Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

The next few days were tense in the warehouse.

Peter had explained the weird dream and how it felt so real. The group was supportive but nobody really paid any attention to it. It was just a really weird dream as far as anyone was concerned.

Felicia was sitting with him, she had made coffee and called Elektra to take over for the day.

“Look,” she sighed, “I get it okay. Powers, aliens and strange dreams about eating people. It's shock, Pete.”

He just stared blankly at her, “I dont have PTSD,” he stated.

Felicia shrugged, “didn't say you did. What I did say was that feeling guilty about beating the crap out of some shitbag and killing a few more is normal. Weird dreams, especially about your powers, will be a regular thing for a while.”

She reached over and patted his hand, “Right now. You feel bad about the Symbiotes, right? Feel bad about Fisk and Bullseye?”

Peter looked at her and blinked a few times. He did, but, “I maybe guess?” he shrugged, “but what about everyone else?”

Huntress covered Felicia and she sat, smirking at him as she ran a huge tongue over her maw, “We fucking love this. We wouldn't give up our bond for the world.” It was scary but she lifted one of his hands and kissed it. “and the only thing we wish to devour is you, Peter.”

Huntress sprang, lifted Peter off his feet and giggled like a maniac. "MINE!" she screeched as she threw him over one shoulder and ran into her home.

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Peter was in a much better mood. Felicia had called Elektra and taken a day off. They talked, screwed, talk some more, and Peter got everything off of his chest.

It was later when Gwen got back that the mood soured again.

“Yeah, just got off the phone with Dad. He wants to come visit,” she admitted. She had been blowing him off. It was easy when Peter was getting a new tenant and she didn't want anything to screw that up. The chief of police turning up and glaring at everyone was not going to help.

Gwen looked over at Felicia and sighed. “I,” she took a deep breath, “I told my dad that Fel and I are dating. And I think you should tell Aunt May that you and MJ are together.”

Peter frowned, “Why?”

“Nobody will accept this Pete. I already get shit from Dad about you. Every time we speak it's that hoodlum Parker and,“ Gwen slumped down, “and I can't say anything back. No matter what I say it's an argument. He’ll never accept you, never understand and with Felicia here, become more of an asshole.”

“I don't care what your dad thinks Gwen. I only care what you think.”

Gwen shook her head, “you don't get it though. Dad is still looking for an excuse to make me move, and with everything that's going on, I don't want him to find one. This isn't a real thing Pete, it's a lie to protect you. It's just one person, just one lie, please.”

Peter thought about it, if telling George got Gwen some peace then, “It's fine, but you know, how do you feel about it?” he asked her, Aunt May had been understanding enough, but George was an asshole.

Gwen looked at MJ, ” How do I feel? The same way you feel, it's shit and I don't like it, but it's no different than hiding everything else, Pete. You killed two people, telling my dad I'm a lesbian is nothing. I’d rather tell people I'm a lesbian and deal with that than have them dig up everything else. I can't change that my dad is an asshole who won't leave you alone.” Gwen slumped back in her chair.

Peter sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He looked t MJ, Feica and then at a very worried Gwen, “Sure. I mean, it's not like it changed anything does it?”

Gwen looked at Felicia who shrugged, “Don’t look at me, we spent all day fucking.”

MJ snorted, “That's my plan for my day off as well.”

Gwen looked at the trio, who seemed to be just accepting the situation. “So, you dont mind?”

Peter smiled and reached his hand over, “Gwen, we lie and keep secrets. I tell people I’m a landlord while Venom scares that crap out of bad guys. Felicia is a courier right?” He looked over and she nodded. “MJ is a waitress, but we all have powers. Telling your dad you're a lesbian and I'm in a relationship with MJ isn't the worst lie we’re going to tell.”

Gwen frowned for a moment, “You know I've been stressing over this for days right? And now, oh it's fine, just like that?” She wasn't yelling yet, but it looked like it was getting there. Gwen clenched her jaw.

“Uh oh,“ Peter grinned at her. “Does Gwennie need a cookie and a nap?”

“Oh, you’ll be getting a nap asshole. I've been worrying my ass off. Dad's the chief of police. If anyone.” but she was interrupted as Peter flipped over the table and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Gwen, we’re safe. The warehouse is secure. The labs are locked up and hidden with security designed by Liv. Your dad won’t find anything other than a stressed Gwen and her loving girlfriend.”

Gwen huffed and wrapped her arms around his, “Fine. I still want my cookie though.”

“Uh,” Felicia said, “we’re out. Pete and I really did spend all day screwing. We kinda ate them.”

Peter raised an eyebrow, “We?”

Felica shrugged. “We are a we, aren't we?” she giggled.

“What, no emergency Gwen cookie?” Gwen asked huffily. Huntress decided she was the strongest so therefore everything was hers, especially food.

“Drawer in front of you,” Peter said, kissing Gwen on the side of the cheek and vaulting back to his own chair.

Gwen grinned in glee as she slid the drawer open, “what the fuck Fel?” she yelled as she lifted the card.

“I.O.U one cookie, love Felicia.”

Gwen growled. Poison loved her sweets and right now was bitching about no cookies.

“It's fine, it's fine. Felicia, Huntress, bad girls. Gwen, I’ll go get some fresh, and I mean fresh fresh not yesterday fresh.” Peter said with a smile, This wasn't the first time, and it probably wouldn't be the last. “Oh, and Fel, you are coming too.”

