Little Do You Know-Spideypool

Chapter Somthing Else

Peter POV

I'm training to control Venom and use his power in tandem with my Spidey skills, as T'Challa says. He told me that the most important part of my upcoming training is that I don't let him run me.
"You have to be in control, child." He tells me, thrusting his staff at my chest. I catch it in the palm of my hand and twist it out of his grip. My move is messy, though, and I throw it across the room, hesitating to stare at it.
"No hesitation!" He reminds me, knocking me to the ground with a smooth kick. I lay on my stomach for a moment, feeling heat in my chest, stretching my skin and making my heart beat too fast.
"You are in control, Peter." T'Challa says. "You are Venom's host. He bends to your will."
I stand, feeling taller than I normally am, striding towards my teacher with more elegance and strength than I usually have.
"Am I larger than I was?" my voice is thick and low, resounding through the room. I regret that my beloved uncle looks so frightened. Frightened and... proud?
"Yes, much larger, Peter." His voice is firm and confident as it always is, but just like before the battle where he... His eyes are dark and resigned. "I'm going to call a few more of us for you to fight. I have a feeling you'll make quick work of me."
"I won't wait." Suddenly, the one speaking from my mouth isn't me. "You will fight me now." I press my palm over my lips and suppress him.
"Peter will wait, and by definition, so will Venom." T'Challa says cooly. "I will return in a moment."
I decide that I don't like the feeling, while I wait for him to return with some of the others. I don't like hearing Venom's voice come out of my mouth, feeling Venom move my limbs, Venom's heart beating in my chest. But I can't leave, can't give up... I do like being with John. And being with John is all I can remember. I like being with my fathers and uncles and friends, all men I thought I'd lost. I can remember them dying, remember when I was put in a wheelchair... Why didn't I do physical therapy? I think someone else was trying to pay for it, but...
"Ah!" I fall to the ground, losing all of my Venom-type energy.
It hurts to try and remember. Why can't I remember?
"Peter?" I hear Johnny. "What's wrong? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine." I lie. "Just tired. I think I need some sleep."
"You're certain? What happened to exhaust you, T'Challa said you were doing well for your first day?"
"It is his first day, Jonathan." T'Challa reminds us both. "It is right that he would be so tired. You will take him to his room, I will send for Dr. Osborn to tend to him."
"Really, I'm fine..." I try to stand and fall immediately. Johnny catches my and scoops me off my feet.
"Alright, Lucky, I think you're all out of good mojo for today." I yawn, nuzzling into his shoulder.
What was I thinking about? I can't remember...

Johnny's POV

After putting Peter to bed, I bump into Norman in the hall.
"How is he?" He asks.
"Tired, a little bruised, but otherwise unharmed." I tell him, glancing nervously at the toolbox in his hand.
"I'm just going to make sure the bruises aren't covering something else, but I'm sure he's totally fine."
"Did controlling Venom really take this much out of him?"
"No." He says simply. "I have a feeling he tried to remember something that the hybrid gamma-aminobutyric acid is preventing him from touching."
"You mean he's got a poison dart in his neck that'll frie whenever he-
"Whenever he thinks about Wade, or why he was unable to walk, or how he got here, or... " He pauses. "A few other things. That's not important, I'm sure he'll get over his curiosity soon enough."
"I hope so." I spit, storming away, and I walk straight into Tony.
"Sorry Tony."
"Be good to my son." He says, just like he was programmed to. "Protect him. It's all on you now."
I sigh. "If only I could."