Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

“I ain’t listenin’ to no giant-headed idjit.” The first red hulk spoke, “An' why am I talkin’ like a goddam corndog.”

“The formula has a mental component, Dad. You’re still adapting.” The second, female, hulk spoke. As the only woman, it was obvious it was Betty. However, rather than the pale green of Bruce, she was the same blood red as her father.

Ross snorted, “yeah yeah, leave the big brain stuff to the egghead.” He flexed his hand, “I kinda like it, though.” Ross paused and pointed over at one of the new hulks. “What the hell is that?”

Where Blonsky had been knocked over, a giant pale pus-green monster was sprawled out. His hands and feet were covered in warty thick skin and bones jutted out at his elbows and across his forehead. Rather than ears he had strange lizard-webbed fans.

“At least I ain't some kind of abomination,” Ross said as he flexed again, “yeah, I like this.”

“While this is all fascinating, I would rather you showed me what you could do,” Sterns said, adjusting his lab coat. Unlike the others he was unchanged. “Although, Miss, you can stay.” His head felt fuzzy but as he looked at his hands, he wasn’t mutating like the others.

He looked over at Betty, who had not grown as much as the others but had still ripped through her clothes. She stood, a muscular goddess displaying two large breasts that would defy any bra maker to fit. Deep red nipples sat on each, and they perked as she clasped her hands over them.

Betty crouched and tried to cover herself. Her clothes were now much too small,

“No insult Betty,” Hulk roared and he swung a fist, punching Sterns back into his lab equipment. “Betty take,” Hulk said tenderly as he handed her the tattered remains of his shirt.

“Thanks, Bruce,” she said.

Hulk snorted, “not Bruce. Hulk.”

Betty knew Bruce hated being called his alter ego’s moniker, but had no idea it was the same when he transformed.

“Sorry,“ she said quietly as she draped the remains of Bruce's coat over her. I was just big enough to cover the top at least.

Ross stood and cracked his knuckles. “I ain't listenin’ to that chucklehead, but I think Bruce and I should have a little talk. Mano a mano,” he drawled. He hated his new accent. “So, quit yer yappin’ and,” he paused as he rushed forwards, slamming a fist into Hulk's chest. “Red Hulk Smash!”

Hulk went flying. Red Hulk was strong enough to punch him through the thin wall of the apartment and down into the street.

“Pretty sweet huh?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

Blonsky nodded, “yeah, but now you've pissed him off, and that ain't a good thing, plus Red Hulk? What's next, Miss Hulk? She-Hulk? For a general, your naming sense is piss poor.”

“Yeah yeah. Up yours, Abomination,” Red Hulk sneered and leapt through the hole after Hulk.

"Goddam it. She-Hulk?" She-Hulk sighed. It was probably better than whatever the media would come up with.

She-Hulk looked over at Abomination. “Yeah, I’m not going out there. He already smashed me into a pillar and I’m not messing with him again. Just gonna sit here and enjoy the view.” He gave her a look up and down and lay back, stretching his hands behind his head.

She-Hulk looked down and saw she had stood up when her father punched Hulk. Her underwear, now several hundred sizes too small, had torn and she was naked and was giving him a show.

“Oh, I might punch that dickhead if he wakes up though. That weird way he talked got right on my tits.” Abomination felt the fuzzy grating when Sterns had spoken. It was as if he was trying to bore into his brain and sounded like nails on a blackboard.

As he lay back down, he shrunk, “Oh, yeah, brilliant.” until he realised he was just as naked as She-Hulk was. “Right, just relax and you might.” As he watched she did shrink back down. “Right, I’ll be over here, trying not to piss Hulk’s girlfriend off in case he kicks Ross’s arse. Oh, and I think Sterns had some spare lab coats.“

He motioned at a coat rack with several hanging from it. He had no shame in watching as she stood and dropped the tattered remains and slid one on. She at least had the decency to throw one over to him.

