart directly at the Hunter. As this was going on, Harry was watching the entire situation play out and was fuming at the behaviour being displayed. But he didn't know if there was a way he could actually stop them before the dart was shot without getting noticed. The one time he actually wishes money would solve this problem and he couldn't do it.
Growing up, he always wanted to help heal the world. Even after his mother passed, he did everything he could to fulfill her dream. After discovering his new powers, he realized he can fulfill his mother's dream easier. In other words, he grew up desiring to help people, and every fibre in his body was asking to help the poor man.
Just then, he felt a pair of his tendrils extend from his leg and discreetly crawling on the floor, its black colour blending into the dark environment easily. Just then, they subtly wrapped around the ankle, ensuring that they didn't grab the attention of their victim. Just as he was about to blow the dart, the tendrils performed a subtle yank. It wasn't enough to cause the man to tumble onto the ground, but it was enough to alter his body position enough so that the dart had missed its intended trajectory, aiming directly for the Hunter in front of him. The sleeping dart was injected into his neck, causing him to loosen his grip on the waiter before falling asleep.
Harry gave a subtle grin at the sight at that, glad he gave someone a helping hand. He gave a quick look at the tray and shifted his awareness towards the sleeping dart.If Harry was a betting man, Dima must be in a spot where Kraven's secrets may be held. That sleeping dart might be a good way to bypass Dima. The tendrils then subtly reached towards the Hunters neck before plucking the dart out. The dart was then stored within the tendril, before it hastily slid back into Harry's body.
'Okay, plan to dispose of Dima: formed, wonder how Peter and Miles are doing?' He shook his head of those thoughts, trying to focus on the task. He has confidence that they were doing okay. Using his new vision, he was able to find an elevator and, after nearly crashing into some of the waitors, he had made his way to Dima, who was also situated in Kraven's lounge.
He placed his hand on the handle on the door and opened it and he was greeted with the sight of Dima, lounging on one of the tables. Dima was a large tiger, its fangs were sharp, poised to dig into the flesh of its enemies, or prey, which would be a more apt term. Her nose had picked up on the unfamiliar scent before her eyes snapped open. Once she took in the sight of Harry, she bared her fangs. Sensing the unfamiliarity of Harry's scent, she knew specifically that he was an enemy, without a heartbeat.
Despite the threat, Harry moved forward with the tray of meat. "Hey Dima, you okay bud?" His only response was a fierce growl, and he got the feeling that it was becausd of her gender. "Right, girl. I've got something for you." He then lifted the cover on the tray, revealing the piece of raw meat he had been carrying. One of his tendrils had discreetly slid out of his shoulder and punctured the meat with the sleep dart. "You want this? I'm sure you'll love it."
He then tossed the meat up in the air for Dima. To most, it would be a simple uncooked slab of meat, but to Dima, it was one of the mose succulent treats anyone could even ask for. Not wasting a single moment, Dima had pounced from her position, the thought of Harry being a threat had long passed her mind, the thought of sinking her teeth into the meat was even more enticing to her. Not even bothering to savour the meat, she had devoured the entirety of the flesh in just a few bites, only the bone had remained. Not long after though, the effects of the sleep dart had made Dima feel woozy. As she was standing up, her body began to wobble from side to side before she eventually collapsed.
Harry took a smile at his handy work before he manifested his suit, the tendrils climbing onto his body as he felt the familiar surge of power flooding through his veins. His masks lenses narrowed as he began to scope the entirety of the room. As his senses are tuned up to 11, he was able to get a good idea of the layout of this place. He wasn't sure how, but he could.
Looking over to a nearby chair and sofa, he had spotted a pair of oddly-shaped bottles, filled with a strange red liquid. "What the heck are these?" Harry noted as he picked up one of the bottles, noticing its contents. "Are these potions? Is this the reason Kraven was so freakishly strong?"
Back when Peter was stabbed by Kraven and Harry went berserk on him, he could tell that Kraven was strong. Someone of his stature may be able to lift about 400 pounds, maybe more. However, his strength seemed to go beyond that, able to catch Peter's punch with ease. Peter said that, at his minimum, he was able to lift 10 tonnes, and Kraven ate those punches and caught one of them. Even then, Kraven was able to keep up with his own strength, which by all accounts, should actually be stronger than Peter without his new Grey Suit. His strength was abnormal and this would be ticket to weakening him.
