Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

His limbs thickened and lengthened and he sprouted black fur over his body. His face cracked and reformed as a snout, and beady red eyes glowed eerily in the dark as he stared at them. His fingers cracked and lengthened as they grew into talons. He howled in pain as his legs became double-jointed. Once the transformation was complete the new Prowler howled at the night sky.

Venom stared at the giant wolfman Prowler had become, “uh, shit, could that happen to us? I mean, I don't really want to be a giant spider. Huntress? I mean, look at his guy.”

Venom was distracted and Prowler took the opportunity and swung for him.

Venom dodged backwards, “wow, what about leaving? See? Stupid bad guys.” Venom swung back. This time he was surprised as Prowler dodged and returned the favour by punching his forearm.

The blow wasn't strong enough to snap the bone, but it was hard enough that it hurt. As Venom shook his arm free, Prowler growled and laughed at him.

“Now who’s got powers, bitch.” Prowler smiled as he stretched his hand before clenching it in a fist. “Good, good. come on, let's dance,” and he beckoned at Venom.

Venom shrugged, “Your funeral.” He shrugged his shoulders and lifted his hands and got into his stance.

“Wait.” Huntress yelled, and the pair stopped, “We want your boss. If we win, you take him to us, or you die. No running, no hiding, that's the deal or we force-feed you to the pavement right now. Even like that, you can't take us both.”

Prowler scoffed, but as Venom stepped back, and both grew large blades from the forearms, he gulped. The files they had were so incomplete he regretted not bringing heavier firepower.

“Fine, you win I’ll take you to him. I win, and you leave Hell's Kitchen alone. No shakedowns, no more busts, you leave nobody sees you two again, deal?” Even if he lost, he was sure Kingpin would have an even heavier hitter here before the day was out. These two and that bitch, Black Cat, were dead no matter what. All they were doing was delaying the inevitable.

Venom looked over at Huntress who nodded. “Deal, but you won't be fighting him. I remember you, Aaron.“ Felicia slipped out of Huntress and stood before him, “remember me?”

It was a risk to reveal who she was to an enemy but she needed the leverage.

She had grown up in this world and it was only a matter of time before someone put two and two together. Her search for her father was a big enough hint. She just needed to make sure that Black Cat and Huntress stayed separate and nobody would be any the wiser.

“Shit, it's uh Toms little girl, F something. You got one of those hard to remember names. Felicia, yeah now I remember. Tom had you train with us for a while. So still in the life huh?” Prowler stared at her, “but it doesn't matter. We fighting or what?”

Felicia nodded and Huntress slid back out. “We are. Venom, this guy is mine, I owe him from before.”

Venom moved away. “As the lady says, if you beat her then we’ll leave.”

Prowler shook his head. He remembered the small skinny kid shadowing them. The little girl who would turn away at the blood and violence, but now she wanted to fight him? "I don't fight kids."

Furious at his words, Huntress leapt, and he ducked and slammed a fist into her waist. She tumbled over, rolled and then leapt again. As he dodged she brought her knee around and smashed it into his face.

“Just a kid who’s going to kick your ass,” she taunted him.

Prowler snarled as he wiped the blood from his muzzle.

Prowler ducked under her fist as Huntress swung a left at him, but followed it up with a right, slamming it on his jaw. He reeled back and swung out a claw. It caught her on the side, spinning her round but she backhanded him on the other side of his face.

He growled and kept himself low as she walked around him, Venom watching the whole time. He kept low, and as she jumped up he spun and lifted a leg, catching her in the side and sending her spinning. Capitalising on it he lept on her and began to pummel her face.

Venom shook his head. He tried that once and regretted it. Right enough she bucked, lifted him up and brought both her knees together into his groin.

Prowler howled as the incredible pain wracked his body and Venom winced as she’d done the same to him. With him, however, she’d apologised profusely and spent a good hour kissing the sore parts. He knew Prowler wouldn't get such kind treatment.

He was right as she backflipped to her feet and laid a kick to Prowler's stomach. It sent him tumbling across the rooftop. He reached behind one of the air vents and grabbed at a rifle and fired.

Venom watched as the RPG streaked towards Huntress, but he sent out a web line and grabbed it mid-air. Whipping the line it was sent shooting up to the sky, where it exploded.

“Seriously? A missile? Do that again and I’ll kill you myself. People live in this building, shit for brains.” Venom yelled at Prowler who tossed the launcher to one side and snarled at him.

He had more tricks hidden on the roofs but it seemed that Venom wasn’t about to let him use them.

In case of civilian casualties. Prowler mocked him. Fucking heroes, he snarled in his mind, always the fucking same. He now wished he’d wired more than one building to use as leverage. If he knew Venom was going to be such a pussy over a few bodies, he'd have reduced a block to rubble to get the asshole.

He leapt at her again, swiping at her as she ducked under his fists. He landed on all fours and sent a newly clawed foot arcing toward her. Even as she absorbed the blow with crossed arms her symbskin was sliced evenly in four lines. Blood dripped from between them.

He watched it heal, cheating bitch, he thought and crouched and pounced again.

As he swept out his claws, Huntress ducked backwards. As he sailed over her two tendrils from her waist struck out. They struck and pushed him upwards. As he straightened, she grabbed his feet and swung him into the rooftop.

Venom sighed, great, another power I don't have.

As he watched, Huntress created tendrils of symbskin to attack Prowler. Remembering the discussion with Liv, it wasn't that he didn’t have the power, he just didn’t know how to use it. As she whipped and tangled him, it was apparent Felicia did.

