INFECTED • Peter Parker.

I start walking to the counter, eyes darting to the windows, but something's wrong. My vision blurs, and I stumble, gripping the shelf to steady myself. It's like the whole world's closing in. My legs give out, and I'm on the floor before I can stop myself, gasping for air as my hands hit the ground.

And that's when it happens.

The black liquid.

It's like oil-slick and glistening, pooling around me, dripping from my fingertips. I try to scream, but all I can do is gasp. My body won't move, won't respond. I want to run, to get away from this, but I can't. It's like my skin is being pulled apart. My heart races, my breath shallow and fast, as the black substance climbs up my arms, down my legs, covering me faster than I can react.

It's alive.

Venom.

[spiderman x oc]

"You're oddly graceful for someone who can bench press a car and snack on criminals." Peter says, his voice tinged with a playful curiosity.

I tilt my head, giving him a sly look. "Graceful, huh? You watching me that closely, Parker?"

His cheeks flush slightly, but he smirks, leaning casually against the wall. "Well, it's kind of hard not to when you're out here doing Olympic-level stunts in a skintight suit. Can't exactly ignore that."