Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Venom and Huntress sat on the edge of the apartment block across from their target. It was well known as a whorehouse and not for good reasons. It was one of those places that dealt with a certain type of clientele. The kind of clients that were not just publicly powerful but were held in the spotlight. Indiscretions were difficult to avoid for the paparazzi-hounded celebrity. So girlfriend showing up with a black eye could be a career-ending move.

In the back streets, in a small and unobtrusive-looking building was a brothel. Inside, however, it was lavish and richly decorated. Stocked with anything and everything their clients could want. Illegal or otherwise.

The outside might have been unimpressive but the inside was a different matter. Each floor had security, increasing number and lethality the higher you went. Alarms were littered at each doorway, and the more secure the room, the better its protection.

The first floor was the reception, get a drink and pick a girl, then head to the first floor for sex, drugs and rock and roll.

The second floor was the drug rooms, take a girl, do your drug of choice and if it was a party drug then fuck or just chill out.

The third floor was the more perverse rooms, want a spanking or a little blood? then this was your stop.

It was the fourth floor that rained fire in Peter's blood. The rooms here were waterproofed and more than soundproofed. Easy to wash down, easy to remove any signs of what went on. These were for the clients who liked to spill blood. The ones with disturbing fetishes. The ones who'd just lost a Super Bowl or record deal and needed to vent. The ones who needed someone who'd disappear afterwards, no questions asked. The girls and the client went in, the client came out.

It would be the fourth floor they would hit first. It would have the greatest security and anyone who needed to be rescued. Peter clenched his fist when he saw Aleksei's price list of services. He had almost bolted from the warehouse when he saw the body removal and cleanup listing.

The plan was to go in through the top floor. With it being the worst it would also be the most heavily guarded, and the men there the most heavily armed.

While the plan was to get anyone inside out. They had no care if the people who ran the place escaped. This was a clean sweep operation, not a capture or kill. Felicia had raised an eyebrow at that. She had seen the look on Peter's face. If any of those top-floor rooms were in use, she knew there would be bloodshed.

Venom had made a headset for Huntress. The one thing they needed was to be able to communicate if something unexpected showed up. The last thing they needed was to be separated and contained.

Venom tapped the side of his new setup. It now included a mic tied to the other one Huntress was wearing and spoke, "this is V, can you hear me?" It wasn't perfect, and he wanted something hands-free. For now, though, it would do.

"of course dumbass, I'm right next to you but yeah, I heard you, H out."

Venom nodded and they separated. The notes stated each floor had multiple guards but going in together would only draw them to one spot. With Venom's size, it would make fighting in a narrow corridor difficult. Venom would go in one window and Huntress another, only meeting up to head downstairs.

Venom's heart raced in his chest. This was the first time he'd taken out such a big target. As Huntress counted down to one they burst through the blacked-out windows.

Inside, a well-muscled man was thrusting himself into the ass of a woman who was tied to a bed. He had a larger black dildo in her pussy and with each stroke, he was spanking her with a horse paddle. "Get the fuck out," Venom said and the man took one look at him and ran for the door.

Venom expected him to bolt but instead, he pressed a red button and an alarm sounded through the building.

Venom shrugged and slashed the bindings holding the woman down. She pedalled back up the bed and grabbed a sheet to cover herself but Venom didn't care.

She was unhurt, and his attention changed to the man. He was scrambling to grab some clothes, but before he could dress, Venom grabbed him and slammed him to the floor. "You manage?" he asked the woman, who was still staring at him. "Can you escape?" She timidly nodded at him. "Then wait until it's clear."

"One room down," he told Huntress.

He grabbed the man by the face and threw him at one of the walls. He thudded satisfactorily and slumped unconscious.

Looking at the various locks, to make sure nobody escaped Venom sighed. Unwilling to spend time with them, Venom ripped the door off its hinges. Not stupid enough to just leap out, he stuck his head around briefly. He ducked back as a spray of bullets chewed up the door frame where his head had been.

She did say they'd be hostile, Venom thought to himself. Looking at the door frame, he saw lots of small holes. Hostile, but not with big guns though.

He grabbed the open door and snapped it in half. He was going to trust the guns the men had would be stopped by the wood and then his armour. He held the half door and stepped out. It was riddled with bullets and those that made it through hit harmlessly off his armour. He heaved the door down the corridor and leapt up, sticking to the roof, where he could dive towards the men.

There were two guards, both with small automatic rifles.

Easy, he thought. He had no idea what the guns were, the only guns he had ever seen were in movies. An uzi maybe? he pondered.

As they raised their guns at him he landed between them and slammed both their heads together. Not risking anything he took the guns and ripped out magazines from the bottom and added a crimp to the barrels. He webbed them to the wall, making sure that nobody could get them. Now that he was inside, it was time to work.

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Huntress had a worse and easier time of it. As the alarm sounded she was busy punching a senator she recognised. His wrinkly ass was being pegged while he fellated a much younger man. Wanting to stay away from both, she would have webbed them up and left them but his partner slashed at her with a knife. Feeling angry at having to see wrinkly old man junk. She had taken it, broken the blade and then driven her fist into his face, several times.

After venting a bit she poked her head out the door. After making sure there were no guards, she clicked her mic, "you got guards? There’s none on this side."

"Yeah. I took care of mine. Starting my sweep," and while most of the rooms were empty, a few had men that got a broken nose for their efforts.

The floor had a square design. Four rooms with a cross-shaped corridor between them. Once they were done Huntress and Venom met up at the stairs where guards were waiting for them. Bullets sprayed up and Venom shook his head. "You think I'm bulletproof?" he asked and Huntress could only shrug. Small gunfire through a door was much different than standing in the line of fire.

