Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

The pair swung silently across the New York skyline. They had just completed their first heist and their adrenaline was pumping. Huntress had grabbed onto Venom and he carried them both while her hands were busy. She was hugging him tightly. Her arms wrapped around him and her head rested on his shoulder. He could feel her hand stroking his back lovingly and to Venom she seemed content.

She smelt great. A mix of danger and arousal. He wanted her right there and then and adding in the fact they were several hundred feet in the air, it only made it harder to restrain himself. Once their second target was dealt with, then it would be a different story, and he would see if Huntress felt the same way.

With the first heist successful, they decided it was early enough to hit a second target. The first had been an illegal brothel. This one was a drug den. It would be better protected but there would be no innocents in the building. You didn't make and sell drugs at the same address. That was just stupid.

This place, however, was in Hell's Kitchen,  and as a notorious crackhouse, it sold cheap and scored big. It didn't matter who you were. You could buy the cheapest nastiest shit or the purest whitest snow and the cops took a cut to look the other way.

George Stacy knew about it but couldn't touch this place. Aleksei's notes even detailed which cops needed paid, and when. Its brazenness offended Peter.

"This one we go in the front door. From the notes, they've got wires and alarms on the roof plus heavily armed security on each floor. Even if we worked down no one will run, lots of drugs, lots of cash."

Huntress put a hand on Venom's shoulder, "this one, are you sure?"

And he nodded. "Too many lives, Huntress, too many broken lives," was all he said, but she knew what he meant.

The two bottom windows had steel bars over them, rusty but still a barrier. It only added a layer of security, as the note explained there were steel shutters on the inside.

The door at the front was a simple wooden door but again, they knew differently. A massive steel plate and a fitted cage were hidden behind its slightly chipped exterior. This would need muscle to get in, but Venom had other plans.

He still had the acid made by Gwen, designed to make short work of silicon but he also had one for metals. He didn't know if Sandman was just made of rocks or if he could control other minerals. It was a safeguard against other Powered who had unknown abilities.

With a quick flick of the wrist, two cartridges were webbed to the top of the windows. After a brief countdown, their contents hissed as they softened the steel.

Venom counted to thirty. The acid was strong and he had no doubt Gwen wasn't lying when she said not to wait too long. Eyeing a skyscraper he shot out a line and swung, feet first at the bars.

The ones he hit screeched in torture as his weight, enhanced by his speed, caused them to buckle. They snapped as he slammed into the glass and it come away from the frame entirely. The window didn't shatter. It was bulletproof and his momentum had simply crumpled the whole frame inwards.

Guns were raised and the shouting started. Bullets flew and Venom crouched down. He covered his face with an arm, letting the small rounds bounce harmlessly off him. Huntress swung in, landed and then leapt up to the ceiling. The room had four guards and a doorman, two on each side and one in the middle to answer the door.

She saw him reach down and pull out a garishly golden pistol, so she shot a web at him, and gummed it to his hand. "Go left," she said as she swung down to the right.

Venom dived, rolling forwards and as he came up, he shot two lines at the automatics in the guard’s hands. He yanked them away but they just snarled. One pulled a knife but Venom webbed his feet to the ground and floored him with a punch.

The other struck a boxer's pose, but his blows were soft to Venom. He grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him forwards, headbutted him, and then dropped him. Once both were dealt with, he webbed them down.

Huntress, unwilling to test if she was also bulletproof, weaved under the gunfire. She swiped up and the long tubes were separated from the stocks. Following it with a roundhouse kick sent the first guard into the second. Her two assailants were dragged over and following suit she webbed them to the floor, in a pile.

The final guard had his hands up, talking in Spanish, which Venom had no clue about, "uh no Habla Espanol?" he said.

"It's Mexican, dumbass." She spoke to the man, "Nah, he's just telling us we're fucked, is all." With a shrug, she pushed him back and webbed him to the wall behind him. He continued to spew insults so with a chop to the neck, she rendered him unconscious.

The second and third floors of the four-story building were all empty rooms. Each contained rows of benches, with hints of white powder packaging. Empty boxes lined one wall and another was filled with small plastic bags of various sizes. It was the room they filled the orders in, each one packaged to their client's needs.

While they were busy downstairs, these rooms had been quickly cleared up. There was no sign of drugs or money. The workers and their haul were all long gone. Even with the cops on the payroll, they must have been paranoid enough to plan for anything.

The doorway to the fourth floor was barred, with a large security gate across the stairwell.

"Money and boss," Venom said and Huntress nodded.

The guards must have pulled back and barricaded themselves. This was where the big guns would be and where the real challenge would be faced. The door had a simple pull handle and it ran on rails. Venom couldn't hear anything from behind the door. So they guessed it would be a standoff until someone acted.

"I'll pull the door, you stay back," Venom stated and Huntress stood on the other side.

Venom braced against the floor and with a grunt pulled the door from its rail. There was a series of 'tings' as bullets hit off the thick steel plate but Venom had to stand firm. "Two shooters at the top of the stairs," Huntress reported as Venom held the door for her.

"Me first, then you, straight up," Venom said and Huntress moved to the side. As he didn't need it anymore he placed the door to one side and with a nod she nodded back, and he stepped out into the stairwell.

BOOM, a large calibre round hit him square in the chest and sent him flying "Pete!" Huntress shouted.

The symbskin around his white spider was deformed. A huge crater with a squashed round in it. He shook his head and picked the round out of the hole with two fingers. The skin was already reforming.

"That hurt," and in his anger, the maw split open. "We will hurt you back," he shouted and lept through the doorway.