Even as that damn Hulk, he gets a fit bird. I’ll be lucky if Ross doesn’t drop all this shit on my head. He lamented as he lay back down. He really hated Ross.

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Hulk shook his head. Puny Red was no match for him. He was puny, not like him. Hulk was strong, and Betty was now strong but Puny Red interrupted time with Betty.

“This is for wastin’ fifteen years.” Puny Red shouted at him before his fist connected with his jaw.

It knocked him down the street and as he landed he crushed the car in his way. It briefly squawked out a miserable noise before Hulk's fist smashed down.

Hulk rubbed his face. Puny Red had hurt him. Puny Red was still puny though,

“Hulk not care!” he yelled back. He clapped his hands together. The shockwave lifted more cars and sent them tumbling down the street. “Red Hulk puny, Hulk strongest one there is!”

Red Hulk had knelt, crossing his arms over his face, brushing aside the debris. “Yeah yeah. I seen the footage, Hulk. All muscle, no brains. An’ now. I'm gonna kick your ass.”

Red Hulk tensed and with one hand pushing himself forward, leapt down the length of the street. He was aiming for Hulk's face and swung a right hook at his jaw.

Hulk doubled down. He brushed the punch off and slammed his own fist into Red’s stomach, sending him flying up. He lept and smashed a haymaker into his back, sending him flying back down to the street. He smashed through the pavement, creating a giant sinkhole that cracked the street. Hulk landed on the edge, seeing the water and electrical cables spark as Red Hulk lay there groaning.

Hulk snorted dismissively. “Hulk strong, Red puny”

Hulk stepped back from the crater. The noise of the screams was enough to know he wasn't wanted here. He was ready to leap away and find out if Betty was safe when he heard the quiet laughter begin behind him.

Red Hulk stood and wiped the dirt from his shoulder, laughing to himself. “You know, a couple of years ago you wrapped Blonsky around a metal girder. Even with formula, it took him six months before he could walk again. Now, I ain't even bruised, and you think I'm gonna let you walk away.”

Hulk snorted, “Red still puny, and dumber than Hulk.”

“Yeah, yeah. Quit yer yappin’ and put ‘em up,” Red hollered and leapt from the crater, ready to swing at Hulk once more.

⁂

MJ was mad. Mad enough to smash the stupid Stark mug she was holding.

Her interview had gone fine. Her second audition had gone great. She got the understudy role.

The actual part had gone to a veteran actress. Zenith Faltroe. She was a good actress, MJ would admit, but she spouted so much new-age bullshit it hurt. MJ had gotten the message.

“Don’t screw with Tony. He isn’t a forgiving person”

They had fulfilled their promise. MJ was to shadow Zenith, and unless she was unlucky and was injured, MJ would never see a camera let alone be in the movie. MJ swore at her constantly, listened to her hippy crap and called her nemesis when nobody was around.

What stung more was that Gwen was Pepper's favourite person. She got invited to Stark Tower. She got a tour of their facilities, and she got an internship. All over that stupid cream. Even Peter was over the moon when she brought back signed pictures and souvenirs. MJ was mad, but she couldn't blame them. At least Peter had noticed the sullen look on her face and had taken her swinging that night.

She drank her coffee and let her thoughts wander. So what if she didn't get the part? Zenith was forty, even if the papers said she was only thirty-five, MJ was not even twenty. There was plenty of time to build a career.

Move!

MJ leapt straight up as a piece of a car smashed through the auditorium. The other actors scattered as the stage lighting began to fall.

She shouldn't have, she risked everything but a web line shot out and grabbed her nemesis, pulling her out of the way. MJ might have smiled slightly when she was still clipped by a falling light. Maybe the part would be hers after all.

What the hell was that?

I can feel power. Nasty smelly power.

MJ closed her eyes. She could hear the fighting. There were two, and they were strong.

