Figment || Peter Parker ✔

Chapter 3

Venom led Dylan to a large space of trees, away from the city and in the suburbs.

But when venom had stopped and retracted, he left Dylan confused. She looked around, seeing only trees. "Venom what happened, why'd you stop?"

Gone.

"What? What's gone?" She questioned.

Father is gone.

"What do you mean? You said he was close, how could you lose him!" She yelled, stomping her feet on the ground.

Venom had risen out of her skin and pushed her, pinning her against the ground. His alien-looking face got in her face as her eyes froze glancing down at his sharp teeth.

Don't yell at me, master.

She couldn't control herself. He told her he had found her dad, who she hasn't seen in over a week, and told her to stop calling him, but now he was suddenly gone again.

Of course, she was upset. Her face turned red out of anger as she kicked her feet.

"Stop calling me that! I'm not your master!"

But you are.

"Am not!" She grunted loudly as he held the girl down. He could feel her tension and be trying his best to calm the human down. But she was rambling as tears ran. "We need to find him now!"

Master.

"I wanted everything to go back to normal! Before everything! Before you! I want to go home-!" The girl had screamed until venom covered her mouth.

I am your home now.

He tried to reassure her but it only made it worse. Dylan shrieked loudly, choking on her own breath, she began to violently cry.

Venom had muffled her cries by colliding with her again and ran into the thick trees. Because when he was hurting his host, he would hurt as well.

Venom had some knowledge of her already when he first was brought to her, her name, her age, her problems, her future ones. And he knew she wasn't having the best time being alone out in the world, especially in New York City. Since she was now his host, her emotions were somewhat connected with his. He could hear her thoughts, feelings, rage, happiness, sorrows. He was now one with her and he could tell she didn't like it one bit.

Venom came across a river and reformed there only to see the girl had fallen asleep. He had let her rest and covered her body with a light layer of him for the cold night.

Goodnight, Dylan.

*****

Peter

The girl left Peter in a state of wonder. Ponder her identity, her face, her monster she turned into. Peter was on his way home when he got an unexpected phone call from none other than Tony Stark.

"Hello?" Peter answered, struggling to call and swing at the same time.

"Hey, kid," It didn't take long for Peter to recognize that voice, in fact, he widened his eyes, almost flying into a wall.

"Mr. Stark? Hi, Mr. Stark, w-why are you calling me? Is there a mission you need me to do?"

"Hm somewhat. Listen, there seems to be an alien-like creature in the city and I need to keep an eye on it until we can figure out what to do,"

Peter paused, remembering the creature. "Actually, uh," he swallowed. "Actually, Mr. Stark, she's not a threat in any way, I don't think. I uh, already called Happy about this and he said not to worry about it right now-"