May smiled as she saw Peter walk in. "Aunt May, you're alright." He smiled. It was such a stressful week, but she managed to pull through in the end. She was a Parker through and through.

"Yes Peter, don't worry. It'll take more than a heart attack to put me down." Most likely what would do it was never having grand nephews and nieces to dote over and tell embarrassing stories.

"I'm really glad." He took a seat. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, my mind was … kind of in a bad place."

"It's fine Peter, you have your own life to live, it shouldn't be one hundred percent occupied watching over your old Aunt." She chuckled.

"You're not that old May, you're as spry as ever." He laughed. Nice to see the Parker humor was back. She was getting worried with him dressing up in black all the time. That and his habit of referring to himself as 'we'.

"Don't you forget it." She smiled. "So what did I miss while I was sleeping?"

"Nothing much… other than Eddie losing his college tuition and the forty thousand dollars of bills we have to pay the hospital." Peter winced.

"Ouch… that's going to put a damper on the advance from the publishing company." She chuckled.

"...What advance…what publishing company?" Peter asked curiously.

"Oh, I was going to tell you at a later date, but I guess it would be good for you to know now." May sighed. "I didn't want to put the burden of supporting us entirely on you, so I've been writing a cook book. I had to find a way to put those years of culinary school to good use."

"That's … amazing." He smiled. "Oh that is such a relief. We can pay it off and not have to worry about bills till we're gray." She gave him a look. "... Bills till I'm gray."

"It'll pay off the majority of our bills, I can tell you that much…though I guess it wouldn't hurt to make a new cookbook." May pondered. "You think I can get an advantage on that one too?"

"With your amazing cooking, You'd probably get ten." Peter laughed. "Oh man, this is such a relief, we gotta celebrate!"

"I would…but I'm still hospitable bound till tomorrow." She reminded him.

"Then tomorrow we'll have the best Thanksgiving ever!" He cheered.

"Well, I could probably make a pie tomorrow.."

"No, no, no, no, no. You're not working another muscle. That's how you got stressed to begin with." He laid her back down. "You don't have to worry about a thing, I have thanksgiving completely covered!"

"...Do I need to order pizza?" She pondered.

"No, not at all." Peter waved off. "I … got some friends to help out."

"Oh, are Gwen and Eddie coming over?" She asked.

"No … but I'll send out invites if you want." He sighed. "I haven't exactly been the nicest person lately. I got a lot of apologizing to do."

"Peter, they're your friends, they'll understand." She patted him on the back. "And you still have that nice April girl too."

"Oh yeah, she was the one who helped me get my head straight." He chuckled.

"Yes, she has such a wonderful personality." She sent him a knowing look.

"Yeah…" Peter stopped in his tracks and looked at her. "May, don't start implying what you can't take back."

"Oh, I just think it would be nice to have her over, a chat or two." May smiled.

"You have your plotting and scheming smile on your face."

"Who's plotting? I just believe the two of you get along pretty well."

"I better go hand out those invites, later Aunt May!" He bolted to the door. Ah, he was definitely back to his old self.

"Let's move, let's move, hup hup!" Mikey clapped his hands. "I want stirring and I want it done right, you hear me!?" Spidey said he was in need of thanksgiving help, and as the head chef of the lair, he was going to give one hundred and ten percent into this or DIE trying.

They may have not been much help when he was covered in goo, but they sure as heck wouldn't let him down now! "Mixing, I'm mixing!" Leo screamed.

"I said stirring, not beating it until it's nothing but pure liquid." Mikey said. "Where is the delicacy!? DO YOU WANT THIS CRANBERRY SUACE TO BE BITTER!?"

"NO SIR, NO I DO NOT!" Leo shouted in fear.

"And you, Donnie, what's this?" He asked, gesturing to the turkey. "What is with this unsavory dish?"

"I'm stuffing it, not covering it yet!"

"And you're doing it all wrong!" Mikey slapped his brother. "You were supposed to let the turkey defrost upside down! That way all the juices fall into the thicker piece of meat! Now it's gonna be dry and stale! You ruined the main dish you fool!"

"SORRY SIR! LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU!"

"You better, or I'm stuffing you into the oven and serving YOU as the main dish!" He threw Donnie out of the way. "And Raph, what's going on with those sweet potatoes!? They're cut FAR too thick!"

"Fine then!" Like an amature, he began cutting the already cut ones.