Felicia groaned and slumped as she lifted herself from the chair. She moaned some more, hoping to elicit some sympathy. With the weather turning from Summer into Autumn it was starting to get cold outside. Today of all days it was raining, a sign of the colder New York weather starting to creep in.

“Yeah, not working. Food. and no eating all the good bits,” Gwen shoo’d her away, “Oh, and fresh doughnuts if they have them, like fresh out the fryer. Even if you leave Fel to wait.” Peter chuckled while Felicia stuck her tongue out. Gwen laughed as she saw the tip of Felicia's tongue, “Oh and get doughnut holes.”

Once they were outside Felicia slid her arm into Peters and snuggled close to him. “Guess we can’t really do what we normally do while we walk huh?” she said with a small grin. She jumped a second later and glared at Peter.

“Never say never” he whispered before kissing the top of her head. She scowled at him and swatted the tendril that was between her legs, squeezing her ass.

Spoilsport, we could take him while we walk

Yeah, and would be actually able to walk, I’m not getting arrested cause you leap on him,

Hmph, Huntress complained. You tease us with flesh and only last a day, we hunger for more, feeling him as we walk would suffice, for now.

Yeah, not into public displays.

Huntress just laughed. The rooftops, the swinging, you take him when we both want. there is always time for Peter to impale us on his manhood. In the air or on the ground, there is no difference.

Not into very public displays, those are different.

Huntress only huffed in response.

Peter could feel the pair were talking to each other. He knew they could share feelings and thoughts but he was the outsider. It was like feeling as if a circuit was on or off, but not what was being transmitted.

He was bout to tease them when he paused and stopped, “Oh hell. Hey, Felicia, look.”

Peter pointed over at a very curvacious redhead. She was animatedly talking to the store owner of the bakery they were about to enter.

Felicia stopped and raised an eyebrow, “Another? Are you collecting redheads? Maybe Gwen and I should start dying our hair if that's your thing.” she teased him back, but if she was being honest, the woman was incredibly attractive.

Peter chuckled. “That’s Talia, you sex-mad harpy.”

Felicia snorted and elbowed him in the ribs, “Not a harpy.”

“Uh-huh.” he teased her, poking her back with his elbow. “Hey Talia!” he shouted, waving and peering around, she smiled and waved back.

“Hey, Pete. And?” she said with a huge friendly smile.

Fuck, Felicia Hardy. No backup either.

Talia had not expected to run into one of the main suspects of the warehouse’s setup. At least she had four knives and two handguns on her. It was a light loadout but she figured it should be enough.

“Felicia, so, you're the new roomie huh?” Felicia let surprise flash across her face for a second before she grinned back. “Pete says lots of good things about you, right?”

Peter was confused. Felicia wasn’t normally as congenial to new people as this, “Of course, I dont want to put you off. Everyone is great.”

The woman shook hands but Peter didn't recognise the look that flashed between them. A slight narrowing of the eyes and a tightening of their grip.

Uh, is Felicia jealous? He wondered, hoping to avoid this kind of drama.

“It’s a pleasure, Talia. You should come by when we’re all in. Meet everyone,” Felicia emphasised the everyone part.

“Oh I’d love to, but I haven’t decided yet. You need to message me, Pete. I’ve got some free time next week, but morning yeah?” Talia replied while smiling.

“Uh, Sure. I think George is coming around at the weekend, so, Wednesday? I dont have anything on and everyone will be out.” Pete checked his phone and even Liv was out at physio that day.

Felicia and Elektra had a few massage parlours that were one hundred per cent above board. Liv got a spa day every few weeks. Manicure, pedicure, facial scrub, and all-over massage. Peter paid for a full day of pampering. She also saw a physiotherapist to make sure there were no problems with her legs. Peter figured being pampered rather than stuck in the warehouse was the least he could do for her.

“Great, see you Wednesday at nine.” Talia smiled again, flicked her eyes to Felicia and nodded. “Nice meeting you Felicia. I'm sure we’ll be great friends.”

Felicia kept an eye on her as she walked away. She kept looking in other storefronts and then disappeared into the convenience store.

“Uh, Fel?” Peter asked. If Felicia didn’t like her then there was no point in keeping their appointment.

“She’s trained and trained well. Her grip was strong and her balance was perfect. She does a lot of exercise Pete, and not all of it for keeping fit.” Felicia let out a slow breath as her expression hardened, “you said she was a student here right?”

Peter nodded, “looking for work as a translator.”

Felicia slowly nodded. "Right, it's nothing, Pete. Just, you know, keep it down when you screw her,” she added with a small grin.

“Fel, you know.” but she cut him off.

“She’s hot, she’s fit and she has an ass to die for. I’ll talk to everyone else, plus Liv already mentioned her. She just never mentioned how hot she was,” Felicia admitted.

Without Peter, they had talked about how even with four his appetites seemed to be endless. More would be good, a hot, fit redhead with a possibly dubious past would be even better. It was easier to explain to people you were a superpowered criminal if they were a bit shady as well.

Talia fit that bill. A student of languages with above-average fitness screamed assassin or spy to Felicia. She figured she was being paranoid though and would check with Elektra before she made an ass of herself. She might be trained herself but her experience was lacking. A quick search through Elektra’s contacts would get a better picture. Plus, Felicia admitted to herself, redheads were exceedingly sexy.