Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Venom bit back the agony of the bullet wound. He had never felt pain like this before. Even fighting the Freaky Four at the diner hadn’t been as painful as this. He realised how stupid he had been fighting someone on their terms.

Venom had walked blindly into several traps. He had been arrogant and prideful, Every other fight had been a walkover as he relied on his powers. Bullseye was trained and, more importantly, smart.

"You might not want to move," Bulleye motioned with the rifle, "well, unless you want the building to come down."

Venom looked and he saw the brick of C4 stuck to the roof. Around him were evenly spaced blocks on all four sides of the roof. He had never spotted them until Bullseye had activated their detonators. Each one was now blinking red.

As he slid a huge bullet into the chamber and lifted it. “Nothing personal kid. You just weren’t good enough,” he said, almost sadly.

Venom knew it was over. Even with his regeneration, he wouldn't survive a gunshot that powerful this close.

I’m sorry Aunt May. I can't let anyone die because of me.

He glared as a whistling noise interrupted the pair. A three-pronged knife was stuck in the barrel of the rifle.

Venom had no idea what they were called, just that ninjas used them. They reminded him of little pitchforks. As he lifted himself, the block by his side started to beep. Frozen, he waits until it stops,

dammit, motion activated.

A red-clad, very toned, and dangerous-looking woman stalks over the roof towards Bullseye. “Bullseye, you owe me, and I am here to collect.” She casts an eye over to where Venom is sitting, "Stay still. When the light goes off, get the hell away."

“Elektra, Elektra, Elektra, I know you want me, but I'm working honey. Can you wait till I get home before we do this dance?”

For a moment Venom thought they were together. It wasn't until she screams at him and steps forwards to attack, that he realises his mistake. She swings a high kick into where his head is followed by another. She was here for Bullseye. Just as Bullseye was here for him.

He rolls backwards and takes out a small dagger from his belt. As they begin their deadly dance he slashes at her.

“Honey, I'm working,” he laughs and as he kicks out he scores a small but painful-looking slice into her shin.

As they fight Venom just watches, letting the symbcells do their job and heal him.

This woman, in a very tight red outfit, simple red shorts, red boots and a red boob tube, was amazing to watch. The red lights stay on, so as he watches, unable to move, he clicks on his mic.

“Uh, Huntress. I'm watching someone fight. Bullseye was uh,” and he was hesitant to admit he was hurt. Huntress and the rest would be very angry with not just Bullseye, but Peter as well. He was in trouble though and he needs her help. “Bullseye got the better of me, but now he’s fighting someone that fights like you, a woman.”

The mic clicked. “You’re in deep shit mister. What's she look like? A woman covers half the population dumbass.”

“Tall. Maybe about your height. Long black hair, olive tanned skin, loves red, and has the largest-” but his description was cut short.

“If you say breasts I'm gonna hurt you more, but on my way.”

“Knives, I was gonna say knives, she’s got those ninja trident things.”

He could hear Huntress sigh, “Sai, they’re called sai.”

As he watches the pair fight, it seemed they were on an equal standing. She was quicker, scoring gashes on his armour and forearms but he was equally impressive.

Whoever these two were, Venom knew he was woefully underprepared. Thankfully her intervention meant he could heal and avoid getting his head blown off. As his wounds heal he keeps a wary eye on the pair. He might not be able to replicate their moves, but watching them fight is instructive.

“Come on babycakes,” Bullseye says as he ducks under a palm strike and lands a blow into her stomach, “I've got a job to do.”

As Elektra rolls backwards, she throws a few shurikens at him. He dodges back and bats them out of the air with the tonfa.

“You killed my father,” Elektra snarls at him.

Bullseye shrugged, “You know that’s the biz baby. Don't like the life, don't fight the fight.” He plucks a star from the wood and throws it back at her.

She batted it away with her sai and raised them both in a stance Peter didn't recognise.

Bullseye waves one of his tonfas at Venom. “Look. Let me kill this chump first and then we can fight okay, but come on, you’re ruining my vibe.”

She pointed a sai at him, “Venom, yes?” and he nods. “You now owe me your life. I will collect later, for now though.” She strikes a pose in her stance pointing both sai at Bullseye, “I will take yours first.”