"Now they're too small! Cooking may be an art, but it is a delicate art!" He exclaimed. "And here I expected you to KNOW how to cut things! IF YOU CAN SLICE THROUGH A KRAANG SKULL LIKE IT'S BUTTER, I EXPECT YOU TO CUT THIN SLICES OF SWEET POTATOES! DO I NEED TO DUMP HOT OIL ON YOU HEAD TO MAKE YOU GET A CLUE!?"

"Where the heck are you getting this attitude from!?" Raph screamed in rage.

"I saw some guy called Gordon Ramsey cook. It looked awesome!" Mikey smiled. "Apparently if you shout at people when they make mistakes, they memorize it better and improve."

"Uh, I'm pretty sure he only does that when people make mistakes.." Leo started.

"Why do you think I keep yelling!?" Mikey went up to the mashed potatoes and gave it a taste. "WHO MADE THIS PILE OF GUNK!? THERE'S WAY TO MUCH MILK AND NOT ENOUGH TATO! And someone better be making my italian pizza style stuffing just right or I'm going to stop being so nice!"

"This is you being nice?" Donnie whimpered. "Remind me why we're doing this again?"

"Because Peter asked for our help, and this is the least we can do." Leo said. "Now come on, lets throw a thanksgiving feast."

"Don't forget, this is also practice for when we have thanksgiving in the lair!" Mikey shouted. "We're gonna do this … but MORE INTENSE!"

"MORE INTENSE!?" Donnie squealed.

"YES MORE INTENSE!" He yelled. "NOW START WORKING ON THAT GRAVING, OR I'LL RIP OFF YOUR HEAD AND PUTTING IT IN THE BLENDER!"

"Oh I am so pounding him when this is over." If Raph could pound Mikey, then he could pound those potatoes better!

Mary Jane watched as Flash stormed off from Peter. Seemed like an alright guy, if a bit full of himself. "So Tiger, the big old jock giving you any trouble?"

"Nope, we said absolutely nothing." He said. "... Mary Jane … sorry about how I acted."

"It's cool." She waved off. "Not the first person to blow up in my face. At least you never hit anyone."

"Yikes, that would've been horrible. If that ever happened, then just push me off a cliff, cause clearly I'd be beyond redemption by that point." Funny for the guy that probably punched ten people at night in a red and blue spandex.

"Is that self pity I hear disguised as humor?" Right behind him was Gwen walking up. "Hey Pete.."

"Gwen.." Peter sighed. "I…I have no excuse about what happened. Between Harry and everything else…I put so much on you…"

"No, it's fine…..I kept using you as a scapegoat for everything going wrong that I forgot you're a human being going through your own issues." Gwen huffed. "I'm really sorry."

"It's fine …"

"Would you two stop apologizing and kiss already?" Mary Jane joked to lighten the somber mood.

"What!?" The two of them fumbled into embarrassed blushing.

"I wouldn't!"

"We're friends!"

"Soo?" Mary Jane raised an eyebrow. "The best couples usually are."

"Petey!" Another voice shouted, as Liz ran forward and hugged the guy. "I'm so sorry about what happened, I-"

"No, I acted like a jerk, and … got a reality check from some friends." He said. "Parkers can handle their own problems … also just learned I was worried for nothing… so yeah… I had no reason to act how I did… especially to you Liz." He sighed. "You were just offering to help, and I lashed out."

"Well … if you wanna make it up, you can help us at the parade later today." She smiled. "It'd be nice to have you around."

"Sorry, but Aunt May's getting out of the hospital. I have to take her home, we're having a feast to celebrate." He chuckled. "I know Gwen probably has her own plans, but I was hoping to invite Eddie over at least. There's still a lot I have to say to him."

Oooh…this was going to be painful. "Tiger…there's something you should know." She said. "A few days ago, I went out on a date with him…"

"...You what?" Gwen looked baffled.

"Really?" Peter blinked in surprise.

"Meh." … The two turned to Liz. "No offense, but you seem like the kind of girl to skimp around older guys."

"Not true….older women too." Best way to handle an insult was to relish in it and make it lose its value. "The point is I think he was trying to do it to hurt you."

"Eddie?" Gwen looked surprised, before shaking her head. "No, I know he and Peter haven't been on the best terms, but he wouldn't go that far. Eddie's a nice guy."

