Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Harry watched as John, Eddie, and Eugene ran around the track. John barely looked out of breath but Flash and Eddie were flagging. For all his fitness Flash was pathetic. The blood screen had come back with enhancers. Nothing too illegal and thankfully no steroids. It was enough that he would have been kicked from the team. If he had been caught, and if his father had let them. He was a spilt pampered rich kid, and it showed.

Instead, he was now slowly learning what it actually meant to train.

Every day was punishing for the pair. Eddie had been fit once. His muscles under the flabby layer of fat were a testament to that but even with the formula, he was still unfit. Even a miracle drug couldn't fix that.

The formula made you perfect. It took the genetic material it had and made it stronger, it made you fitter, and faster. Built muscle, sped up brain activity and coated a person's cells in tougher walls. Staying that way was up to the person after that.

Eddie drank, smoked and then went out as Spider-Man. An unhealthy diet would still turn a super soldier into a slobby soldier. Eddie was proof of that. He needed to be trained and trained well. Harry watched as the sweat-soaked man bent over and dry heaved, waving away John with a water bottle. He was almost as disappointing as Eugene.

Eugene was another story. He had been infected with a Symbiote. Of all the stupid assholes to give powers to Eugene was the last person Harry would have ever picked. He even refused to become Enhanced. He decided that he was better off without it. Eugene was still young and rebellious. He had the disciple, he had the drive. He just needed to listen. He just needed to obey.

Power was power, Harry thought, only an idiot refused more.

It was a giant clusterfuck of an embarrassment. The normal police unit that George had built performed better than these two.

He rubbed his forehead again.

Venom will eat these idiots alive.

Shaw was refusing to get involved and his other contacts were just as reluctant.

Assholes, he sneered, they want Norman without realising he was pathetic.

They took the gifts he gave them and thanked Norman without realising he was a puppet. He had danced to Harry's tune until it was time to cut his strings.

As he watched Flash chase Eddie down once more his face tightened into a glare,

I need to salvage this.

A plan formed in his mind and his lips curled in a cruel grin. As he watched longer, the grin became a smile.

“Perfect. You’re doing just wonderfully.” He shouted across the room. Waving as the pair gave him a thumbs up.

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Elektra waited for Peter to finish showering before giving him the news.

“I have run out of ways to test you. Unless you wish me to call for me master. There is no more.” Elektra had wondered about telling Stick about Peter. She knew Matt had the same thoughts but for different reasons.

Matt saw him as a dangerous vigilante, Stick would see him as a weapon. One even greater than her. Matt would want him contained and controlled. Stick would hone the blade and make him into a true monster. They had come to an agreement. As long as Peter, and more importantly, Venom behaved they would not contact the Chaste.

Peter shrugged as he rubbed his hair dry, “So, uh, then what’s next?”

Elektra sighed as the very attractive young man sat across from her in nothing more than a towel. His muscles glistened with water.

Symbiotes or not they all agreed that normalcy was a good cover if anyone visited. Shifting into clothing was fine when it was just them but in public, it was clothes and no powers. Just in case.

I hate him so much. Nobody should be that attractive.

She heard Hades laugh.

Then test him, offer yourself as a prize, and take him as yours if he fails.

It was tempting. He had grown so much. Maybe a final test was the push he needed.

“A final spar. We are equals,” she grinned, “almost. I have experience and practice, you have power and youth. And there are stakes. I will hold my tongue until after I win, if you are lucky, then you may do with me as you wish.”

Peter shrugged, “rules?”

“Naked, of course. Blinded and with no armour or weapons. I will throw everything I have at you. You lose when you cannot fight back.”

“Felicia!” Peter shouted, and she stuck her head out her door, “Want to referee?” Peter stood and undid his towel.

“Naked ass-kicking? Sure.” As her eyes dropped to his manhood, “Just you know, no hurting little Pete, Ele.”

Elektra let Hades cover her and two sai slid from her arms, “No promises.”

Peter nodded and closed his eyes. He felt the familiar sting as she sprayed him in the eyes with her most potent acid webs. Almost immediately he cut the nerves and let his natural healing take care of the rest. The rule was no removing the webbing until the fight was over. If his healing couldn’t keep up, it was a loss.

He leant back as the air in front of him shifted and Elektra attacked. That was rule two. No bell or warnings. Enemies don’t wait, so why would she? The face strike was followed by a snap kick to the groin which he took. Rule three. If it won't permanently immobilize or injure you take it and use it to your advantage.

Peter had paused before using this move. It offended everything he had been told about respecting women. Elektra beat that notion out of his pretty quickly. Women were just as vicious and just as evil as men, or as she put it,

"I'll fucking kill you if you don't stop with that patronising feminist crap. Now fucking stab me."

To drive it home further, she had done nothing but go for his genitals for weeks after. It had been a long and very painful lesson.

A strike to the stomach and then he knelt and one had grasped between her legs. Two sharp-bladed fingers forced their way into her ass while a thumb slipped into the front. He squeezed and lifted her, slamming her to the mat and was satisfied when he heard her neck snap. It wouldn't drop her for long so he retreated. He curled his fingers as he tore them from her, leaping back to avoid the leg sweep he retaliated with.