Venom watched the pair dance their deadly ballet. Neither one with the upper hand and neither showed signs of flagging. He now knew what Huntress meant, and what she had been trying to get through to Gwen and MJ. Training was no substitute for experience. To learn to fight, you had to fight. Life and death fights were fine until it was your death.

Bullseye and Elektra were both trained killers. As he watched their deadly dance he knew either of them was a match for a Symbiote. Watching them he now knew, he was unskilled and unprepared. He needed to stop underestimating his foes. Either concentrate on making sure they couldn’t fight or kill them.

Venom was sitting still, the pain in his chest lessening when a small dart fewl; past. It struck the block of explosives next to him and its light flickered and died. Above, he caught Huntress as she swung past. throwing more darts into the blocks, "See, told you."

He could hear the smugness in her voice, "Yeah yeah. Can I move now?"

Huntress landed on the small edge of the roof. "Yeah, it's safe. Motion triggers are delicate, break them and they're pretty much useless." She looked down and crouched, running her hand over the chest wound. “Shot at point-blank range?” and he nodded, "Poison is going to kill you."

“Hurt too. He had special ammo that went right through my symbskin and took out a lung. I’m healing but it’s not great. If she hadn't saved me I’d probably be dead.”

As Huntress raised her head, she saw who was fighting.

“Elektra?” she asked. The symbskin mask slipped from her face as her old friend was busy avoiding blows from Bullseye.

“Felicia?” Elektra asked, shocked to see her friend. As Elektra stopped Bullseye grabbed one of her arms, twisted it and stabbed the sai right into her chest.

“NO!” Felicia yelled. As her mask slipped back over her face she leapt, kicking Bullseye in the chest and separating the two. “No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she repeated over and over and Elektra coughed up blood.

The sai was through her chest, up and sticking out below her collarbone. Even an amateur like Felicia knew the wound was fatal, “Pete, god please, Pete save her.”

He stood, firing web balls at Bullseye, keeping him occupied, “I don't know if I can,”

She grabbed him, shaking him, "Save her!” she spat at him, “this is our fault, now fucking do it.”

As he laid a hand on her, “I really don’t know if I can, I’m healing, and I don’t have enough to do that and save her.”

She growled at him, “Fine, we will save her.”

As she screamed into the night, Huntress spread over the fallen form of Elektra. As her symbskin covered her, it pulled out the sai. She snarled and threw it back at Bullseye, who laughed and defeated it.

She cradled her dying friend to her chest as the symbskin retracted. Elektra lay, blood pooling at her chest and over her lips, “please, please don't die.”

Clapping, Bullseye reached over and picked up the large-bore hunting rifle. “Well, guess that saves me finding you. Three for one sale. Must be my lucky day.” Venom was the target, but Fisk was paying for both. Shaw only cared about Venom, for his little death pool of mutant abilities.

As he took aim, Huntress leant back and the round whizzed past her. Huffing and growling, she laid Elektra down. “We will take revenge for you,” Huntress stood and snarled at him.

Bullseye fired once more. A symbsword grew from Huntress's hand as she stalked towards him. She swished every time he fired, deflecting the bullet.

“Good, good, a challenge.” He tossed the empty gun to one side and rolled, lifting a rocket launcher he had. He knew they could be tough, but now with one on two, it was time to bring out the big guns. Prowler might care about civilian casualties but Bullseye didn't.

As he levelled it, Huntress still walked slowly and sent out a web ball that gummed up the front of the gun. “Stop being a pussy, fight me.”

He shrugged, “at least let me get a weapon,”

Huntress stopped and nodded.

Laughing he lifted two of the same tonfa weapons.

As Venom saw them he sighed “that’s-”

Huntress raised a hand, “Don’t care. He won't get a chance to use them.”

As she lowered her hand he struck, swinging one and as she sidestepped her blade swished. He screamed and his hand landed with a wet thud on the roof. Spinning around him, her sword swished out once more. The other arm, cut cleanly at the elbow, dropped to the ground. Even to his enhanced vision, she had moved so fast she had blurred.