"Nice enough to go on a rant while speeding down a traffic-filled highway and almost crashing his cycle?" Mary Jane countered. That sent them on a loop. "Look Peter…I don't want to put down whatever friendship you have with him…but he's not right in the head emotionally speaking."

"…" He sighed. "I'll try talking to him."

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Harry wasn't right emotionally either … sometimes people just need someone to help them. And I wasn't the most helpful person when May got hurt." He said, pulling out his phone. "Thanks for letting me know, MJ."

"No problem." She nodded. "Just stay safe." The boy could dodge bullets within a blink of an eye, but even he had to be somewhat human. As Mary Jane watched him go beyond a corner, she turned to Gwen. "You know, you never really told him if you were too busy for thanksgiving with his family."

"Right…." Gwen blushed. "...Maybe I should go talk to Eddie before Peter…." She ran off.

"Swing and a miss." Mary Jane snapped her fingers. When would those two nerds learn?

"... Are you trying to hook them up?" Liz asked skeptically.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." She said flippantly. "I wouldn't know, I'm the gal skimping over from one guy to the next, remember?" Liz gave her a sour look. "Oh don't give me that, miss cheerleader. If you don't like it, do something about it. Pete's still on the market."

The reason she floated around is because she never accepted a lock. Haven't met the right guy yet. Maybe next year.

April looked over the list. "Alright, that's a dumpling soup for Peter, May wants a chow mein, and pizza gyoza for the guys." Now it was only a matter of either attending the Parker thanksgiving dinner or the turtle thanksgiving dinner. One had a diabolical mastermind known as Aunt May and the awkwardness of Gwen Stacy being there, and the other smelled of sewers. It really was a tough choice.

She was just glad things were coming to a reasonable sense of normality. Peter was parasite free and the Kraang were getting their butt's kicked. Now if only she could get closer to finding her dad… it would've been nice to spend this thanksgiving with him. Not that she didn't love her own Aunt … but she wasn't really the familial relationship kinda gal. There was a reason she chose to live alone in an apartment. Heck, she barely mentioned her to the guys. She didn't have the kind of love Peter had for his own Aunt.

Speaking of … they never really talked about … the stuff they saw in there. The bite, the craziness, Ben Parker … the mistake. Part of her felt like it was too personal to ever hold a conversation about …But if what the symbiote said was true, that Peter constantly held onto that one mistake in his head…the boy was likely going to snap, and NOT from an outside influence.

He didn't take breaks because he felt like the moment he did, someone would go, and then Peter would compare it to looking away like he did with his uncle, blame himself for the complete accident, and try even harder. The most reliable friend she had outside of the turtles was also the most troubled and traumatized.

The most she could do at the moment was just be there. April was the only human friend he didn't have to lie to about anything. Hence, the food run she was going for at the moment. She walked up to Murakami's shop, opening up the door. "Hey there Mr-"

Crack

April looked down …. Seeing that she stepped on a broken chair. "No….no no no no!" She looked around, seeing the entire shop either cracked, snapped, or splintered in some way or form. She desperately moved around, looking for the man in question … only to find Murakami on the ground, thankfully breathing, but heavily injured. "Mr Murukami!" She ran over and grabbed the man. "Are you okay?"

"I'll live … wounds heal … might need … doctor however." The blind chef coughed roughly. "It came so fast, couldn't… react as fast as I normally could.

"Who did this!?" She shouted in anger. "Was it the purple dragons again? The foot?" Beating up a blind man wasn't beyond their wheelhouse, espcially with that Xever guy her friends told her about.

"It … it was Spider-Man." Markukami spoke.

What!? But… but the alien was gone! There was no way Peter would attack an innocent person, especially not a friend. "Mr Marukami, he wouldn't-"

"It wasn't Peter san… but…. the way it moved… breathed… fought… It was like Spider man… but… feral… unhinged….lethal."

Fought like … Spider-Bytes? No, he was in jail. No, she had more important things right now. April dialed an emergency line, looking at Murakami, before looking back to the door … and freezing as she saw something above it.

"911, what's your emergency?" Asked the operator on the other end.

But she couldn't focus on that, all she could focus on was a message created out of dark… black webs… two words could be made out of it.

Guess who?

"Wha.."

Thwip

"Sorry, false alarm." Her phone was…webbed away from another dark corner, and smashed into pieces. "Hello, Homewrecker."

Black webbing filled her vision before she could let out a scream.

