Spider-Man: Legacy

Chapter 8 - Venom

The coordinates brought Peter to an abandoned warehouse in a trainyard.

This place looked oddly familiar to him. He had remembered reading about this place a long time ago, jeez, it must've been in middle school he figured. This was part of the abandoned secret trainway that had been labeled "Roosevelt".

Apparently, there were certain secret train stations that the secret service used for Franklin D. Roosevelt, the president of the United States at that time, to transport him around in order for them to hide his polio from the public.

There's the US government for you: so secretive that they don't want the public to know that their own president was sick.

Either way, Peter just saw all of this and just thought it was cool. He was never one for history in school anyway, but random tidbits of knowledge was always cool to him. He got that from his Uncle Ben. Ben would just drop random facts about the most obscure thing, and it always drove Aunt May absolutely bonkers because of how random it would be. She would have no idea where in the heck he would be getting this stuff. And Peter thought that it was hilarious.

Peter missed Ben. He missed him a lot.

So Peter swung around the trainyard and looked everywhere and tried to see if his spider-sense was gonna tell him if there was danger around. He felt...

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was a little too quiet for Peter's liking for there to not be anything alerting his spider-sense.

Nonetheless, he had to trust that cold tingle down his spine, and right now it was telling him that the coast was clear.

Suddenly, he looked around and saw a hatch on one of the walls that was slightly undone. A light was peaking through. Jackpot. He continued to use his spider-sense, but there was still nothing around. Insanity. No one was home.

He grabbed ahold of the hatch with his sticky fingers and moved it over to the side. Lifting heavy stuff was second nature to him. Ever since he got his powers, he never knew whether if something was two pounds or fifty or a hundred or two hundred. It was just simple to him. Nick Fury, the crazy guy with the eyepatch that wanted him to join the Avengers one time, had measured his strength that Peter, at his max, could probably lift around ten tons at one time. Peter, however, didn't want to test that theory at all, because of the obvious damage he could do to his body, so he took Fury's word for it.

He crawled inside the building and looked around. The room he entered was small. Almost as if it were a little lab or something. On the wall there were pinned up pictures of him along with pictures of Spider-Man. Luckily, there were no pictures of Harry or MJ or any other people he knew. Thank goodness, they were only after him. He could live with that. Using his lenses, he began to take pictures of the room. There were papers of all sorts of random equations that he had never even seen before, and he majored in chemistry. This was all foreign to him. Whatever it was that the Killer, if he was indeed Kasady, was making, it was something that was biological, and something that could be used as a weapon. Could it be something to do with Venom?

Venom! That's what Peter was here for. He started looking around for a black suit. He had seen the picture that Beck had shown him at Oscorp, and he knew exactly what it would look like too. So he kept looking. He looked under the desks, and on the shelves to see if there was anything folded up or something. Nothing. 

Suddenly, he noticed that on one of the desks there was a container of some sort. The glass in on the box was thick. It almost seemed like some type of hazardous waste container, but like it was holding a bomb instead of radioactivity. He scanned the case. No electronics. He tapped on the glass.

Suddenly, a black mass slapped against the glass on the other side. Peter jumped a little bit because it caught him by surprise. He saw it crawling around in there, and he was a little confused by what he saw. Whatever it was, it was black first of all, but it almost looked like a slug. No not a slug, but like black slime or goo that just crawled around. Was this thing alive? Was this the suit or the symbiote? There were no electronics inside. It had to be alive. He scanned the box for signs of life. Nothing came up. Not even his spider-sense was picking this thing up.