Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Red Hulk laughed as he held up Venom. He had purposefully waited until he was healed and then dashed over and grabbed him. "Now we find out who under this mask." He wrapped a meaty hand around Venom's head and squeezed. His ragged fingernails dug into the symbskin and he began to pull back, tearing it from Peter's head. “Once we know, smash puny bug forever.” Venom struggled and kept flooding the area with armour. As long as he could he would make sure nobody saw his face.

“Seems I’m just in time darling,” Emma said with a small smile as she floated down.

Landing he looked at the devastation the pair had caused, and tutted, “I hope you’re going to make him pay for this. I do hate a mess, and now, Red, please put my friend down, before I hurt you.”

Red Hulk laughed and drew his arm back, “No care. Smash bug. Smash you too if get in Red Hulk's way,” but as he pushed he felt his arm meet resistance.

Emma floated over, ''I wasn’t asking.” With a wave of her hand, Red Hulk felt his fingers pry themselves from Parker's armoured form. ”You are so terribly hurt.” As she gently laid Venom down on the pavement she pushed Red Hulk away with her other hand. “And you now owe me again. The first time was for Shaw, this time I will get what I want.” As she gently cradled Venom's head in her lap he blinked a few times and stared up at her.

“Now I know I'm dead, I can see the pearly gates behind two white mountainous pillowy clouds.” 

Emma laughed. “If you're conscious enough to make stupid jokes, then you're conscious enough to walk on your own.” She lifted another hand and stopped the charge of Red Hulk as he bellowed with rage.

“You see, telekinesis is the application of mental strength against muscular strength. Brains versus brawns for the uneducated. But there is a much easier way.” Red Hulk lifted slightly as if he was straightening his posture. “All muscle strength requires gravity or force to act against it. Remove that force, and you can swing all you like, you can't move.” Suspended in the air, Red Hulk swung wildly but, with no friction, was helpless.

"Why fight your strength, when it's much easier to simply remove your inertia. Of course, there is something satisfying in fighting your strength.” Carefully laying Venom down she stood and brushed her mini skirt off.

You have to help me, Peter. I can’t keep someone as powerful as him down for long.

I know, but I’m too hurt. You need to give me a few more minutes.

Fine, but the meter is running darling.

“I have lost a lot of money today because of this idiocy. And now I find a giant red monster beating on the one person I might actually like. Do you think I’m having a good day?” As Hulk stumbled forward he was smacked in the face by an invisible hammer blow. It was followed by another. Every time Emma flicked her wrist, a force smashed into Red Hulk's body blowing him back. “Do you want to find out?”

Red stood and roared, causing Emma to cover her face with an arm. Even Peter was blown backwards by the immense pressure given off by Red. “Red Hulk strongest one there is!” As he clapped his hands together the shockwave blew Emma and Venom back. “Red Hulk always wins!” As Red roared over and over the pitch grew and they watched as his muscles swelled even further. He was now huge, but almost comical as a tiny head was sitting on a giant body. It stopped being funny when the heat from his body melted the armour he was wearing. It dripped down his body, pooling on the sidewalk, which was melting under his feet. As he moved it stretched and peeled away, leaving Hulk-sized footprints in the asphalt

“Sorry Emma,” Venom said as the dust and debris flew around them. “This was my fight. I understand if you want to leave.”

Emma hid her face with her jacket and just snorted. “This was never just your fight darling.” She stood, “This was everyone's.” Emma raised her hands, "And I am not leaving!" A shield extended from her, battering back the debris Hulk was lifting. “But we will be having a very interesting conversation after this. You are starting to owe me too much.” 

Peter laughed and held his ribs, “All I can offer is a going down payment.” He held out his hand, "My powers are nothing compared to yours, but maybe together?"

Emma gasped as Peter touched her ankle. His own powers were nothing compared to hers, but that did not mean they were lacking. He could provide a source of power for her to tap. As she gathered their mental strength together, a wind whipped up. Red pushed against it, but with each step, slid back two.

Emma laughed as she tasted Peter's true strength, but in taking his as her own, a crack appeared in her mind.

Oh, you little shit. She thought. No, not Peter. Jean fucking Gray! She pried open the crack and remembered their conversation. And what she was forced to give up. The only thing stopping her from finding Jean and ripping her stupid head off was that she had agreed. She knew such a power would tempt her. The world would lay at her feet, collared, leashed, and so very very obedient. Emma Frost would have ruled the world, and been so very very bored. Not that she wouldn't find Jean and make her pay. It might have been fun for a little while, and she was sure she could guilt Jean into almost anything. A French maid's outfit, while she massaged both her and...no, a black bow tie and nothing else for Peter. It would be such a fun day. As soon as she dealt with the red idiot ruining it.

