Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Matt was sore, tired, sore and hungry. What Felicia had said was a small part of what actually happened.

Elektra had woken with a jolt, screeched an unholy noise at him and then this stuff, red and like rubber, coated her. She had attacked him and it was only by staying out of her way he had survived.

Once she had calmed down a bit, she sniffed and Matt showed her to the food. Soup was bubbling on the stove, accompanied by fresh bread, sodas, beer, pastries, and ice cream. As he sat he could hear her eat, no, as he shook his head, eat was the wrong word, devour. She slurped down the scalding hot soup like water and the rest of the food seemed to take only minutes to vanish.

As he sat he heard her, whispering his name over and over and now he also realised why Felicia had said to buy condoms. Elektra was forceful in bed, but never this forceful.

In the morning, as she lay gently snoring beside him, he reached for a jar of bruise cream. He winced as he rubbed it on not just his scratched and aching back but his raw and aching manhood as well.

Even with superhuman stamina and enhanced senses, he hadn’t kept up with her. Even their safe word was ignored as he dealt with her sexual desire until the sun rose.

Thinking back to last night, he left the sugar dispenser out and let the coffee percolate.

Too sore and tired to make anything he grabbed a granola bar from the pantry and crumbled it over yoghurt. As he ate he heard Elektra stir in the bedroom,

“You should have woken me,” she said as she leaned over and kissed the side of his face.

After she finished making coffee she touched his hand gently to let him know the cup was there. She moved and sat across from him as she took a small sip of her own. He laughed as he heard the small noise of disgruntlement and he pointed his spoon at the sugar container. Adding in several more she sighed as she took another drink,

“I guess we need to talk then, yes?” 

He paused and swallowed the mouthful of crunchy sour breakfast mix. “Talk about the dead assassin? Talk about Huntress and Venom. Talk about the food and the sex, or talk about the strange smell and vibration you are giving off.” he asked dryly. He wanted answers and she was going to give them.

Elektra put down her cup and sniffed herself, “I smell?” and as she sniffed her hand again he shook his head

“I doubt anyone else could smell it, but yes, you smell like,“ and he paused, “honeysuckle, and fresh rain.”

She frowned, “It is a,“ and she huffed, “creature, a Symbiote, and it saved my life.”

“Which is another thing to talk about, then isn't it,”

She huffed again, “I was surprised to see Felicia, and I got distracted,” she said almost hesitantly.

Matt threw his spoon into the bowl, ignoring the loud clatter it made. “Distracted? Distracted? That's what you call getting one of your own sai shoved up into your chest cavity. It ruptured not just your heart, but one lung, and tore open your oesophagus. That's a distraction?”

She stood and stared at him. “I am aware of what happened Matthew. I was the one it happened to, you do not need to remind me how stupid I was.”

“Well, apparently I do because now you're an alien. One that smells like flowers and rain and vibrates so imperceptibly that I CAN SEE YOU!”

The sudden lifting of his voice made Elektra step back. “You can sense me, even without moving?”

Matt nodded. “Whatever you are bonded with sits beneath you, giving off energy, and I can see it. You glow, and you're right there, and I can't deal. I watched you die, I didn't make it to the roof and I watched you die. But here, now you're here and alive and vibrating and I don't know, Elektra I just don't know.”

As she moved over she ran a hand over his shoulder. “It’s fine Matt, I can call Felicia and we can go see them, they can explain and we’ll both find out okay?” He nodded and she smiled, “but you can see me,” and she lifted his hands to her face, “properly, see me, not just like this?”

He snorted, “I happen to like seeing you like this.” Matt sighed, "but I can't. I was seeing someone."

"Was?" She asked with a small smirk.

Matt shook his head, "and how do I explain this to someone I've been seeing? You were dying, then a strange alien, and now this." He shook his head again and drank some of his coffee, "I cheated on her, with you. I won't lie to her about it."

Elektra snorted, "My white knight. Always the bleeding heart Matty," Elektra was about to smack him when she winced.

Matt lay his cup down and took her hand. “You’re still hurt?” He could feel the beating of her heart and the disruption in her breathing. The damage was still there, even if she seemed fine.

She nodded. “The creature, Hades. She is healing me, but I need to eat, food lots and lots of food. The more I eat, the faster she heals.” As Matt turned and opened his fridge she sighed.

that’s not all she does, she thought to herself. Hades had shared memories of the warehouse, Venom, and Huntress.

Hmph, we can do more, we are not happy with this man, he smells and is weaker than Venom. Go home, take him, make him ours and then the rest.

We need to talk to them and make amends to them all. You know what we did was wrong.