Taking something out of his suit, he pulled a syringe, draining some of the contents of the potion with it, before pocketing it again. "I want to figure out what it's made out of...and I'm gonna try to figure out to negate those effects."
After that, he decided to venture to a nearby night-study spot. It was filled with books, notably about hunting and the philosophy it carries. "Turns out Kraven is better read than I thought." Harry commented.
Going upwards into another section of the lounge, this is where it gets interesting. Harry mentally decided that this is too important to not call Peter about. Using his comms, he contacted Peter. "Something wrong?"
"No, nothing is wrong, just found something...peculiar."
"Peculiar how?"
"...Giving you visuals." Just then, he switched to the option of allowing Peter to witness what he was seeing. Looking to the right side of the desk he was at, that was when Peter noticed the peculiar thing. "Those are...late-stage chemotherapy medications. Are you sure these are Kraven's?"
Picking up one of the bottles of pills, he gave them a quick skim. "It's prescribed to a 'Sergei Kravinoff'. That's his real name, by the way, so definitely his medicine."
"So he's got cancer?" Peter asked.
"Seems like it." Harry confirmed. "That doesn't explain why he's doing the things he's doing."
Harry decided to search the desk drawers for any information until he found a letter. "What's this?"
"Let me give it a read." Peter said, before he cleared his throat. ""It is time to pray." My mother opened every hunt with these words. Others spent the night feasting, drinking themselves into oblivion. Not us. Not the Kravinoffs. To us, the hunt was sacred. A duty from a higher power. "Predators force the weak to grow strong: we shape the world," she would say. Gathered in the candlelight of our Chapel, we shared bites of paska. Felt the anticipation in our bellies build. Ready to honour our ancestors. Feel their blood course through our veins. Though she is gone, I still honour the tradition. The fires have been lit. The Chapel has been prepared. Tonight, I will pray for what I hope is the last time. Now the hunt begins. And if I do not return, all the better."
Silence filled the room as Peter had concluded his reading with the letter, until Harry broke the silence. "That was...a bit disturbing. Sounds like he's asking to die. Literally."
"It's strange. Anyway, I'm gonna need you to head back to the EMF to keep an eye on things. I'll visit the Chapel Kraven's talking about. Closest one is St. Sophia's. If you get into any trouble, you know what to do."
"I'll get out as soon as I can." Harry then finished the call and made his way towards the door out of the lounge. Just as his hand reached the door, alarm bells rang in his head, every red flag had screamed to get away of the door. Suddenly, it felt like his nerves and muscles were stripped of his control. He felt himself leap out of the way of the door, and found himself clinging to one of the walls in an attempt to hide. Just then, one of the more well-built Hunters, a brute by the looks of it, had entered the lounge, his trained eyes skimming over the location. His eyes eventually landed on Dima, catching his attention. The tiger was asleep as opposed to being awake and alert. Just then, the sound of wood creaking had reached his ears and turned tiowards the souce...
Only to see the clad-in-black hero on the wall, attempting to crawl down and sneak down the door. Harry also caught the sight of the brutish-warrior. Immediately, his brain began to work overtime to figure out a solution. Something practical, something Peter would do...
"It's...not what it...looks like?" Harry spoke.
The comment did nothing to dissuade the brute-hunter. Instead, if anything, it seemed to enrage him as he grabbed the nearest chair to him before chucking it towards Harry's direction. After that, Harry was thrown straight out of the lounge. A tendril burst out of his back, attaching itself to the ceiling. Instead of pulling Harry upward, it pushed him down to the ground where he landed with an audible thud. Taking a quick look at his surroundings, he saw the other Hunters staring at him, weapons in hand.
"This one may not be the Spider," The brute hunter called out. "But he is an agent of venom all the same! Keep him alive for Kraven!"
After the declaration, he left, leaving Harry to his own thoughts and the Hunters at the same time. 'Agent of venom, huh? Agent Venom sounds like a pretty good name.'