Taking a risk Venom stuck an arm out. As the bullets hit his enhanced armour they bounced off, leaving minor marks.

"Yup, bulletproof," and with that, he leapt down the stairs at them.

Huntress took a more practical approach and leapt onto the walls and crawled up onto the ceiling. She passed Venom, who was in the way, while he smashed heads together and webbed up guns.

It was the same as the floor above. Various celebrities, senators, and a few people Venom had no clue who they were, filled the rooms. It was a brothel and there was nothing going on of note. Nothing Peter and the girls hadn't attempted at least once. This was the safe floor. Nothing dangerous, and nothing illegal.

As soon as Venom and Huntress started kicking in doors, the clientele and the girls scattered. One more, they descended. The guards were missing though and moving floors this time was easy.

"Think they are on the ground floor?" Venom asked and Huntress nodded.

"These assholes are running somewhere. Gotta be a clear path now."

Huntress was right, and the second floor was clear as well.

Huntress entered the rooms on the second floor. She found strung-out girls smoking what smelt like heroin, with naked men lounging at their feet. Pipes and hookahs were neatly arranged with bongs and other drug paraphernalia. A few men snorted white powder from the chest and asses of laughing girls. Even now that fad never faded.

"Fuckfaces, out!" Huntress yelled and the calm atmosphere was spoiled.

There was a scramble to grab clothes and rush for the exit while Huntress stood menacingly. The idea to scare was boring, but no deaths were the rule.

Venom had finished quickly and the rooms here were empty. It was a floor to relax on and the presence of guards would spoil the mood.

"You think it'll get worse?"

Huntress shook her head, "Nah. Places like this won't be too bad. Nobody wants to see a dude carrying a machine gun around. Unless they're dumb the place should be empty by now."

Venom remembered the small guns and the well-dressed guards. Nobody was armoured, and nobody had anything bigger than a pistol. Even the two guards up to the fourth floor were in smart suits and had guns easily hidden under a jacket.

Venom shook his head, "you just had to jinx it didn't you?" 

Huntress laughed, "Sure, blame me. So if I'm right, how about you do anything I ask, and if you're right I'll do anything you ask?" she said as she wiggled her ass at him.

This was it. She felt like they had something they could bond over. She could make him her partner, in more ways than one and the stupid rules her father gave her could go to hell.

She saw her way to getting Peter on her side. With Peter, she could get to MJ, she would have a life free of her father, a life with friends and more.

Venom shook his head laughing, "Sure, but you'll regret that,” as he looked down the stairs. “We need to move before cops come."

He won the bet. The guards downstairs were alerted as soon as the first alarm was sounded. It tripped a notice in the security room, and losing contact with teams on the floors above, they were ready. having lost contact with the teams upstairs and hearing the alarm were waiting.

Having discovered his strong armour Venom just waded into them.

Huntress could hear the gunfire and then screams as they fought. He had taken her warning as a joke at first but automatic gunfire soon changed his mind. This wasn’t a game and while they weren't dead, they weren't getting up anytime soon either.

Huntress, however, had stayed on the second floor. Several girls were crying and scared shitless at the pair and she was doing her best to keep them safe. Huntress comforted and undid any bindings they had.

While he fought, she worked. She was going from room to room and collecting evidence and anything else useful. She had found a pile of cash and threw down wads of bills in front of the girls she had found. She had no idea if Venom would be mad. She just gave away what looked like a few thousand dollars but it was, in her mind, for a good cause. The girls grabbed clothes and the cash and bolted to the fire escapes.

Her job now was to round up anything incriminating from the whorehouse. Drugs, money, but also phones and wallets, not just a simple robbery. No, they wanted evidence. Names and phone numbers. Texts and anything that tied these scumbags to other more heinous deviants. If they could get proof then they all could be exposed.

Her mic clicked.

"It's clear, no one left,” Venom told her.

Huntress looked around, the drugs were evidence but so what? It's not like they were all in individual baggies with names and addresses written on them. All she could do was empty them out and spray the pile with webbing. Nothing good ever came from places like these mixing with drugs like that.

Room after room she collected everything into a huge tote bag. As she made her way down to the main room, she found Venom standing over who she guessed was the manager. He was begging for forgiveness, and she could smell he had pissed himself.

"Safe code, now," Venom said but the man shook his head.

"They'll kill me, I can't, I can't,"

Venom grabbed the man and lifted him up, the maw splitting and his tongue snaking out. "I'll kill you right now," and had to hold the man back as another stream trickled down his leg.

"Venom, wait," and taking a look at the safe, Huntress placed a hand onto it. She stared for a few seconds and then pressed four digits on the keypad. The lock light turned from red to green and the door sprang open.

"Smart," Venom said and Huntress shrugged. With no use for the man, Venom threw him across the room where he landed on one of the sofas. He took one look at the pair and ran, slamming the door behind him as he bolted.

"Really, how?" Venom asked.

"No one ever cleans the buttons," she snorted as pointed to four worn keys.

The contents of the safe were emptied into the tote bag and the pair headed back upstairs. If there was a welcoming committee waiting for them outside it would be at the front door. The roof was easier and safer to exit from, even if it meant breaking another set of windows.

"One last thing," Huntress said, holding up a hand.

She took one of the unlocked phones, "Yeah. Nine-One-One. I saw Venom and some other weirdo entering my building. Please hurry, I'm hiding but they might find me."

She left the phone connected and threw it on the couch.

Taking one last listen, the place was empty. Venom sprayed a message on the wall. Even if the police arrived, they would know who had done this. It would send the message that he was not playing anymore. 

Satisfied with their work, they checked a top-floor window and swung off into the night.

Huntress took a chance and as they swung she held onto Venom. His eyes narrowed as he held her close, but if he thought anything was wrong, he didn’t say a word.