Imagine Book 2

The New Kid on the Block- Venomaris (My OC)

As requested by Legend117! No Reader

The moon hung low over the glittering skyline of New York City, bathing the city streets in a pale, silvery glow. Perched on the ledge of a gothic skyscraper, Venomaris adjusted her mask, the sharp edges of her crimson suit glinting in the moonlight. Below her, chaos unfolded as screams echoed through the streets. Doc Ock was on the move, his mechanical arms tearing through parked cars and sending pedestrians fleeing in every direction.

"Why is it always tentacles with you, Doc?" Venomaris muttered under her breath, leaping off the ledge and diving headfirst into the fray.

Venomaris landed with a graceful somersault, her retractable heels clicking against the cracked asphalt. Doc Ock's tentacles slithered and struck like cobras, lifting a crushed sedan and hurling it toward her. With a swift flick of her wrist, she shot out two strands of webbing, catching the car mid-flight and swinging it safely to the side.

"Ah, Venomaris," Doc Ock greeted her with his signature smugness. "Always one to make a grand entrance."

"You know me, Doc," she purred, her voice dripping with playful confidence. "I do love an audience. And speaking of love..." She tilted her head, her mask retracting just enough to reveal a sly smirk, her fangs peeking out. "Have you been working out? Your tentacles seem especially... muscular tonight."

Doc Ock's composure faltered for a fraction of a second, his cheeks flushing as he tightened his grip on the nearby lamppost. "Your attempts at flattery won't save you."

"Who says I'm trying to be saved?" she teased, flipping over his incoming tentacle with feline agility. "Maybe I'm just here for the show."

Their battle was a deadly dance, Venomaris ducking and weaving between strikes, her movements smooth and calculated. Every swing of her webbing, every acrobatic leap, was executed with precision. The streets cleared as civilians fled, leaving the two adversaries locked in combat amidst the wreckage.

Just as Venomaris gained the upper hand, webbing one of Doc Ock's arms to a nearby dumpster, a loud, disjointed shout broke through the chaos.

"Hey! Need some backup?"

Venomaris turned her head just in time to see a streak of neon green and white swoop into the scene. A young man in a gleaming white suit landed clumsily beside her, his goggles glowing with an intense green light.

"Who the hell—?" she started, but the stranger didn't give her time to finish.

"I'm The Strand!" he said with a nervous grin beneath his mask. "Figured you could use a hand!"

Venomaris barely had time to register his words before The Strand aimed his web shooters at Doc Ock, letting loose a volley of haphazardly aimed webs. Most of them missed their mark, splattering harmlessly onto the ground or nearby walls. One, however, hit Venomaris square in the back, pinning her mid-flip to a lamppost.

"You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, struggling to free herself. "New kid, stand down!"

But The Strand didn't seem to hear her, his excitement overtaking his common sense. He charged at Doc Ock with reckless abandon, narrowly dodging a swipe from one of the villain's tentacles. Unfortunately, his inexperience showed as he stumbled over a piece of debris, landing flat on his face.

Doc Ock, seizing the opportunity, turned his full attention to the floundering newcomer. "Another spider brat? How quaint," he sneered, one of his mechanical arms rearing back to deliver a crushing blow.

Venomaris finally tore herself free, landing just in time to intercept the attack. With a swift movement, she opened up her mask and unleashed a spray of venom from her fangs, the toxic substance striking Doc Ock square in the face. He roared in pain, clawing at his eyes as the venom took effect, blinding him temporarily.

"You'll pay for this, Venomaris!" he bellowed, his movements growing erratic.

"Yeah, yeah," she quipped, effortlessly dodging his flailing arms. With practised ease, she shot out a web line, binding his remaining limbs together and yanking him off balance. In moments, he was securely tied up, his mechanical arms rendered useless.

Venomaris dusted off her hands, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Another one for the books," she said, turning to The Strand, who was still picking himself up off the ground. "And you—"

Her words faltered as she got a proper look at him. He was young, probably in his late teens or early twenties, with an eager stance that was equal parts endearing and infuriating. His suit, while sleek and modern, was scuffed from his tumble, and his spider drone that she just noticed buzzed around him in a flurry of activity.

"Let me guess," she said, crossing her arms. "New in town?"

The Strand rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah. First time on the job, actually. I—uh—wanted to help."

"Help?" she repeated, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "You webbed me to a lamppost and nearly got yourself killed."

"I'm sorry!" he blurted, his voice cracking slightly. "I just—I've seen you in action before, and you're amazing! I thought maybe if I could... you know, impress you—"

Venomaris raised a hand, cutting him off. "Stop. Just stop." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look, kid, I get it. You want to make a name for yourself. But this isn't a game. You can't just dive into a fight without knowing what you're doing."

The Strand's shoulders slumped, his earlier enthusiasm replaced with shame. "You're right. I messed up."

"Damn right you did," she said, though her tone softened slightly. "But... you've got guts, I'll give you that."

He looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mixture of hope and awe. "Really?"

"Don't push your luck," she said, though a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Her mask retracted briefly, revealing her face as she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. The Strand froze, his goggles dimming slightly as his face turned bright red.

"Meet me here at midnight," she said, pulling her mask back into place. "If you're serious about this Spider-business, you've got a lot to learn. And I'm not in the habit of letting amateurs run around unsupervised."

The Strand nodded vigorously, his earlier embarrassment replaced with renewed determination. "I'll be here. Promise."

"Good," she said, turning to leave. "And for the love of everything, don't try to fight anyone else before then."

As she swung away into the night, The Strand stood there, staring after her with a dazed expression. His spider drone buzzed around him, almost as if to say, What just happened?

"I think I'm in love," he muttered, shaking his head before heading off to prepare for the midnight rendezvous.

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The rooftop was quiet when Venomaris arrived, the city below her a sea of twinkling lights. She perched on the ledge, waiting patiently as the clock struck midnight. Right on cue, The Strand arrived, his landing far smoother this time.

"You're punctual. I'll give you that," she said, standing to face him. "Now, let's see what you've got."

For the next several hours, Venomaris put him through his paces, guiding him through everything from web-slinging techniques to hand-to-hand combat. She was a tough teacher, quick to call out his mistakes but equally quick to praise his progress.

By the time the sun began to rise, The Strand was exhausted but exhilarated. He had learned more in one night than he ever thought possible, and though he still had a long way to go, he felt like he was finally on the right path.

"Not bad, kid," Venomaris said as they wrapped up. "You've got potential. Just... try not to get yourself killed, okay?"

"I'll do my best," he said with a grin. "And... thanks. For everything."

She nodded, her mask retracting briefly to reveal a warm smile. "Don't make me regret this," she said, leaping off the rooftop and disappearing into the dawn.

The Strand watched her go, his heart racing as he replayed the events of the night in his mind. He might have started as a bumbling rookie, but with Venomaris as his mentor, he knew he had the chance to become something more.

And maybe, just maybe, he'd find a way to impress her after all.