Turning his attention to the other Hunters, he began to feel a surge of power bubble within him. "Alright suit, time to see what you're really made of!" A sea of large tendrils burst from his back as they enravelled his torso, before exploding as his suit changed.
The armour that he donned still remained, although they new sported jagged edges, along with the fact that they seemed to burst out of his flesh as black tendrils had covered them. The emblem he wore on his chest had transformed into something bigger and more jagged. The top 2 legs ran over his shoulders, joining together on the emblem on his back. The next set had joined together by running over his ribs, and the rest of the 8 legs had dropped down. The neck armour he wore had changed. Instead of resembling armour, it now resembled a mouth swallowing him, complete with sharp, white teeth. The mask he wore had changed. The lenses had became just as jagged as his emblem, now resembling sharp flames, with a set of sharp white spikes now emerging under his lenses, like a set of upper teeth.
Then the whole battle turned crazy.
One of the Hunter Hounds had rushed at Harry, who proceeded to shatter the poor thing into shrapnel via a morning star of compressed mass. His left arm automatically grabbed the blades of an incoming Hunter. In retaliation, he grabbed both sides of her head and had it collide with his knee.
"I never knew the suit felt like this!" Harry's body moved on its own accord as he began to collide his fists into the faces of the Hunters, relishing in the rush of power he was experiencing. He had never felt like this in his entire life. Just then, behind him were a series of Hunters, along with some of their robotic pets. Immediately, his arms shot out 5 long black tendrils that attached themselves to each and every one of them. They suddenly found themselves in the air before they instantly felt pain, courtesy of being slammed directly into the floor, full force.
Harry then released tendrils from his entire body, which transformed into a bundle of tendrils that whirled around him. One of the loose tendrils had attached itself to a chandelier above him and he found himself swinging around the entire room. The Hunters that were unfortunate to get in the way of Harry were instantly picked up by his tendrils, the shapeless mass growing bigger as he then catapulted through one of the walls, splintering that one to pieces. Just then, he relinquished his hold over the chandelier, allowing himself to cannonball directly into the ground.
The wooden floorboards had shattered upon impact, leaving a web of cracks upon impaction. The tendrils whipped around his body as one of them had patched onto a nearby Hunter. The tendril yanked Harry upwards as his gauntlet morphed itself into a chain that clung onto the Hunter. Harry yanked the tendril as hard as he could, the sharp edges cut directly into his skin with multiple cuts, as he spun around multiple times.
Just then, he felt something hard collide with him as an explosion threw him straight through one of the walls, and straight into numerous tables. Drinks of alcohol and plates of food were sent flying onto the floor, spilling their contents as Harry's flight had stopped, his back laid against the wall as he tried to comprehend what had happened. Looking up, he saw the familiar figures of the Hunters, with one of them having a rocket launcher.
"Good god, how does Pete do this stuff?" Harry whispered as he got back up on his feet as he grabbed one of his new gadgets. The suspension-matrix was specifically designed to congeal any enemy in a small gravitational field to hold enemies in the air for longer periods of time. Harry threw the device, the gravitational systems kicking into high-gear as some of the Hunters were sent flying into the air, an artificial blue energy holding them in suspended animation.
The Hunters that did escape from the gadget were, unfortunately for them, not spared. Even though they escaped the clutches of the device, they were not spared from Harry's onslaught. Harry then grabbed one of the Hunters and wrapped his tendrils around his arms, using them to pick off the Hunters that were suspended in the air via his gadget. Golden-green shots rang out from the muzzle as they were struck down. Once he was done, he had immediately discarded the rifle, before launching a tentacle blast at the Hunter he had manipulated.
Shards of black edged out from the epicenter, striking the rest of the nearby Hunters. Although they were knocked out, more of the Hunters arrived. One of Kraven's henchmen ran at Harry and jumped into the air as both blades were wielded like daggers, made to poise into his flesh. Harry whipped his arm into a tentacle, sending him flying into the air. The blades had escaped the grip of his hands. Taking advantage them, Harry rushed forward, grabbing both of the blades before lobbing them into the Hunters. One of them had a riot shield, blocking the blades, causing them to fall to the floor with a clang.