Maybe having good communication with your Symbiote helped? He shook his head in frustration, helps if you actually have one.

“Give it up Prowler, you can't win,” Huntress said.

He snarled at her, wiping drool and blood from his snout. While he knew she was faster, he was slowly gaining strength and a feel for his new form.

He cracked his neck, “not a chance little girl. I'm stronger than you, you ain't shit against me.”

Venom shook his head. While Prowler's files had been good, they did not contain the full story. They were not just enhanced with formula, they also had Symbiotes. He also had to admit that constantly sparring might also help a bit.

Huntress let her claws grow long, “But I’m better than you. So let's end this furface.” She leapt at him once more. He ducked, but as she sailed over him, she webbed herself to him and yanked him over her, slamming him into the ground.

As he tried to stand, she webbed his legs, and then kicked them out from under him. Wrapping the webbing around her fist, she webbed the other end to one of his arms and swung him back. Yanking him forward she landed a solid fist on his face. She swung him again and batted him back and forth like a toy until blood and snot spewed from his toughened face.

Attaching another web to his body, she whipped him up into the air. When he slammed into the roof she followed by leaping and driving both feet into his back at the waist. He groaned and rolled away, his claws slicing into the webs holding him.

“I,” he panted, “I can still fight,” but he was spent, falling to one knee he shrank back down into his human form and shook his head. “No. No I can't” and he spat blood onto the rooftop.

She had been a lot tougher than the files made out. The only thing he never got a chance to use was the sonic weaponry developed to fight Hulk. It had failed to stop him, what chance did it have against her?

“A deal’s a deal Prowler, take us to your boss.” But Huntress threw something at him from her belt. It was a small packet of tissues.

Aaron snorted and sat on the roof, he wiped away the blood and drool from his face shaking his head.

“Fine, fine but if he tries to kill you that's on you. What he does is his business.” Aaron dabbed at a burst lip.

Motherfuckers were tough, I need to get back to Fisk to warn him, he thought.

As Huntress moved to pick up the bleeding Prowler, Venom tilted his head and pulled her back. A round exploded a chunk of brick on the roof's edge. Both Huntress and Venom ducked for cover, dragging Prowler with them. As they looked around, Venom pointed at the sniper. One was still alive, but several blocks away.

“Asshole,” he spat at Aaron but the man raised his hands.

“Hey I had no idea, my crew was all here. I swear it.”

Before he could complain Huntress sprang forwards. A swift punch to the head rendered him unconscious.

“We need him alive. Go find that asshole while I take him somewhere safe,” Huntress said nonchalantly. Laying him flat, she began to wed Prowler's hands and legs together.

Venom nodded and sending out a web line, he swung off.

Huntress grabbed Prowler and hoisted him over her shoulder. Once they were down the fire escape, she dumped him on the ground.

He groaned and twisted a few times, moving to see where he was.

“Hey asshole, where’s your car?” There were several parked, but she hadn't thought to grab his keys before webbing him up.

He shook his head, blinking a few times, “You hit me!” he complained,

“Yeah, and one of your asshole friends shot at us, quit bitching. Where is your car?” and as he struggled, “I’ll free you but any more of this stupid bullshit and it’s over, okay?” and he slumped down and nodded.

As she cut through the webbing with a symbsword she could see the hate in the man's eyes. The cost of betraying his boss would be high but right now she didn’t care. This was a war now, and she intended to win it. His loyalty, while commendable, was nothing to her. He hadn’t been too bad in the past, more than just a thug and in a moment of nostalgia decided to give him some advice.

Huntress stepped back, “No joke though, watch that formula. The files don't mention it can cause mental instability. Why’d you think Norman went nuts huh?”

“You shitting me?” Aaron said, looking at his hands, “I might go crazy?”

Huntress nodded. “You should be okay though. One dose isn’t the end of the world. Just, you know, ‘cause of my dad. You get that much. Now though, boss or I won't play nice a second time.”

Huntress lifted a hand and her claws extended, moulding themselves into a long thin blade. As it slid into her palm she gripped it and sliced open the webbing around him. "Next time is your head."

Aaron sighed and nodded, the formula gave them more than the reports had said. He watched just one of them take him apart, both would have killed him without breaking a sweat. He had multiple locations set up throughout the city but each one would fall to this pair. Even the modified Mark Two was nothing compared to them, now, now he needed to face the music.

Wilson Fisk was not a forgiving man. Aaron knew that after this he would need to run. He had a sister in San Francisco, so maybe he could hide out there for a while. He considered using one of the other RPGs hidden on the roof, taking himself and the building out. He shook his head, he wasn’t suicidal. Loyalty didn’t buy his life.

"Yeah, we paid off the cops, you're supposed to be a smear on the sidewalk right now, guess life's like that huh?" Aaron said as he fumbled for the keys to his car. “Come on, We're heading to the Projects in Manhattan.”

As she watched him limp towards his car  Huntress lifted her head and she could hear the sirens in the distance. The fight could have gone a lot worse than she liked and he admitted to himself that Venom was right.

Aaron had used a missile in a residential area to get them. She’d been lax and stupid. Lives could have been lost today, not just hers or his but people just trying to live their lives. Even she had to agree with JJ. Nobody wanted super-powered morons fighting in the streets.

Venom had been right, now wasn't the time for kid gloves. Now was the time to send the final message. His message in the last brothel they trashed was close, but not enough,

Now Huntress needed to make sure they got her message,

'Play nice or I will remove you from the board.'