As he grabbed onto the walls his claws dug in and he lept, from side to side, the rounds missing as they fired. Huge divots of plaster sprayed as bullets flew as Venom shrugged them off and began to attack.

Huntress watched as a man, carrying a hunting rifle, was flung down the stairs. Venom had grabbed him with one claw and the blood pooling from a wound on his face. She shook her head and webbed him to the floor. The rifle was a single-shot hunting rifle. Large calibre with no magazine but it still needed to be dealt with. With no effort, she bent the barrel and webbed it to the floor.

The rest of the men were not so lucky. As she rounded the stairs, Venom was slashing and throwing bodies around. Shotguns blasted holes in the walls but he simply moved, webbed, and then switched targets. Anyone, stupid enough to get close was used as a shield and then thrown at another assailant.

It was a mess of claws and bullets and Venom had lost all semblance of style in fighting. He was a whirling dervish of blood and fury. Huntress knew these men never stood a chance and never got an opportunity to surrender.

As the last man fell, bleeding heavily from several slash wounds, Venom roared in triumph. She had let him fight and once he had taken out his opponent, she webbed them and pulled them out of the way.

She did note that none of them was seriously hurt. The wounds were skin deep and painful, yes but he avoided the throat and wrists. The wounds were all on the chest or face, leaving them alive for the cops. Some would have scars long after tonight to remind them, even after she and Venom had left.

Venom unslung the tote bag and found the safe, "Ladies first."

Huntress shook her head, "Not this one. Find someone with the code or I'll need time to crack it." Huntress turned and kicked anyone awake to gain their attention. "Hey assholes, safe code or else I start chopping off dicks." Soon enough after showing her wicked claws, they got the code.

Venom and Huntress lifted the cash and the books. The bricks of white and brown powder were left, webbed to the table for evidence.

As Huntress was about to call the cops, Venom stopped her.

"What's in there?" he asked but nobody answered. He roared, "tell me or I let her take trophies."

The men shook their heads, and one said something in Mexican.

"The Black King will skin our families alive if we tell you," Huntress translated.

"Well. That's not at all creepy." Venom shrugged, "Hard way it is then."

The door was heavily fortified with thick plates and several locks. It took more threats and a lot more violence to get both keys and the biometrics to open it.

Venom peered around the corner at the stairs, and so far there was no sign of anyone.

"Me first?" he asked and Huntress leapt up onto the ceiling.

Crouching low, Venom stalked down the stairs. From here he could hear the whirring of an air conditioning unit, but more. He could smell blood.

He took the last few as a single bound, landing and crouching. In the corridor, there was an open doorway, swinging open and shut. In one of the rooms, as they passed, he could see a TV monitor, showing the rooms upstairs.

"Shit. They know we're here," he whispered, and Huntress kept close to the ceiling, waiting for the ambush.

It never came. Instead, they heard what sounded like someone vomiting and the pair cautiously approached.

Venom snarled as he saw the man. He was pale-skinned with a shaven head, wearing only black pants.

He was wiping his mouth as he vomited a foul-smelling fluid over someone in a bed. They never made a noise as it hissed and dissolved their flesh. The only feature he had, was a small silver disk pressed into the back of his neck. It was a smaller design but Venom knew the harness control collar when he saw it.

Venom shot out two webs and yanked the man backwards. He shot out more, covering him, "H, check the bed."

The man stared glassy-eyed at him, His eyes never left Venoms as he gurgled once more and a spray shot from his mouth. As it hit his face, the man never blinked as his head dissolved.

Huntress came back, placing her hand on Venom's shoulder, "No survivors, and what the hell was that?"

Venom stood and took a deep breath, "Collared Powered. What the hell were they doing here?"

Venom flicked at the man's neck, hissing as the acid ate threw his symbskin. The collar was melted. There was no point in taking even the broken pieces back. It was melted from the acid but even the parts where it was untouched were twisted and deformed. A self-destruct mechanism made sure it was scrap.

"We can check the files, I never saw anything strange, nothing like this." Huntress was just as confused as Venom. Hidden drug dens were not in any of Aleksei's files, or not the ones she had gone through.

"Call it in, then we leave. Whatever this was, let the cops deal with it.”

Huntress dialled one of the stolen phones, relaying the same message as before. Dumping the phone in the lap of one of the beds they made their way back upstairs.

A shuttered window provided their escape route as they could hear sirens in the distance. They swung out of the building onto a nearby rooftop.

"A third or home?" Huntress asked.

Venom sat on the edge of the building, crushed as he looked over the city. "Home. We need to find out what the hell that Powered did. If there are more collared, we need to be more careful."

Huntress nodded and slid the tote bag over both shoulders, pulling its straps tight. She coughed, "Can I?" and she held onto him once more.

"I think you might like me," Venom whispered and Huntress laughed in Felicia's head.

Dammit,

Hehe, Huntress giggled, we told you, and now you are trapped

Trapped?

You have your stupid rules. Blah blah, no connections, no loved one and now you break them all. Love him, take him and do whatever he wishes. You are his, he has taken you as much as I have, and we are now his.

Stupid snot ball, Felicia grumbled as Huntress laughed more.

She couldn't help it. She felt safe and wanted. Warm and loved.

Shit, she grumbled to herself, loved.

It wasn't something she had felt for a long time. Huntress laughed as Felicia bit back the urge to pepper Venom with small kisses and see if he wanted her. Not for a repeat of this morning, but to lay her, to make love to her and to let her show him just how much she cared for him,

It irked her that she was right. Now to show him, without making herself look like a complete idiot in the process.