Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Venom stared at the explosive, Norman had rigged one of the Goblin rockets to explode on a timer. Once the chain reaction started it would spread into the other engine.

Making a really big mess, he thought.

Once you also added in the ammo drums, it was not just a bomb but a huge shrapnel claymore. If it exploded it would devastate anything within a large area. Even being over the water wouldn’t help contain the shrapnel launched into the air. He needed to diffuse this, and quickly.

Thankfully his symbskin could wrap around the warhead. As he carefully removed it he made sure that there were no backup systems. Very carefully, he wrapped it in webbing and laid it at his feet. He sighed in relief as he told the glider to power down and his senses told him that the glider was now offline.

He hit the Bluetooth on his headset and dialled home,

“uh hey Liv, did Gwen and MJ make it back?”

“Oh thank the stars, Peter. Yes, yes they did. We’re watching you on TV, there are cameras all over the place. Be careful dear, oh, if you can, um, can you bring that home?”

Venom laughed, “will it make up for having to stay home?” he teased her

“Oh, I don't know dear. I still think an evening together is still in the books. But as much as  I like this, you really should be going after Felicia. Is she okay chasing Norman on his own?”

“I can’t leave the glider, and yeah, Huntress will be fine.”

"Good but be careful. We're watching you right now and all JJ seems to be focusing on is you and your supposed link to the Goblin. The Bugle seems to be ignoring the deaths of the crowd."

Venom sighed. The glider powered up and his symbskin flowed through it. He lifted off and after a few shaky stalls managed to get it onto the roof of a high rise. His main problem was what to do with the Goblin warheads. They were dangerous and while the glider was fine to be left, he didn’t want to risk leaving the missiles as well.

Staring at them for a moment, he unscrewed each warhead, webbed a disk, laid them in it and then webbed it all together. It might be fine to leave them here, but a news helicopter was trying to catch up to him. He searched for a safe place to leave them. So that if they exploded wouldn’t take out a large chunk of a building or residential area.

Spying a water tower, he hoisted open its inspection hatch.

It should contain a blast, he thought to himself, should. 

He then created a line of webbing, attached it to the package and then lowered them into the water.

After webbing, it shut and made sure the glider was webbed down and powered off. He checked it was secure before swinging back out to find Huntress.

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Huntress was fine. She was relishing taking that armour off Norman and finding out where her father was. Even if she had to peel it from him one plate at a time and then take him apart one limb at a time, she would find him.

She swam through the water, following as Goblin sped away.

She had his blood. She had his scent. That foul rot that she knew was from a formula designed to harm rather than enhance. Now no matter where he went she would find him.

As she clicked her comms, “you coming?” she asked Venom.

“Took the glider somewhere safe, heading back now. Will find you, stay safe, love you,” was all he said, and she grunted in agreement.

He had a bone to pick with Norman but nothing like her.

Oscorp had taken her life from her. Even if she hated her father, he was still her last relative, and she still needed to know what had happened.

Spurred on by the thought of Goblin's death, she screamed and pulled herself onto the shore. Not too far away. Goblin's boots sputtered and died.

As he landed and stumbled, she made it back to shore and he stared at her,

“What, no boyfriend to save you? I'm not afraid of a little girl,” and he held out both arms and blades slid out of each gauntlet on his arms.

“Thomas Hardy, tell me where he is,” she asked,

Maybe he’s gone enough he’ll just tell me.

Of course for the comment about her gender, she was more than willing to beat what she wanted out of him,

“Who? Why the fuck should I care about some nobody? Are you his kid or something?” He shrugged, “he isn't important, and you're messing up my plan.” He roared as he charged at her.

Huntress ducked under his swing and drove a kick into his stomach. He staggered back but swung once more, and with each wild swing, she had to fall back more and more.

She knew from Liv that the blades were specially designed for the armour and could cut anything. Their main purpose was for entering buildings and they would make short work of her.

Thankfully for her Norman was useless.

Even with minimal training, MJ was a better fighter. It was obvious as he swung the man had definitely spent more time in the boardroom than the gym. With ease Huntress weaved and dodged around his feeble blows. Even when she fought Venom for the first time it wasn't this embarrassing. In return, she kicked and punched at each of the armour's weak points. Each blow rewarded her with a crack of the armour plates. It would be slow, but his armour wasn't invincible.

Flipping back and out of his reach, Huntress shot two webs at him. As the electricity crackled along them, he just looked at her.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me?” and he brushed the webs from his torso, “a fucking taser? Really? A fucking taser?” and roaring, he charged once more.

Huntress shrugged and used a similar tactic to Venom. She leapt over him and shot webs to his shoulders, and when she landed she yanked him off his feet. As the heavy armour flew through the air, Goblin locked on and fired at her, driving her to dodge and dive out of the way.

“You can't beat me, I'm invincible!” he roared and as he picked himself up, he laughed and took off into the trees.

Huntress cursed, why run?  Just making me chase you, dumb fuck.

Her mic clicked, “on my way back, hid the glider on a building and webbed it down. Liv warned me the place is crawling with cameras so be careful.” Venom warned her, and she noted that while the park seemed to be empty, there were a lot of people watching the fight.

