Bitten

Chapter 22

I hate Peter Parker. I'm just going to say it right now. I despise Peter Parker. He took away Gwen Stacy from me...he caught her eye. He snatched her away before I could make a move on her. He caught Mary Jane's eyes... but she got with Harry instead. Now there is Cassandra Stark or Cassie. He took her too. He took my job at Daily Bugle that he rarely shows up for. Now he's working for the big man up stairs with Tony Stark. Something fell on me. I looked at my shoulder. It was something black. I picked it off my shoulder and flicked it off my finger. More of the black stuff fell on me. I looked up to see black slime. I grabbed hold of me and I was lifted into the air. The black stuff began to envelop me. It crawled up every corner of my body. I screamed out for help, but no help came to rescue me. I was on my own. The black stuff dropped me to the ground. I was on my hands and knees. I screamed through my teeth. A mask was created over my face. White eyes, a very large mouth with razor sharp teeth, and a very long tongue. I looked up slowly...I smirked. I now have a way to kill Peter Parker. We. Are. Venom. "I like the sound of that. Venom. Sounds...deadly." I said lunging forward into the darkness.

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I woke up in a bed shirtless and in sweats. My head hurt like crazy. I groaned. I slung my legs over the bed. Where am I? I looked around, confused. I pressed my hand to my head. I let my head fall as I scratched the back of my head. I stood up from the bed. I walked around looking for a shirt to put on, but I couldn't find anything. I was rummaging through a dresser. I feel like I'm at Derek's place, except everything I see is brighter...and tighter. I picked a shirt up. "There is no way in heck is this shirt going to fit me." I said groaning. I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around to see Steve. "Um..." "I had a feeling none of my shirts would fit you...so I went to the store and bought you some clothes." Steve said smiling. "Thanks." I replied. Steve set the clothes on the bed and looked at me. "How are you feeling? You looked like you were dying yesterday." Steve asked crossing his arms and leaning against the wall of his bedroom. "I uh I don't know...the black stuff took over my mind. It was manipulating me into thinking that I killed everyone I cared about. Told me to take revenge on the people who wished me dead. I couldn't...Steve...I just...I can't be a killer. The black stuff felt almost like it was feeding off my pain that I've been hiding in the back of my mind. It unhinged it and let it loose. It was like it was using me as a way for it to survive...a symbiotic relationship almost. Steve...did I hurt anyone last night?" Steve smiled reassuringly. "No, kid. You didn't hurt anyone." Steve walked over to me and sat down on the bed. He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. "Kid...I hope you can forgive me for what I did to you at the airport. I was hoping we could be friends." Steve said dropping his hand. "Steve...I forgive you...you were trying to save your friend. I have a friend who can relate to you. His name is Scott McCall. A hero who is willing to risk his life to save someone else. Even if it means he has to do something incredibly stupid or painful. He's basically like a extremely younger version of you. No offense. You look great for your age." I said. "Thanks kid. Yep...Being over a hundred years old and still looking like I'm in my twenties." Steve said laughing. I chuckled. "Steve...this might be a personal question to ask you...what were your parents like? I mean I never grew up with both of my parents. I grew up with my dad. My mom left me when I was very young." I said. "Hey no it's fine. I uh...wow...seems like a long time ago. My dad was killed in the army by mustard gas, he was in the 107th. My mother was a nurse in the army... military family. She was bombed when I was in my early twenties. So...really, my parents weren't there...per say. I mean I grew up with them, but not as much as I would have wanted to." Steve said smiling. "I'd like to be like you Steve. I don't know if I can though." "Kid...you already are like me." Steve said. I nodded smiling weakly. "Hey on another note...your friends are here in the den, worrying about you." Steve told me getting up. I nodded. I stood up and followed him out of the room. 

     My friends and Cassie were in the room. Cassie and Scott were pacing back and forth. I walked in slowly. Scott snapped his head up to look at me. "Peter!!" Scott exclaimed running to me and pulling me into a rib-crushing hug. "Scott.....can't.....breathe....super-strength....ribs....breaking." I said breathless. "Right sorry." Scott said letting me go. "Have you been crying?" I asked him. "You were out for 18 hours dude. 18 HOURS!!" Scott said. "Wait what?! Seriously?!" I asked. "Yes. We needed to tell you something that is really important. Lydia saw something." "Wait, was that what I heard yesterday? Lydia what did you see?" "Wait, what do you guys mean see? What are you guys?" Steve asked confused along with the rest of the Avengers. "You didn't tell them?" "No, of course I didn't tell them! Why would I tell them that?! It's not relevant!" "Well it is now." "Can someone just please tell us what you guys are going on about?" Natasha asked. Isaac was checking Natasha out. Isaac opened his mouth. "You are really b-" I webbed his mouth shut. "I swear to god! Issac! Stop hitting on every girl you see in range of your wolfy vision!" I said. Natasha's eyes opened wide and looked at Isaac. She looked ticked. She walked over to Isaac and flipped him over her shoulder. "Sorry kid...I don't date younger men. Oh...and if you ever look at me like that again...I'll put a wolf-bane laced bullet through your head." She told him. "Wait you knew?" I asked her cocking my head to the left slightly. "Of course I knew Pete. I had to check your personal files. You did lots of work with these kids saving Beacon Hills from the monsters. Also, I'm a secret agent and a master assassin." she added looking down at Isaac with a death glare and a smirk. His eyes opened up wide. "Dang, I've never seen Isaac so scared....of a woman." I said laughing. Natasha looked at me and smiled. She's like that really cool woman that you would want to be the mom you never had. Natasha walked away from Isaac to stand next to me putting her hands on her hips. Cassie was looking at her smiling. Isaac got up from where he was pinned to the ground. He walked away to stand near the others like him. "Scott...what was so important?" "Lydia saw death." "Death as in plural or as in one death. One death would be better...actually no death would be preferred." I rambled. "Okay okay okay first. There's a supernatural hit list. We are all on it." "A hit list? Like...kill someone dead then get paid money afterwards. That kind of hit list?" "Yes you idiot that kind!" Peter yelled. "Okay so what you said you are all on it." "I mean ALL of us are on it." "What do you mean ALL of us?" "Peter....you are on the hit list." Derek said. "What?" I asked taken back. My knees went numb for a second. I almost fell. "I'm being hunted? That's not by a Russian man relentless on my head on a mantle?" I asked. "Yeah...someone knows about you and your powers." Scott stated. That made me collapse onto the nearby sofa. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god. Who?! Who?! Who knows?!" I asked quickly struggling to get to my feet. How did someone find out? I shook my head. "So it's a hit list right? That means that the victims are worth money right?" "Yeah....um you are worth over 85 million dollars." Lydia said. I shook my head reluctant. I walked away from the group of mostly superhuman people. I walked into a different room and shut the door. I started breathing heavily and rapidly. Someone found out. This is why I HATE people finding out about how I'm Spider-Man. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I sighed. I shook my head. I walked out of the room. "Okay so I'm being hunted...wouldn't be the first time." I said exiting the room. We all talked about the hitlist and I kept a mental check on Vulture trying to find out his next move so I wasn't really there in the conversation...mentally anyways.