“We are Huntress, and no one touches our mate.” As she knelt, a second sword grew. She darted forwards and Bullseye found himself staring at the darkening night sky. Sending out two web lines, she covered the stumps of his legs, stopping him from bleeding out.

Huntress huffed into the cool night air. “Tell us who sent you, and we shall make it clean and quick,” she held one of her blades across his throat,

“Oh fuck off, I won’t tell you that, I mean, what else you gonna do? You cut off my fucking limbs you psycho cunt!” he screamed at her and she sprayed him with enough webbing to make a rope.

“We can do this,” and lifting him she hoisted him over to the edge of the building, “now tell us."

He spat a huge glob of bloody phlegm at her. A tendril shot out and splatted back on his face.

Wait, Huntress whispered. The tendril shot out and struck him in the forehead. Blood trickled from the wound. We are not sure, Shaw, Fisk, mutants, Hellfire. We are sorry, we are used to our sisters, not idiots like him.

You know he kicked Pete's ass, right?

Huntress laughed, then we should beat him as well. Make him realise how glorious we are, and make sure he is not an idiot as well. Now, there is no use for him.

She let go. Stepping up to the ledge, she looked over and the mangled bloody remains of Bullseye stared back up at her. A blood-stained grin on his lips and a single hand raised in a one-finger salute.

A final act of defiance, she snorted. She held out a hand and as the symbskin blade slipped out she let it fall. As it pierced his chest he never even moved. His face still stuck, eyes open, grinning at her in some imagined victory.

Shaking her head, “how is she?”

Venom took a breath, “Alive, barely. The symbiote is healing her but this isn't like Gwen, she was barely alive, with so much damage she might not make it.”

Huntress shook her head. “Elektra was a fighter, she’ll be fine. So what‘d you think she’ll name herself?” she asked, moving over and sitting next to him. As the sun set, the pair watched and Elektra moaned and stirred slightly,

“Dunno, don't know her well enough., but uh, who is she?” Huntress rested her head on his shoulder,

“My first friend.” She sighed, “but we need to take care of Prowler as well. Think Liv or Gwen could come and get her? I mean, we can’t really leave Prowler in his car or Elektra on the roof, and not with all this crap. I mean, someone really had a hard-on to kill you.”

As he got a good look at the crates next to the roof entrance he was shocked. There were heavy machine guns, explosives, and a variety of bladed and blunt melee weapons. Bullseye had prepared, and he was lucky. Before they went any further he wanted to get the harness from Liv. These people weren’t playing and he knew neither should he.

“I can watch her.” He was tall, muscular, and the dark red kevlar covered him tightly. On one side a pair of billy clubs hung and the other held a grapple gun and belt winch.

Venom had felt him land on an adjacent rooftop and watch the fight. As he didn't make a move he kept an eye on him but didn't make any moves. It seemed their fight had attracted the Devil In Red.

“Daredevil, but,“ he sighed. “She called you Felicia, right? I'm a friend. She might have mentioned me.”

Huntress slid back her mask, “Yeah, I know you, the lawyer guy she started seeing in college.” Venom looked at her, “What? We kept in touch.”

"Not that." Venom cursed, "lawyer guy, you represent a kid, Pete?"

Daredevil shook his head, a small grin creeping across his face. "You can tell by my scent right?" Venom snorted a laugh, "I was hoping you were Spider-Man."

Venom tutted, "Yeah right. I'm way cooler." Under his mask, he snorted and laughed quietly. “Yeah, just enjoy yourself, okay?” He sent out a web line and swung away, back to the roof where they fought Prowler.

Daredevil raised an eyebrow at Huntress, “what's that supposed to mean?” he asked her.

She shook her head, “Asshole,” she whispered. Venom had left her to try and explain. “We saved her, by making her one of us. She’ll be confused and angry when she wakes, maybe horny and most definitely hungry. Have food, something she can smash and maybe a lot, and I mean a lot of condoms ready.”

Daredevil just shook his head. “I have his number. Tomorrow?”

Huntress nodded, letting him carry her away to somewhere safe. She swung out into the night, following Venom. They still had one more fight for the night. She just hoped he was up to it. Sighing, Felicia grabbed her phone.

“Liv, get MJ and Gwen here. They can bring the armour home. And give them the harness. Pete needs it.”