“Shit, V. Make sure the cops don't get in the way, Goblin’s still armed,” and she heard him curse on the other end of the microphone.

It was now a game of cat and mouse as Goblin whooped and sped through the park. He didn't care if anyone saw him as a huge suit of green armour was going to be conspicuous anywhere. He would veer off and chase a few scared park visitors. Laugh as the police pointed shaky guns at him and giggle as their bullets pinged off his armour. They were bugs. Insects that thought they could threaten the most important person in the world.  It was becoming boring though. He had his revenge for the day, and the two idiots chasing him were equally as unimportant. He had better people to kill than waste his time here.

Huntress on the other hand had to be more careful. Her symbskin was already known to the police. She ignored their warnings to stop and surrender. Only idiots would try and deal with one threat while there was a bigger problem loose in the park. She was more worried about trigger-happy idiots. She was bulletproof, the park visitors were not.

Goblin seemed more content to flee than fight. Moving away from the crowds would make the fight easier. She shimmered and faded from view. She knew it wouldn't fool Goblin. His visor had tracked her in the water, but for the civilians running and screaming, it was more than enough.

Gunfire brought her out of the chase. Goblin was barging past people as he ran, and sure being pushed by a suit of powered armour hurt but nobody was dead. Gunfire was different.

Huntress scanned around for the cops who had decided to open fire but swore,

“V. Someone's using the fight as cover. I can see four shooters and a family.” Huntress heard Venom swear. “Yeah, sorry, Goblins a loss.”

Huntress swung around, catching herself on a tree and swung into the clearing.

Now she had a better look she saw the carnage.

There were four shooters, each one with a small submachine gun, and two dead bodies. A blonde woman lay over her daughter. She had tried to huddle over her in an attempt to shield her from the gunfire, but it had failed.

Huntress could see both were dead, and as the anger rose in her throat, so did the roar.

All four got webbing over the guns. Huntress had no idea why they were firing, but it needed to stop. The men yelled and started to run.

No, no, no NO!

One got a small knife in the back of his heel and he cried out in agony as he stumbled. She followed that with a heavy web ball to the skull.

Two, close enough together, got tasered. Goblin might have been immune but the pair twitched as they fell. Full blasts for both. Huntress wasn’t taking any chances and they deserved it.

The last headed towards a van, parked next to a set of public toilets. It had plumbing supplies written on the side, and Huntress guessed it was their getaway plan.

Not that she let him. She was much faster and as she sped past him she stopped and stuck out an arm. The man crumpled as he slammed chest first into what felt like an iron bar.

“Why!” she yelled at him, grabbing him by the front.

He spat bloody phlegm at her, “fuck you, freak.”

A long blade slid from her arm, “You deserve so much worse.” she said as she slid the blade across his chest, making him scream, “but you won’t get away with this.”

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Outside a normal suburban home, a news van was sitting. A young woman, holding a microphone gave her report, live.

“We are outside the home of Detective Frank Castle, who so far has refused to release a statement.

During the Green Goblin attack in Central Park. Detective Castle's family was seemingly targeted in a separate incident. Witness state that the vigilante known as Huntress stopped the men. But only after the tragic loss of Detective Castle’s wife and daughter.

Our sources admitted that the four men all admitted to the murders. In a plea deal with the District attorney's office, they gave the names of their contacts. Mentioning their orders came from a new crime boss. Black Cat.

Several key figures in the criminal element of New York had been killed. We have reports that a new organisation, called the Black Cats was on the rise. Was this to send a message? Was this a retaliatory strike against the one detective that was seemingly incorruptible?”

Her cameraman motioned as a lone occupant exited the house. He was carrying a large black duffel bag and threw it into his parked van.

“Detective Castle, Detective Castle.” the young reporter shouted as she ran towards the house. She knew she couldn't enter the property and stood at the end of the driveway.

“You must have gotten the reports by now. Are there any leads on the senseless murder of your wife and child?”

The man, tall, and muscular, stared at her with dead eyes. It was obvious he was in pain, but as he clenched his jaw, he slammed the rear door of the van.

“Yeah. Case closed. They cut a deal. So. you want the story, You want the truth?”

“Of course Detective Castle, the public needs to know that this tragedy won't happen again.”

Frank straightened and took a deep breath, “it won't. I quit, but I’m going to make sure everyone involved gets what's coming to them.”

Frank opened the driver's door to his van. “Now get the fuck out my way before I start with you, Miss Sharp, or should I say, Vicky319.”

Helen Sharp gulped and made the motion for her cameraman to cut the live feed.

At the start of her career, to make her name, Helen had posed as a young teenager online to trap a paedophile. It worked but soon turned into a nightmare. They had gone to school together, dated, and he was her first boyfriend.

Looking back, it was young love that made her pose for him. Young love that let him film her during sex. When he smirked and threatened to release the very explicit video and pictures, she caved.

He raped and killed a little girl four years later, dying in the shootout during his capture. She had never told anyone of her connection to him.

Frank revved the engine bringing her out of her reverie.

“Nobody escapades punishment, Miss Sharp. So, maybe I’ll see you later.”