"You're right, it's not enough. So. Give it.” She motioned to Venom, crouching down, “I won't ask again. There is only one way to win. So give me one.” she motioned with her hand.

“That wasn't part of the deal.” But as Red Hulk huffed and stretched, Venom knew this was a fight they weren't going to win. He pulled her close and as they kissed, he felt the same sticky sweet lump travel from him and down Emma's throat.

“I do so enjoy having you inside me darling,” she said and winked with a very cheeky grin. Venom laughed, hoping he hadn't made a huge mistake.

As Emma felt the Symbiote cover her, replacing the clothes she laughed. Octave hadn't rejected her, she had wanted Peter to add her to their little group. She wanted an equal, she wanted Emma to be as powerful as she was. And in their bonding, she shared everything.

We are Precious, and we taste you, Emma.

Red stood, now almost ten feet tall and growled at the pair, “Red Hulk strong. Red Hulk kill puny Parker and big titty lady.”

Oh shit, Venom thought to himself, wrong thing to say.

“They are rather spectacular, aren't they? Even Peter can't keep his eyes off them.” Emma motioned down to where Hulk's pants had burned off. “Pity we can't say the same about your equipment though” 

Red Hulk didn't care if he was naked or not, all that mattered was smashing these two bugs. This was what he wanted, Ross never cared about Banner or anything else. All he wanted was the power of the Hulk, and once he got it and then Extremis, nobody could stop him.

As he roared and charged he felt the ground under his feet give way. Even with his strength, he crashed into the ground and it furrowed up as his weight crushed the concrete

“A shame, see, where most of your weight is as you put it in your titties, you learn. You learn that when an Augment can lift you with his mind, to work around it. You learn then when an Augment can project energy you work around it.”

Red Hulk lifted himself and grabbed a handful of debris, throwing it at Emma, who tutted. She waved a hand and the debris reversed course, and pelted him like annoying insects. 

“How rude. You learn that strength is nothing without training. Even I know that without a good place to stand, you are nothing but a brute.”

As Red lined up a charge his feet dug into the sidewalk, and as he sped towards her, he tripped on something small.

Emma didn't need to pit her telekinesis against his massive strength, a simple block would do. Wedged hard enough that when he kicked it, his momentum did the rest. He fell once more, his massive bulk creating a furrow in the road.

“But, we also know that there is no way I can avoid you forever.” As she moved over, she nodded at Venom. “Sorry darling, I need to borrow your outfit.” Moving to the harness, she waved and its arms untied themselves. Through Precious, she knew how to work it, and what she could use it for. lifting Peter she spun him around and undid his harness. It was cracked from the fight, but it was still functional, and two arms were enough for what she needed. Vibranium.

Precious coated it and pulled off enough metal to create a dome around her head. With a tiny sliver of Vibranuim at the front, she focused her mind, and her powers flowed through it.

“Charles gave me this idea, with his supercomputer Cerebro.”

Red Hulk was hit by a beam of yellow energy pulsing out from the helmet. Emma floated up, as pure energy crackled around her. “Pure mental energy, powered by a star, and focused through a metal capable of amplifying it.”

Even as Red brought up an arm to ward off the beam it burned and smouldered on his flesh.

“My, you are a tough one.” Reinforcing the beam Emma took all that rage and resentment, all the pain and hate and focused it more. He grasped at his head and screamed as she filled his mind. He relived every failure and disaster. Suffered each punishment and each mocking escape done by Bruce. Even Liv’s beating before he got a good grip on his powers poured into his mind as a loop.

Pathetic, he heard over and over as Emma tore apart his mind. Nothing but a bully, and as he was powerless to resist she lifted him up and slammed him over and over into the sidewalk.

“Puny Hulk,” she said mockingly as she floated back down once he reverted back to General Ross. “We do have company though darling.” The harness retracted back into her clothing, folding under the outfit Precious made. “You may want to dress appropriately.”

As the military convoy approached Venom made sure there were no gaps in his armour. Emma nodded and took to the skies. Like a lot of Augments, she never wore a mask, and her identity wasn't a secret. She didn't care though. If the soldiers came for her, they would suspiciously be unable to remember her. Venom chuckled. He would probably not be getting that harness back, and Liv was going to kill him. It was her prototype Mark Three armour and she only had one.