Splinter revelled in the silence of the lair. His sons had finally left to deliver the thanksgiving meal they had prepared for Peter, and while he admired the kindness and dedication to their friend, they could've been a lot quieter about it. Or maybe even use the Parker kitchen since they were going there to begin with and no one else was inside.

Rarely was allowed the tranquility to reflect on the world, what has happened, and what may happen to his sons. They have overcome so many trials and obstacles lately, both physical and mental. Seeing their growth flourish was an excitement only a father could feel towards one of their own. Although the Sinister Seven as it were caused a worry to bubble within his stomach.

The more they did good, the more grudges from enemies they accumulated, and built up into a storm. Would one day become too much? Engaging the enemy was one thing, but he feared that the exposure would be far prevalent eventually. And when a ninja was discovered … that was a death sentence for a shinobi. However, to deny them to help others, to do good … that was impossible, and unethical. When Saki first attacked his sons, Yoshi did his best to run and hide … that wasn't an option.

It was young Peter that pulled them out of that fearful mindset. While he questioned the boy's mindset at times, he was undoubtedly a good influence on his sons. His only fear was that the boy's own selflessness was going to be his downfall, tearing himself apart from being pulled in so many directions at once. Maybe he should sit the boy down for a talk, try to get to know him better?

He heard footsteps, stealthy, slightly heavy. They matched the style of his sons. It seemed they were trying to sneak up on him for a surprise blow, but Splinter couldn't decipher who. The master stood up, walking to the door. "It seems you need a refresher course in the art of stealth, my sons-"

CRASH

Splinter was prepared for a surprise attack from his sons, not a fist moving far faster and far stronger than the body should be capable of slamming into his body, sending Splinter flying into a wall. "You guessed wroooong." A sickening voice cackled, as in walked a large black figure dressed in a black costume, a white spider, and a mouth with sharp fangs and a long pink tongue. "Do we need to introduce ourselves, or did your little familygive you the heads up?"

"So, you are this 'symbiote' that was attempting to take over young Peter." Splinter quickly observed, rising to his feet and sending a series of strikes into the creature's chest and stomach: making it stumble back.

"Pressure points…effective…but not enough against a body that softens your blows." They stated, moving quickly and as they went for a leg strike, forming a third arm and hitting Splinter's chest when he dodged. "Or a creature that can move the body like a puppet."

Splinter grabbed onto the arm, using his cane to land a strong blow to the skull, which was ignored as the monster sent him into the ground. "If that's the case, then I won't apologize for what happens next." He wrapped his tail around the monster's leg, and dislocated it into two separate pieces.

"You miserable mutant!" The monster shouted in pain as Splinter threw the monster into the living room, where it crashed into the couch.

"Your nature as a demon was not the only thing I was informed of." Splinter informed, moving his cane closer to a gong. "One wrong move and I will put you down, man and all."

"Put us down …" They laughed. "Wow, great example for Parker. We just love the hypocrisy you and your children spiton the daily." They jumped to the ceiling. "Should we put it into proverbs and sell them as fortune cookies? I'm sure Murakami would appreciate it … you know, if his fingers still work after what we did."

So they went after an innocent, blind man … "Child, listen well." He spoke. "I know not what that thing has tempted you with. But tainting your soul isn't worth it."

"That's the thing, 'Sensei' … Peter already tainted it." They chuckled. "Every bit of our life was ruined by Parker. They abandoned us, rejected us." The tongue licked the air. "We want to make Spider-Man suffer for every single mistake he's ever made … and break him until even his soul refuses to stand."

"Then you are lost already!" Splinter sent his cane right into the creature's shoulder, jumping and kicking it across the face, sending it into another wall

"Lost? We've been lost for many years, Old man." The monster cackled with glee as it crawled onto the ceiling. "Both symbiote and man alike. Both abandoned, both found love, joy, happiness…. only to be abandoned once more." They shot webbing from their forearm, restraining Splinter's arms and tail. "But now we've found each other, and embrace one another whole hearted with all our HATE!" The turned their claws on him, sending Splinter crashing into the television.

"The hate will leave you with nothing." No good ever came from revenge

"Oh we have something, a goal. You see….if we're going to ruin Peter's life, we have to start small, build our way up to that emotional turmoil. He holds his precious Uncle Ben so near and dear to his heart, irreplaceable…not that he hasn't tried." The thing snickered, sending forth more webs that Splinter avoided. "So first we attack every parental figure he has, everyone one he looks up to and respects…surprise surprise, you're near the very top of that list."