There was silence from Hades, and Elektra knew she was just as stubborn as she was.

Fine, but we share, no hiding, and no complaining when we want Peter to

I just screwed up one relationship, we will talk! Elektra forcefully chastised the Symbiote.

"I will tell you everything, but not without the others," Elektra said with a small sigh.

Matt nodded and lifted his cup, leaving Elektra to her thoughts.

Last night had been a nightmare. She had lost focus and would, no should have died. She knew she was better than this.

Elektra did give a small smile. She now knew Felicia was gay, with some small bi tendencies. That, with all the pain she had suffered, alone was worth it.

Picking up her phone she called the second number on her speed dial list. Other than Matt, the only other number on her phone.

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Felicia's phone vibrated and a long arm stretched out from under a blanket. Groaning as her eyes squinted at the overly bright screen, she hit the answer button.

“Go for Black Cat,” and after making uh huh noises, “you know where. Breakfast will be waiting,” then she hung up.

“Well, I was going to ride you like a horse all morning to break you out of this stupid mood." Felicia sighed and shrugged, "but Elektra and a pissed-off Matt are coming around. So make food, and, well, sex later.” As she stood she stretched and Huntress became a more sedate pants and t-shirt.

“Really? Here?” Peter asked as he sighed, "and not in a stupid mood."

Felicia laughed, "Pete, you screwed up, but more importantly, you gave up."

"He shot me Fel," he said as he slid up the bed to sit, "I should be dead."

Felicia laughed and sat on the bed, "Pete, you took a large calibre round to the chest. Something you kill elephants with. Less than an hour later you kicked the crap out of some fat guy. You didn't almost die you fucking drama queen. You gave up." Felicia patted him on the leg.

“You need someone to train you, and Elektra’s the best,” Peter gave her a doubtful look. “That was a fuck up. There’s always someone better Pete. Elektra can really train you, like kick my ass ‘til I’m black and blue and then go ten more rounds train you.”

Peter slid out from the blanket, "sorry, make it up to you?" he asked with a small grin.

"You've got ten minutes," Felicia laughed as she slid back on the bed, "Use the tongue."

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It only took five and Felicia let her legs stop trembling before she dressed again.

She grabbed extra mugs, and Peter moved to find what to make for breakfast. He figured that bacon and eggs would be good enough. If Elektra was like the rest when newly bonded she would appreciate the meat.

He was flipping the rashers when the door buzzer went and Felicia let them in. Coffee was brewed and it was just a case of setting plates, buttering toast, and sitting down to eat.

Peter nodded as Matt tapped his cane towards the breakfast area. Elektra followed lazily behind him, strutting along the sidewalk with a huge grin on her face. He could see the lack of wound on her chest, as the tight scarlet top showed off her belly button. Whatever the symbiote had done during the night it was obvious she was perfectly alright.

“And you must be Peter,” she said with a huge smile. In typical European fashion kissed him on each cheek before kissing him firmly on the lips. “Hades sends her greetings.”

A stunned Peter just stood at the stove while Elektra brushed past him. She knew where everyone sat, and picked a new chair for herself. A few ideas of what would happen next were forming, and it was her right to claim a space.

Elektra smiled as Felicia showed Matt into a chair, “What is that smell?” she asked sniffing the air and biting her lip, “You never said it was this good.”

Felicia shook her head, “Sorry,” and hit the air con.

Elektra pouted. “That was not fair kitten, I was enjoying it.”

Felicia scowled, “Felicia, not kitten, and it’s rude. Matt was uncomfortable.”

Elektra laughed, “fine fine, but I believe breakfast was promised,“ and it was Matt's turn to shake his head.

“No. Explanation first. Why is Venom a high schooler? and why is Elektra this, thing?” It did explain a lot of Peter's issues, but he still wanted to hear it first-hand.

Peter sighed, “Want me while you cook?” 

Felicia shook her head, “Hell no, you ditched me last night, you do both,” and she poured Matt and Elektra coffee and sat back down with her own.

Peter huffed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. Oscorp, doing illegal genetic research into two things. A formula which,” and Peter took a sniff, “you already know about. Two, an alien hitchhiker called a Symbiote. I was exposed, and with certain things happening, so was everyone else.”

Matt sat forward as he stirred his coffee, “Why would I know?”

Peter stared at him, before shaking his head, he can’t see me, idiot.

“You stink of it, the blindness yeah? Residual scarring around the eyes. You were exposed to a toxic chemical. It was Oscorps formula. I’d have to ask Liv but yeah, how long ago was your, uh accident?”

It was Matt's turn to huff, and as he sipped the coffee he leaned forwards, “About 20 years ago.”

