Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

No Time to Die

A cloaked figure lurked through darkness, hands buried deep in pockets with a head dipped down to conceal the face’s features but with just the slightest bit of a curl exposed that was drenched in water. Though rain poured heavily, the boy’s pace doesn’t increase despite the aqueous substance being sprayed across his form. He doesn’t mind anyways, the cold feeling against cloth is enough to remind him that he’s all on his own. Before that would’ve made him feel weak, vulnerable, but feet sloshing against impeding pellets of water creating echoes resembling winds, the mysterious aura indulged him forward.  

Beside him, there were barely any other people on the urban Manhattan street. From up above, thunder roared and electricity crackled, whiplash followed suite. That didn’t deter the figure from sloshing through city streets, a mischievous smirk curling his lips as the rain poured harder. His once innocent eyes gleam with darkness, and it’s an eerie, intoxicating feel of pure power. 

The darkness that resided in the sky mirrored the boy, who bubbled with a mysterious gleam, fending away any onlookers who felt uncomfortable in his presence. Good, he thought. They should fear what they do not know. 

Electricity sparks and there’s a bright flash of white that would make the boy shudder a lifetime ago. He smirked at how powerful he felt. Oh, how times have changed. He advanced further as a silky voice parcelled in his ear, “Peter...I smell trouble ahead.”

The cloaked boy dipped his head towards the glowing moon, smile widening, “Is that so?” His gaze set forward confident and daring all at once, “What’s a little danger to us? It’s time to have some fun with that, wouldn’t you agree?”

The voice made a sound of approval and Peter’s fingers curled into tight fists beneath his hood material. He allowed his muscles to relax as two equally suspicious figures approached him. What’s up danger? 

I should've known
I'd leave alone
Just goes to show

Peter feigned innocence as the two men approached him. He lifted his head, shifting his gaze from thug to thug while still concealing his identity, one of the most important things he has, “Is there anything I can help you with?” He straightened his spine, bracing himself for a fight. 

Thug number one swung a metal pipe as he sneered, “You can give us all your wallet and phone now.” He paused, smacking the pipe against his other hand as thug number two finished, “Or I’m afraid this would have to get real messy real fast.” 

Peter withdrew his arms from his pockets, revealing two perfectly curled fists, “Oh, is that so?” Evil glimmered in his reflection of his irises as he continued, “However, I can agree on one thing.”

Thug number two grumbled unpleasantly, “Oh yeah, and what’s that?” A stained blade appeared in his hand. 

That the blood you bleed
Is just the blood you owe

Peter rocked on his heels with a smirk, “You should be afraid.” 

Thug number one lunged at him, attempting to strike him with the metal pipe, an attack that Peter easily dodged. He mimicked a frown, “Oh, I’m sorry. Here, let me help you.” He punched the metal donning man square in the chest, with such force that it took the thug by surprise. 

Still determined to get his prize, the thug returned back to his feet, lunging towards Peter with punch after punch was thrown. Peter remained unfazed, tsking, “Was that the best you could do?” His face darkened, “My turn.” Peter kicked the man in the kneecaps, causing a yell of anguish to escape from the thug’s lips. 

Before the thug could retaliate, Peter swung the metal pipe across the thug’s head, knocking him out unconscious against an alley wall with blood seeping from his head. Peter swiveled to the knife-wielding thug. 

We were a pair
But I saw you there

Just as determined as his fallen comrade, thug number two charged toward Peter, frustration evident in the furrow of his brows.  He moved to strike Peter and Peter merely ducked, swishing under impending raindrops under the man’s legs, grabbing his wrists to flip the man over on his back. 

Peter stood towering over the thug, rain falling heavier than before. Evil’s entity and malice glimmered in his eyes as he looked down at the thug who was panting for breath. He cocked his head to the side, rain still soaking his form as he twirled the thug’s blood-stained blade in his own, “I’m sorry. Did I step on your moment?”

You were never on my side
Fool me once, fool me twice

The man’s mouth was well open as black ink began to dot Peter’s hands. He gasped, “What, what are you?” He pulled out a gun and aimed it towards Peter’s face, “What the hell are you, you freak?”

Peter chuckled throatily, the sound only causing chills to run down the thug’s spine. He removed his hood, exposing his identity. He quipped, “So surprised to see a familiar face, aren’t you Toomes?” 

Toomes, backed away face written in shock and disbelief. He shook his head as if he was trying to convince himself that his eyes were deceiving him, “No, no, no, I know you. You’re Stark’s kid, Peter. You’re supposed to be dead.” 

Are you death or paradise?
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die

“Funny thing huh?”, Peter started. He continued, “I was supposed to be dead, you were supposed to be rotting in prison, HYDRA was supposed to be eliminated, and the Avengers were supposed to be one big happy family.” He rolled his eyes, “Reality is often very disappointing, isn’t it? And in a reality like, there’s just no time to die.”

He brought his hand in front of Toomes, where blank goo swerved across his knuckles. He tsked, inspecting his hand, and then moved his gaze to a cowering Toomes. “Well, well, well,” Peter taunted, “whatever shall I do with you?”

Toomes glared, “You ain’t going to kill me. You’re supposed to be a good guy, Spiderman. Not that Quentin Beck bullshit.”

I let it burn
You're no longer my concern
Faces from my past return
Another lesson yet to learn

Peter hissed vehemently, taking Toomes by complete surprise, “Fuck Quentin Beck.” He spat from above, “Never did like you much anyway.” Peter snatched the gun from Toomes' hand, whipped it around, and knocked it against the Vulture’s skull. He kicked Toomes’ head for good measure after shooting the man not once but twice in the chest, “Stay dead for all I care.”

Just as he was about to turn around, a feminine voice cocked, “I mean yeah the Vulture’s a total dick and all, but who are you?” Peter turned, clearly pissed to see a woman dressed in a red and gold spandex spider suit. He mumbled under his breath, “Young Avengers these days.” 

The woman stopped and breathed out softly, “Peter? What happened to you? We all thought you were dead.”

That I'd fallen for a lie
You were never on my side
Fool me once, fool me twice

Peter inhaled sharply, casting his gaze to the side as rain lodged itself in his chocolate-colored hair, “You out of all people should know that there is no time to die.” 

His voice suddenly became darker, stronger, “To answer your question Spider-Woman or Jessica, whatever you prefer, I used to be Spiderman, an Avenger.” His face clouded with darkness as black ink slowly overcame him, oozing and dribbling over his pale skin as the ebony-dyed goo enveloped him. 

Spider-Woman, as Peter had called stepped back in fear as the Peter she knew became something else. 

A silky, metallic voice finished as the two beings morphed into one complete entity, “But now, we are Venom.”