Spider Man: Petter Venom

Gwen's fists unconsciously balled, she hated that name,

Poison, not Gwenom, it spoke directly into her mind again,

The rare occurrences were mainly to insult those around her or to make demands of her. She had found that once Poison started to complain about something a cookie or other sugary treat would calm her down, Gwen shook her head as she never once thought that she would have to bribe a symbiotic organism with sugar just so she could study in peace.

Peter had his problems to deal with, he knew that while Electro had probably used enough power to take down an elephant the combination of the sound, the light and the electricity had highlighted an important flaw. While it was 'dead' it was still a living part of him rather than a separate entity, anything he was vulnerable to it was as well. He had enhanced senses, so much so he could feel the air move as Gwen trained, even if he closed his eyes, her heartbeat, her scent, and the sweat as it beaded between her perfect breasts were all apparent to him. He needed a filter, something to protect him from over stimulus, at least until he learned and adapted to his powers fully.

First was a headset, he'd finished the design and it sat comfortably around his neck, he could double-tap the front and it sprang up, unfolding and covering his bottom jaw with a slick silver metal, two sound muffling earbuds, and two polarised tinted lenses. He needed to pull them up onto his face but once he extended his symbskin it fit perfectly, moulding around its features. His mask had adapted to the under armour and he wondered if his symbiote was as dead as they thought. His mask now had two white eyes that stared wide and narrowed to points, white crescents where the polarised lenses sat underneath. The white membrane thickened and thinned as he adjusted the lens, matching the polarisation of the headset. He had looked for one online but found nothing that suited his budget or his requirements unless he went for a full tactical helmet.

It took him a bit of getting used to, his hearing was muted and his voice crackled every now and again, more to do with a misplaced solder or misaligned circuit than a faulty speaker but as a working prototype, it was perfect.

Next, he worked on a grounding system, in studying kevlar and ceramic plating used in military and police body armour he practised making a second skin layer under the first. After several failed attempts he just admitted defeat, a second skin over the first then over his own was too bulky and rubbed uncomfortably, so he opted for the costumed menaces idea. One thin cloth bodysuit, pitch black and easily hidden under his clothes formed the underneath of his armour now. He carefully wove thin wire into the suit, stitching it tightly to the underside. Once he had the headset and the undersuit on and armoured up he couldn't feel any different to normal, the thin cloth and wire cushioned by the symbskin.

"Okay, hit me," he said, as Gwen hid behind a thick sheet of steel with headphones and welders goggles on. She pressed a button and smelt the thick ozone filling the warehouse. The taser discharge was bright and loud after Peter rewired and upped the amperage on it. After counting to five she shut the weapon down again.

"Pete?" She called out. "Shit, I can't hear you. Pete, I'm taking these off okay?" she was yelling but didn't know it, she hit the switch again to power the taser off completely, and after taking off the heavy and uncomfortable headgear poked her head around the plate.

Peter was smoking, and not in a good way. Steam and burned skin flaked off his body but where the electricity had touched him was charred but intact. The lenses tinted dark black. His voice clicked, strange through the tinny speaker, "I'm fine, that worked, I didn't feel it." Gwen sighed with relief, she knew they needed to train but shooting her boyfriend with a modified taser wasn't part of that plan.

After the experiments and training were over, Peter sat at the huge table with his sketchbook in front of him. He made up several designs for body armour that Poison could wear either over or under her symbskin. He had planned to make a suit for Gwen as well and armouring it seemed like a good idea, even if he could incorporate the grounding weave through it. 

As the symbiotes seemed to be able to form claws as well as their massive razor-toothedmouths, he shook his head as he thought of adding a weapons system. With limitedequipment and machinery, it would be too easy to make something dangerous or faulty and it was scrapped.

Gwen was just as strong as he was but had a few vulnerabilities he wasn't happy about. He was sensitive to loud noises and bright lights, whereas Poison only seemed sensitive to touch and pain. Her gleeful demands for sugar and treats were more like a child refusing to eatproperly and only wanting the nicest tasting things.

The undersuit worked as expected, the headset was working, and everything was going to plan. With MJ moving in it seemed a fitting end to their time alone together. She would act, even if she didn't know it, as a restraint between them and with the way they had been spending their nights, hardly sleeping and buried between each other's legs, it was needed.

MJ stood outside the address Gwen had given her, scowling at the faded grey walls of what she knew was an old meth lab. It hadn't clicked with just the address until she saw the building, its once pristine grey outer shell dirtied black by neglect and whatever had been cooked up in and outside. Sure, someone had taken a bit of time to wash and scrub the walls, but it was definitely a work in progress. She silently cursed Gwen in her mind, if she was murdered here, she'd haunt Gwen for all eternity.

She even knew she had been here before. This was where she spent the night with Peter and as she had rushed from the building, before she broke down and admitted everything to Peter, she hadn't even realised where she was. He had brought her here in a state of shock, taking her somewhere safe after the incident at the diner.

Now she had a chance to get a good look at it, she had walked around the neighbourhood. Not just wanting to see the apartment Gwen had talked about but the area as well. A great apartment in Hell's Kitchen was still a bad idea and as she had walked around, it was noisy, busy but fairly clean. 

Her instinct to run wasn't sounding too loudly though, there was little to no rubbish on the street, no signs of cardboard beds and temporary shelters, one of the reasons the lab went hidden for so long was the relatively clean and business vibe the area gave off. Even the coffee she just finished, bought from a nearby convenience store wasn't bad. While she had noticed a few piles of cigarettes at the convenience store there was no oil can fire keeping homeless Joe warm. MJ mentally kicked herself for that, she had enough of stereotypes in her own life to start judging others by them.

The pathway up to the main door had at least been weeded and cleaned, its paving stones in sharp contrast to the dandelion covered concrete of the surrounding area. The Brooklyn dockyard industrial area wasn't exactly a thriving area for regentrification but the idea had been circulating for a while, not always a good thing as a few of the more outdated buildings had been burned down or just boarded up but at $1000 a month plus utilities MJ couldn't be picky. It was this or the creepy comb-over landlord that was definitely staring at her ass and was definitely thinking of how MJ could 'cover the rent' if she was short.

Mary Jane "MJ" Watson, an average studentwith a well above-average appearance, daughter to an absentee mother and an alcoholic father. Tired of dealing with him and the abuse he threw at her, about her mom, about her looks, about her grades, and about how she should pay more rent as she was working. Any excuse to drink and yell.

Her budget was small, her grades meant all she could get was a waitress job, but her looks meant that while she got a lot of phonenumbers she also got a lot of tips. It would tide her over till the modelling contract or acting job she longed for became a reality, but even then she got shit for that too.

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