He then propelled himself with his powers, sending him flying not into any of the Hunters, but instead flew in between them. He then shot biomass grenades, which would then sprout into his own makeshift-web, with a consistency that would cause him to bounce straight into the Hunters. He spread out his arms so that they would slam straight onto them. Despite their attempts of blocking the attack, Harry carried a force that would pierce through their defences.
His arms crashed into both the riot shield and the crossed blades as the two Hunters were sent flying with a scream that felt...really familiar, like it came from a sci-fi movie. Shrugging his head off of it, he patted down his hands as if he did a job well done. "Talk about getting...declawed?"
Harry winced on the inside. Peter and Miles make quip-making so much easier than it actually looks. For now, he must focus on the situation. He's done what he needs, now he needs to head back to the EMF. He's even got that sample of Kraven's potion to experiment with, try to figure out what it's made out of and try to replicate it. However, he has failed to eliminate one of the Hunters, so as he was walking towards the door, the Hunter had readied his crossbow, taking aim at Harry before he fired.
However, Harry's new augmented senses had came into play. His body whipped around as he reached out with his arm and tendrils sprouted out of it, latching onto the arrow, before snapping it. The two halves fell to the floor with nothing more than a single wooden clang as Harry stared back at the Hunter.
"Make him pay!"
A voice whispered in his head, and a seething, red-hot anger surged through him. On impulse, he then grabbed the poor Hunter with his tendrils, catching him off-guard and causing him to drop his crossbow. He was then lifted up directly into the air and thrown straight through a window, shattering the glass as it was sent straight outside. A loud thud was heard as the tentacles receded back into his body. At this point, the anger he felt had washed away, and it wasn't until after he had done what he did did he realize what he had done.
"Uhh..." Harry trailed off, looking at his hands. "Was that me?"
He didn't want to waste time, so he launched himself straight through the shattered window, landing on top of the van that the Hunter had crashed on. Looking towards him, he was glad he didn't do too much damage, but it was there, especially with the damaged metal chassis. "You should probably ice that." He suggested, only receiving a light groan from the person. He then began to swing back to the EMF, using his new Web-Wings for easier maneuverability.
Just then, his comms activated as MJ got onto the phone. "Hey Harry, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good," Harry said, his voice being strained as he was gliding.
"What's the suit like, man?" Miles' voice came onto the comms.
"It's super weird," Harry revealed. "Like, it knows what I'm about to do before I even do it. I'm still getting the hang on how I fight, so I'm preferring some classic brute force before trying something different, but I think the suit recognizes that...somehow?"
"That suit is getting weirder and weirder by the day," MJ complained. "Think we should take a sample of the suit?"
Harry was about to respond, but just then he heard the voice talking to him again.
"What are you doing?! They say that they're gonna take a piece of us away, but in truth, they're gonna separate us! Do that, and your chances of healing the world will be lost! You can help hundreds and thousands of people with the suit! So much more than being taken away from us!"
Harry was surprised to hear that voice again, but shrugged it off. "M-Maybe. Probably put it into the suggestion box for later."
"Cool, anyway, Pete's on his way to St. Sophia's. I also decided to explore the city, looking for some Hunter Tech. I think we might be able to create some of our own robot hounds and hawks for defense for the EMF," Miles suggested.
"Not the worst idea," Harry said. "It could eliminate the potential hostile in the area, while also acting as friendly pets to the people visiting..."
Harry continued to ramble on as he continued to swing back to the EMF, however, he decided to scale up a large building up the Chrysler Building, crouching on top of the building, his arms over his knees, and his eyes scoping the lights from the city. It was a beautiful sight. The lights had illuminated the city and the night sky, bringing out a part of the city Harry could only dream of seeing.
This is what Peter witnesses whenever he just looks at the horizon at night. Seeing the stars and the lights made them incredibly beautiful.
Venom snarled, his black mass writhing within his hosts body as he already sat down at the EMF. He was already well aware of his sickness, one that has been plaguing him for years, and one that had eventually struck his mother down.
However, he didn't care. At the end of the day, he was going to spread his gift towards all the denizens to the rest of the world. He was going to ensure this planets downfall, and carry out the will of the King in Black...
Thankfully, not as long of a wait for this chapter. Nothing much to really say for this chapter. Hope you also enjoyed the Symbiote Surge Suit for Harry.