He could hear the blood dripping from her as he lifted his hands to protect his face. She had stopped breathing already. Using Hades she muffled all noise coming from her.

Guess that really really pissed her off then.

It was also subtle revenge. A few months ago Elektra had stuck a thumb up his ass. It forced him for the first time to use the safeword she insisted upon. It was also the last time they had had sex. He liked her but her idea of boundaries was different than his, and it strained the relationship. She was different around Felicia. More demure, less demanding. He had no idea if it was some kind of dominance thing or what. He just knew he didn’t like it.

He lifted a leg to avoid another leg sweep and stepped into it, catching her leg with his. Centring his balance sn stamping down he trapped her leg and crushed it under his foot. Not crippling but enough to make her back off.

Right now though, he was staying on the defensive. He could hear Felicia gasping and snorting as they fought. He could also hear her heart, and feel her excitement. He knew once Elektra took a chance Huntress was joining in, so he waited patiently for them to string their trap.

He sidestepped a slash and returned with one of his own. Fingers locked straight headed for her throat. Elektra dealt with that by stating up with her sai, starting out a huge gash on his bicep.

He returned the favour by backhanding her across the face, sending her tumbling to the floor. She flipped and pushed herself to her feet with one hand before diving forwards again.

He stepped back, blocking two sai slashes and then he felt it. He ducked as a leg swept over his head. Reaching up he grabbed Huntress by the ankle and slammed her into Hades. It cost him a sai in the chest, but now he had one to fight back.

The pair went tumbling and the real attack began. He was forbidden to create weapons, but not explicitly forbidden from using them. A roll and he grabbed the sai and stabbed it into Huntress's shoulder, twisting her arm up and hearing it pop.

Huntress was more of a stealth specialist he didn’t want to push her regenerative powers too much. Rather than leaving her with a punctured lung, he drove a fist into her side. If this had been a proper fight, she would have gotten the sai stabbed through her back several times.

He rolled back and then dived forwards again. The sai slid past Huntress, gashing her side and found its target. Hade's liver. This time he stabbed hard and was rewarded by a scream.

Before pushing off, he also gave them a small goodbye present. He used Huntress to headbutt Hades before pushing them together and leaping backwards.

“I know you’ll bitch, but you’ve got ten seconds to get your shit sorted before I really start on you.” Peter said, “Your attack was easy to spot. You can turn invisible but I can still feel you, Huntress. You need more practice.”

Huntress groaned and winced as she pushed away from Hades, “Yeah, screw that. Your plan sucked Hades, gonna eat and sit this one out.”

Hades snorted She snarled as she pulled the sai from her side, “Damn right I’m gonna bitch. You had us and let us go,” she yelled.

Peter shrugged, “And if you were Bullseye I would have stuck that through your chest. But I won’t kill. Anyone else would be out of that fight.” He jabbed a thumb at Felicia who was muttering and swearing to herself. She had started to rummage in the kitchen for something to eat.

She snorted as she found a packet of cookies and gave Peter the finger as she tore into them. They were his, and they were supposed to be off-limits.

“Asshole stabbed me, gonna eat his cookies.” She muttered to herself and soon the packet was empty.

Hades slid back and Elektra stood with her hands on her hips, “I am trying to make sure you are ready.” There are no second chances.”

Peter let Venom cover him and then slid it back, With his eyes free he saw the angry look but he shrugged, “Look I know. I was on the receiving end of that asshole as well. Lesson learned, but you did your job. You were out of the fight. Huntress was dead the minute I landed on her back, and you needed time to heal that liver before you bled out. So I stopped. I won.” She sneered, “and you’re just bitching because you didn’t.”

Peter sighed and ran a hand over his face, “look. I have no idea what crap you’ve gone through. I do know venting on me and then calling it training isn’t going to make you feel better.”

Elektra snorted, “I dont need a lecture from a child.”

Peter shrugged, “From the mouths of babes.” He was about to speak when he saw the smug grin on Felicia's face and the empty packet. He closed his eyes and sighed, “I don’t know what you want Elektra, but I know it's not me. I won’t kill and I won’t let you tell me how to live my life.”

Elektra shuddered and Hades became a smartly tailored business suit. The one she usually wore when she was heading the Cats. “I want a man, but apparently they are in short supply.”

Felicia and Peter watched as Elektra walked to the warehouse door and without a word left.

Once the door clicked Felicia looked over, “She won't be back. She likes you but her pride won't let her admit she was wrong.”

Peter frowned as she slid onto his chair at the breakfast table, “It’s fine.” He flipped the packet of cookies, “all of them?”

Felicia gave him a clearly fake look of innocence and shrugged. “You stabbed me.”

“I barely grazed you. You’re as bad as Poison.” Peter grinned as he spoke,

“It was still sore and needs to be kissed better.” She replied, standing, “And a bad girl needs to be punished for eating your food.” As she walked away her behind bounced as she walked.

Peter ran a hand down his face,

“Don’t think I don’t know what you're thinking Pete. It was her choice. Your next choice is to either come here and fuck me or mope and we both know moping is really really unsexy.”

Peter laughed. It was not a difficult choice.