Peter whistled, “One of the first batches then, no wonder.”

Matt tilted his head, “No wonder?”

“Uh yeah, it’s really vile stuff. Neurological problems, mutations, and well, I guess, blindness. We can get you checked out if you want, uh Liv is probably the,”

Matt shook his head, “No. Venom. Why are you Venom? My eyes have been like this for years, I don’t need tests and I don’t need sympathy. Venom. Why are you Venom?”

“Wow, uh okay. Well, did you notice the lack of actual police work in this city? I did a bit of digging. It might have been five years or so and sure you don’t make the front page, some nut in a mask and a costume. Daredevil right? The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, some boogeyman scaring petty criminals. So, so what if I’m Venom, I do exactly what you do, just you know, not as sneakily.”

Matt snorted, “yeah, subtle as a brick through a window. Or in your case, a street sign through a car. You could have talked to me if you suspected. I would have helped with more than just a lawsuit.”

Peter laughed. He was just like Felicia. Brash, but he guessed as Elektra gave him several looks, really a softy underneath.

Peter paused to lift the pan from the burner, “I didn’t know who to trust. You didn’t exactly share either Matt.”

Matt grinned, “So, “ he leant back with a huge smile, “Now you call me Matt?”

Peter laughed as he slid eggs into a warm serving dish and bacon not a hot plate. “Yeah, seems kinda stupid now,” he waved the spatula around at the group, “we all know.”

Peter slid into his chair and spooned egg knot his plate, “So, yeah, Devil. Can’t really pick on my name, but as for Elektra, she’s a host now. We can separate the two but, uh, what’s your Symbiote called?”

Elektra let her symbskin slide over her. Unlike the rest, it was a formfitting red outfit. It had no spider, but shoulder pads and a ninja mask, leaving her eyes uncovered. “We are Hades.”

Peter nodded, smiling, “Right, Hades is the Symbiote, but if we separated them she’d need a new host or she’d die. It’s not a parasite, it’s a symbiotic relationship. Speed, senses, a whole lot of powerups, and yeah, the emotional highs and lows are a bitch but they mellow out. As long as you can control them,” and he gave Elektra a stern glare.

“We have been. We have used the Matt to work out our frustrations.” Hades huffed, "but he was insufficient. We wish to see Venom."

Felicia grinned and shook her head. Peter realised she didn’t mean a fighting mat, and the reason for Matt's limp and scowl was now apparent.

“Uh yeah, she’ll calm down, you’ll live,” Peter said to Matt while Hades huffed.

Felicia snorted and laughed. Peter was a bit slow sometimes when it came to women, but she would talk to Elektra and the others for him.

“So, now we’ve all shared secret identities, what's next?” Elektra asked,

“Stay out of Hell’s kitchen, and there is no problem,” Matt answered.

Peter shook his head, “After last night, that’s impossible."

"The Black Cats aren’t going anywhere,” Felicia answered. “The boss that runs Hells Kitchen came after us, and we can’t step back.”

Matt frowned, "Kingpin?"

Peter looked over at Felicia who nodded, "Yes, it was a man called Wilson Fisk." she told him. Peter was going to leave this in her course for now. The Black Cats were her responsibility.

Matt clenched a fist, "You might have ruined years of work," he hissed. He knew of Kingpin, but Stick had always warned him away from a direct confrontation.

Elektra put a hand on his. “Matthew, calm. A group was keeping tabs on him, and Matty was a member."

Felicia shrugged, "Tabs are great when the assholes aren't killing people. Don't like it, tough shit."

Matt took a deep breath, "We don't act as executioners. You went too far."

Felicia shrugged, "he's alive, most of the scumbags we deal with are alive. We tell them to change or else."

Matt laughed and shook his head in astonishment, "what are you? The defenders of the oppressed?"

Elektra smacked him gently on the back of the hand, "You are being rude. We agree. Your Cats do not allow everything correct? We have heard of you taking out dens where the filth gathers,” and Felicia nodded, “Leave those to us. Matt, while you do not like it, why not take Felicia on as a client? You can monitor what she does and know that the Kitchen is safer in her hands. I will make sure the problems you wish to deal with are disposed of."

“That seems fair, Venom will step back, and leave things to you. It’s uh, not a good time for me anyway, and I’d feel better knowing there was someone there to take up the slack.” Peter agreed. The more help Felicia had, the better he would feel about it.

“Fine. I want a retainer though. Pro Bono work doesn't keep the lights on. Oh and more?” Matt sighed and raised his mug, “But this time can someone put milk and sugar in it. You think you’re a big badass but your coffee is terrible.”