“Yeah, take that you big green snotball,” someone yelled and she knew with so many witnesses she needed help. MJ grabbed her phone and dialled the emergency number Peter had set up. It only needed to ring and he could be here.

“Hulk not snotball, Red giant tomato man!” she heard another yell back, and then the shockwave of a powerful blow.

Oh shit. Hulk.

⁂

Gwen was at Stark Tower, discussing the cream with a group when her phone buzzed. She swore as there was no way to get away. Hoping to find out,

“Uh hey. I got a weird text, anyone mind if I turn the news on?”

She got a shrug from everyone. Nobody minded as long as it wasn’t stupid music or some asshole with an agenda.

“In downtown Harlem, we go live as Hulk and what appears to be another Red Hulk are yelling insults and throwing cars at each other, in what appears to be a childish tantrum.”

Oh fuck, Gwen though, Pete, please hurry.

⁂

Elektra and Felicia were spending time in their new office. The door was locked and as her phone buzzed, Elektra lifted her head from between Felicia's legs, “Ignore it.”

It then buzzed again, three one three. S.O.S

“As much as I want to,” Felicia lifted her phone and saw it was MJ. She turned on the news as well. Anything big enough to use the emergency system would be reported,

“Hulk think Red giant monkey butt. Red like monkey ass,” before he swatted away a car.

The scene changed to a reporter,

“For the past ten minutes, the pair have been hurling childish insults at each other, as well as cars and other debris they can find. Civilians have been evacuated but the pair, standing in front of the Harlem Globe Theatre, are refusing to back down.”

Huntress rippled, “MJ had a reading there today.”

Elektra nodded and Hades covered her. “Call Peter?”

As Huntress opened a window, “If I know Pete, he’s already there.”

⁂

Peter had been enjoying the shower he had been taking with Liv. He would be the first to admit it wasn't so much a shower as a tongue bath. He was definitely enjoying it right up until the small medallion around his neck buzzed.

It was a security feature. Everyone had one, and all they did was vibrate at a certain pitch depending on who sent the S.O.S.

It was MJ's, and he knew she was in Harlem doing her first reading of the Iron Man movie script.

“Sorry Liv, You need to get dried on your own.” He grabbed her from the shower chair they had set up and dashed into the bedroom. He gently laid her down on the towels they had already laid out to get dirty again before he was gone.

Liv huffed. She had been looking forward to finally getting some alone time with Peter. The alarm sounded before they had gotten past the foreplay.

“Octave. News.” She had wired her home with a small Smart System, and the television in the corner lit up immediately.

“The battle between Hulk and who he has been calling simply Red Hulk is still ongoing. Thankfully, the only damage to the area has been several parked cars and the Harlem Globe Theater. We have been unable to determine if there are any casualties at this time.”

Liv lifted a towel and rubbed her hair.

I know it's Hulk, but god help him if MJ’s been hurt.

⁂

Venom landed on the top of the building across from the Globe.

“So ladies, any reason we’re not diving in and kicking ass?”

Huntress pointed a thumb over the edge but Venom just shrugged,

“Yeah, Muse is down there, don’t care. Plus, hole in the building, Go help emergency services by patching it so nothing comes down on us.” Venom raised an eye at the pair, “I get it. It’s Hulk, but you won’t win them all, it’s the trying that matters.”

Huntress huffed. That was her lesson. “Fine, When he smashes you, don’t come complaining to me.”

Venom laughed. “I won't complain, I’ll just expect a cute nurses outfit and lots of kisses on my owies,” before he shot out a line, leapt off the edge and dived towards the pair.

“He is an idiot. That is Hulk.” Hades said, “but, a cute nurse does sound appealing. If he is hurt, and so am I, can I borrow Poison? I know Muse will be jealous if I steal you.” Hades teased her before sending out a web line and swinging into the hole across from them

“Morons, stupid morons.” Huntress lamented, “and no! She’s mine!” she yelled before following her.