DC's Spider-Man

Spider Venom: Part 1

3rd Person POV:

Peter was working on a project of his until Karen entered his dorm room.

Peter: What's up?

Karen: I hear you've been up all night.

Peter:(turns to her) From who?

Karen:(flicks ear)

Peter: Oh... What of it?

Karen: You know, I can keep watch if you want to take a break.

Peter: Nope. Can't rest when "Spider-Woman" is going wild.

Karen: Who?

Peter; Check the news. There's a black Spider-themed heroine out and about.

Peter: Can only be one person...

Karen: I got the feeling she didn't do good.

Peter: The article talks about how she left a scar on Penguin.

Peter: Other reports are showing that a surplus of criminals are arriving at the ER with a handprint-shaped wound where flesh should be.

Peter: I've gotta stop her.

Karen: Fair enough. I just wanted to make sure my pal ain't gonna faint from exhaustion.

Peter:... Fine. I'm done anyway.

He flips onto his bed as Karen looks at what he was working on.

Karen: Didn't you just get a new one?

Peter: It must be scanning something or have a fail-safe. Once I catch her, I'm putting it in the closet.

Karen: Some call me a pretty good programmer. Want me to take a look?

Taking off his wristband which held the Unlimited suit, Peter tossed it to Karen.

Peter: Thanks. You're amazing.

Karen: Some might say spectacular.

(Opening theme)

Gwen laid naked on her bed in her dingy base of operations. This nude habit of hers developed from Symby taking over the "responsibility" of being her clothes.

Thus if she wasn't wearing Symby, she wasn't wearing anything.

Snacking on chocolate, Gwen watched TV whilst Symby was cleaning up the apartment. Stretching out from Gwen to clean and hunt raccoons.

Gwen:(drinks chocolate milk)

Gwen:... I think the milk's spoiled...

Gwen:...(sips)

(Knock, knock)

Gwen: I'll get you, your damn rent when you make this place actually livable!

Black Canary:(muffled) Not the landlord. Remember my voice?

Gwen: You got the wrong apartment, get lost!

(Click)

The door opens after Black Canary picks the lock and shoves the door open which had a closet put in front of it.

Gwen: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Black Canary: Sorry. Can you get dressed so we can talk?

Gwen: No, I think I rather call the cops to tell them this old lady is perving on us.