… While flattering, the man was more focused on the goal. He tightened the grip on his cane. "I warn you. If you know only what Peter has shown you, you will not beat me."

They laughed. "Who said we just copied Peter?" Their arm seemed to bubble … before a spray of shuriken were launched.

Splinter avoided, only to see the monster shoot webs to a sword and sai, taking them in hand as they rushed. "I don't care what you know or how, but you will not defeat me!" He jumped over the attacks.

"Oh, but you should. Symbiotes do more than upgrade their hosts." They matched his moves … with the lessons he taught his sons. "They teach them everything they've observed, including memories…from those of your foul mutant sons, from their experience with the Shredder….to you." They sent forth a surprise kick to the ribs. "Spidey's power, the turtle's skill, all gifts … finally used by someone who can put them to good use."

"They are not your gifts… and you use them for the most petty reason of all." Splinter glared, standing tall even as the pain rose. "Revenge… the most pointless and pathetic of pursuits. You may break my body, you may even kill me… but you will still be the most pitiable appointment I have ever faced."

"Kill you?" They chuckled. "Don't flatter yourself. We told you, we wish to break Spider-Man." They produced more webs that Splinter was forced to avoid. "And knowing the people he cares about most, while the strongest ally he knows was beaten, struggling to save them while failing? … That's true suffering."

"Then you will find your task harder to achieve than most." He twisted his cane, and took out the blade. "I do not fall easily."

"We're counting on it." With a demonic roar, they clashed once more.

Peter swung across the rooftops, reaching the meetup spot for the turtles. "Thanks again for the help guys. Thanksgiving is gonna be a blast." This was the most good fortune he had in a while. Aunt May was recovering, he didn't have to worry about expensive hospital bills, and he didn't need to burn down the kitchen for the sake of cooking yams.

"No problem … although now I fear for any apprentice Mikey has." Leo shivered.

"Get real Leo. Like Mikey has a future being a teacher in anything." Raph rolled his eyes.

"Hey … I could totally teach video games." The turtle pouted.

"Trust me, any student you have will be more scared of you than Shredder." Donnie shook his head. "So all that's left is April swingin by with pizza gyoza."

"You really need variety." Peter said. "Could have sworn I got you into popcorn."

"Spidey, we're simple turtles, we don't ask for much but the simple taste of deep fried pork covered in fried dough, cheese, and tomato sauce." Mikey patted his back. "Plus Murakami gives us those for free, so it's a win for both our stomachs and your wallet."

"That is a fair point." Even with Aunt May's new cook book money, he still needed to keep an emergency fund in case the worst happened. "So is this the first turtle thanksgiving?"

"Nope. Just the first one without algae and worms." Raph shook his head. "So that's something to look forward to."

"And who knows, maybe we'll get to marathon something other than space heroes." Donnie shook his head.

"The space heroes holiday specials are a classic! You can't just break tradition like that!"

"Thanksgiving is an earth holiday celebrating American colonialism! You can't have thanksgiving in space! That doesn't even make sense!" Donnie argued with their team leader.

"I thought Thanksgiving was about beating up turkeys and cooking them?" Mikey asked.

"I've always heard it was about killing indians." Raph raised his hand.

"We really need to get you guys caught up on American history." Spidey muttered. "Anyway, it's been a while since we heard from April. I'll go swing by and see if she needs any help."

"Oh I could go!" Donnie offered. "And, you know, help her out …"

"Smooth." Leo rolled his eyes.

"Like it's any smoother than you and Karai."

"It's not like that!" Nobody backed him up. "Gah, everyone's a critic." Ah, holiday banter, what could possibly ruin that?

"Yo, Spidey!" Ask and ye shall receive. He turned and saw Eddie climbing up the escape ladder, a grin on his face. "Been a hot minute since we chatted."

Great … this was not the conversation he needed. Peter was the one needing to talk to them. "Look, I have a busy schedule, just put it in the friendly neighborhood complaint box if Jameson hadn't filled it up." He began pressing on the web shooters.

"Then guess we'll see each other at the thanksgiving feast then?" And instantly froze, his fingers seconds away from pulling the trigger.

"… What?" Please be a misunderstanding.

"What, we figured Aunt May would've told you to invite us, bro." They laughed, getting closer.