Coulson stood across from Venom. He motioned to the Iron Legion drones littering the street, and to the unconscious Ross. “I need you to stand down,” Coulson said, even as agents surrounded Venom. “It's over.”

Venom shook his head, “It's not over.” He motioned to the soldiers surrounding him. While the front row were Shield, most wore the Gamma Trooper patch. Ross’s Thunderbolts probably wouldn't be too happy their boss lost.

Coulson shook his head. "No, it is. The President called off the witchhunt. Pardons all around, you, your people, and anyone involved with the Sentinel mess." He turned to his men, "Stand down. Venom is a person of interest, but by order has been pardoned." The Gamma troopers looked unhappy but Coulson ignored them. “It's over. I recalled everyone and returned anything they took. So stand down. It Is Over.” He dropped the radio on the ground, “But we need you to surrender, and not finish what you started.” His eyes flicked down to Ross’s body, "he is still alive right?"

“He’s hurt, but not dead, and I won’t surrender. I’ve seen this before. Nat and Carol? Would I see daylight again, would any of us? No, I’ll leave and you can try to finish what Ross started, and hunt me.”

Coulson swore, and as Venom sent out a line and swung away, he stared at the quickly decreasing dot.

One of his commanders approached him, “I have the pursuit helicopter en route. Sir, do we follow?”

Coulson shook his head. “Don't bother, we know where he lives.”

Motioning to his men he set the GPS to Peter's address. He highly doubted he would be there, but leverage never hurt anyone. 

“Oh, and grab Ross. He’ll probably be in a bad mood when he wakes up, so keep him away from my office.”

The journey was quick. The street had been cleared when the fighting started and as the jeep pulled up outside the warehouse. Pepper had called a press conference and the street was swarming with reporters. It looked like Peter had already finished his speech, and Coulson would just watch it later. It was probably the same one he was about to give. 'It wasn't me, no proof' and a list of stupid things the government had done.

“You know why I'm here Peter,” Coulson said as he flicked off his sunglasses. "Do we have to do the song and dance act, or are you coming quietly?"

Peter shrugged and pointed over at a nearby rooftop. "I do, and sorry, but not me."

“Hey, Shithead, Nice try. I bet even Red Hulk would have come here. All the scheming must have fried that walnut you call a brain,” Venom shouted from one of the rooftops. Venom leered and posed before the thrusters on his back fired and he flew away.

Coulson shook his head. The reporters had filmed it all. “Touche Mister Parker, touche.” He motioned for everyone to get back in the ATVs, “Retreat. Parker is not Venom. I repeat, Parker is not Venom. Find out which idiot gave us that intel and have him shot.”

As the soldiers filed back into their vehicles, Coulson approached the warehouse. “I know that's not you Peter.” Coulson tapped his nose, “Liv told me any idiot with a nose can smell the Formula, but honestly, I don't care. Someone will swing for this mess, and it won't be me, and I will make sure it won't be you. Stark was threatened by Senatorial suppression, and Ross was acting on his own. Expect it to be passed around until someone says something stupid.” As he turned to walk back to the jeep, he looked at Pepper. “Just make sure it's not him would you.”

In the jeep, Coulson dialled his phone. “Your plan failed Senator, and the fallout even cleared Peter Parker of being Venom. You know that Ross is slippery and will squirm out of any charges, as will the Avengers. All the orders are in your name. You better have a damn good backup plan, or this will end up on your head.” Before whoever was on the other end could reply Coulson ended the call.

It had gone exactly as he’d expected. He knew Peter would triumph, he had help, a good team and more importantly, the Augments on his side.

Fury had warned him that Malik was Hydra and ever since then Coulson had kept his eyes on the Senator. He had expected Steve to disobey, taking the Avengers out of the equation. He knew Stark would try but fail as he had the wrong intel on Parker. He hadn't expected Ross to go off-mission though, and he would be seeing if Parker could depower him as well. He'd already had a file sent, and a phone call and Parker was right. Red Hulk was irradiated past safe human levels. The Thunderbolts could stay but Ross was going to find himself somewhere remote, and out of the way. Prison or exile was his only choice now, but either way, Coulson didn't care.

All that was left was for Parker to finish the job and take down Gideon Malik once and for all.