"I think you're confusing him with a … different Peter, from Jersey." Mikey shook his head.

"He didn't say-you just…ugh." Leo groaned.

"Oh come on Mikey, don't lie to us." Eddie grinned. "We even picked up a holiday present." He tossed forward a wooden object.

Everyone stared … at Splinter's cane.

Shing

"You got five seconds blondie to tell us what you did to Splinter before I knock you're block off into the pavement off this roof!" Raph threatened Eddi with a sai to his neck.

"Why don't you guess first?" The boy smirked. "What we did."

The ability to grab it, the knowledge, the use of we … "The …" He looked in horror. "The Symbiote."

Eddie grinned, as black ooze covered their body head to toe, bulking themselves up to a massive size, a giant white spider on the chest, with a disgusting mouth and a large pink tongue. "YOU GUESSED RIGHT!" After batting Raph away, they sent forth a punch far too fast for him to react to, sending Peter flying into a wall. "Now claim your prize, the destruction of your entire life!"

"It's back!" Mikey screamed, going in for a strike, which the creature dodged as it delivered a knee right to the turtle.

"What's wrong? Never been hit by Spidey when he's not holding back?" The Symbiote cackled. "And here we thought you couldn't get any dumber!"

"No… this is impossible, I destroyed you!" Peter shouted.

"Yes. You killed an alien Symbiote that survived the side of a spaceship in the voice cold vacuum of space with a bit of cold." They spoke sarcastically. "And here we assumed you were at least a high school student." A web was launched into Peter's chest. "How about a refresher course on inertia for free!?" And yanked him hard, sending him flying as they socked a fist into Peter's gut. "After all, you're running out of friends to backstab for more pics!"

"You tried the guilt trip already!" Leo shouted, going in with his blades. "Learn some new material!" He shouted, stabbing Eddie … which did absolutely nothing.

"Oh we've learned plenty, like how to rearrange organs, and how to throw a ten ton punch!" Eddie struck Leo back with enough force to dent an electrical circut on the roof.

"How is it this strong!?" Donnie shouted, aiming for a strike in the back.

"How about an equation for the brainiac." They grinned, moving in closer. "Spidey powers, plus Turtle technique, plus Eddie's muscles, equals one mean punch!" Before slamming into the turtle hard enough to split his bow staff and crack the ground. "You didn't think we weren't learning EVERYTHING about you while stuck to the web-head's backside? That the generousview of his head wasn't taking away what you knew? We know how you all fight! We don't even need a spider-sense to predict your next move!"

"Then predict this!" Mikey messed around with his nunchucks wildly … before throwing a ninja star, which was grabbed. "… Ah."

"We broke your Master Splinter, and you think you have a chance at winning?" They laughed, webbing up Mikey and slamming him into a wall. "All of you are more delusional than Spider-Man thinking he's a hero."

"Funny, I don't exactly see a pair of wings and a halo around your ugly mug!" Raph stabbed Eddie in the chest multiple times.

"Guilty, we find the idea of all of your heads on a wall just too pleasant a thought!" With a simple swing, they tossed Raph away.

"Eddie, Bro, please, listen to me, you have to fight the goop, you need to fight-"! Peter was grabbed by the neck, and banged him against the wall.

"We're DONE listening to you, Parker! We're done listening to everyone!" Eddie growled. "We're in control of our own life, our own fate! And at the center of our web of misery is you! We won't rest until you're begging for death, until you're on your knees, begging for us to end you…and that will only be the beginning!" The bastard used his long slimy tongue and licked him across the mask. "From now on, we're POISON to Peter Parker AND Spider-Man! We're VENOM!"

"… Not gonna comment on the name Mikey?"

"I just want it gone!"

"We can guarantee that you will NEVER SEE us again…but only after we make Petey suffer a little more….after all…we know who you are….and who you love the most." Venom webbed up his entire body, shooting it against Donnie and Leo, who were trying to come up from behind.

Peter clenched his fist. "You care about Aunt May too. You wouldn't hurt her, Eddie. I KNOW you haven't fallen that far!"

"...Then you don't know us at all." They laughed, swinging away. "Have fun guessing again, bro!"

He struggled against the webs, hard enough for the wall to crack. "No…No! NOOOOOOOOOO!" He shouted in the air…He….Peter lost his oldest friend….and now Eddie was his worst enemy.