Spider Man: Petter Venom

CH 45

It was obvious that Peter had the most control over his powers and as it seemed his symbiotewas fully integrated into his body a better variety of powers, however, that came with a drawback, his power set was limited to what he could do with a non-Newtonian semi-organic alien symbiote liquid living within his cells. There was no evolving, no learning, no upgrade. They decided that his powers were fixed, finite, if he couldn't do it now, he probably wouldn'tbe able to do it in the future either.

Gwen could control and create new combinations of liquids, poisons and other drugs just by absorbing the relevant formula and base chemicals into her body, Poison allowed her to manufacture and store them with no harm to herself as she learned to make storage points and biochemical factories withinGwen's cells themselves. Peter had no methodto replicate this, he could feel the webbing chamber in his arm but as to how to change its formula, he either couldn't or wasn't able to figure out how to.

MJ it seemed had the best of both worlds, her symbiote was smarter than Gwen's, knew to do what both Poison and Venom could but as she lacked the relevant power. What she could do however was change into various sets ofclothing, altering MJ's skin and even makeup. Muse had apparently taken MJ's love of stage and theatre, naming herself after the Greek goddesses of inspiration. 

She had taken a long look at herself as well, Gwen taking her to one side and explaining a few of the more feminine sided things. Gwen had been right. MJ was never one to exercisebut now the taut lines of her new physique were obvious as she posed and flexed in the mirror. She tried on an old bra but unlike Gwen, found she was still the same 36C she always was and peering closely saw that her skin was now blemish free, even some of her old acne marks were faded. Her hair had taken on a lustrous sheen and now curled at the ends as if freshly washed and cut. Thankfully she was still the same height, and all of her clothes still fit her, she was now just, better.

Did you do this?

Yes yes, we make the Mary Jane perfect, to attract the Peter,

I don't think that'll ever be an issue Muse, MJ laughed in her head and as she looked at herself, I don't think that'll ever be an issue.

She was a stronger, faster version of Poisonwith the adaptability of Venom. They all agreed though, while MJ was adapting to her new power set she would be not just joining Gwen and Peter in their morning training routine but taking time off from work, The last thing any of them needed was a raging symbiote smashing plates on belligerent customers.

"But I'm fine," MJ whined as they banned her from work. "No emotional outbursts, Muse and I are fine." MJ was pouting, since she'd bonded with Muse she'd never felt better.

"No, Muse can keep you happy but it's not healthy, you need to learn to cope," Peter explained but she still pouted.

we will keep you safe Mary Jane, we love you.

"Muse protects me, Peter, she wouldn't doanything like that."

Peter rolled his eyes, "uh-huh, oh hey, want to screw? like, bend you over the table right now?"

MJ was out of her pants and was pulling off her top before she stopped. "Asshole. So okay, okay, I get it. Muse is affecting my mood. Uh about that then,'' MJ's eyes sparkled. "Do I get a rebate on my rent for the, uh, you know, dirty landlord who promised no funny stuff?"

Peter sighed, "MJ. With this," and he motioned to himself, "you should be paying more," and grinned.

MJ and Gwen just stared at him before bursting out laughing.

Flash felt angry, nothing but angry since he woke up in the hospital. It didn't matter that his life was on the line, no one understood that football was his life. So when his father made the call to have both of his feet amputated after the Venom incident, he had effectively ended more than just his career, he had ended his future too. 

Flash didn't care about the latest prosthetics or that he would be able to walk or play ball again with them. He felt like a freak, less than a man and his dreams of professional football was nothing but that now, a dream. One he had woken up from to find a new nightmare had taken its place. He'd tried to connect with her again, but even that was impossible, every time he looked at her he saw the diner, every time he tried to touch her, she flinched.

"Look Flash, you've been bottling up so much stuff and all I'm saying is that you need to see the therapist as well as the physio," MJ stated, since Muse was there she'd become braver when facing people like Flash, even if he yelled or screamed she knew Muse would protect her. Not just mentally. Peter had been showing her some simple moves, taught by his martial arts class and she knew with super-strength she could defend herself against someone like Flash with no effort. She had even considered joining him, she would never have to feel afraid again, not with Peter and not with Muse protecting her.

He didn't care and stared sullenly at the end of the hospital bed where his feet used to be, where his hopes and dreams had been cut off from him, all because of that damn Venom, all because of that damn Parker. 

He'd even taken MJ away and now she was leaving him for Parker, he'd had enough in junior high, listening to her go on and on about damn Parker until he asked her out, it only took three attempts to wear her down, but even then he never felt like she was his girlfriend. They never did anything serious, nothing like the other guys bragged about. They held hands and she kissed him once after a big win but that was it.

"Flash, are you even listening to me? I can't, I can't do this Flash, you say nothing, you do nothing. It's too much." He watched emotionlessly as tears dripped from MJ's face. What the fuck was she crying for? He'd saved her when the ceiling came down. He knew that it would have crushed her if he hadn't pushed her out the way, if he hadn't saved her he would have been fine. He felt the rage bubble up once more.

"Your fault, it's your fault," he screamed at her and she flinched backwards, scrambling to move away from him. She could see that this was more than anger, his fists gripped the blanket around his waist, his knuckles white from the pressure, his face red as he yelled.

"No, Flash you, you saved me, you can't."

"I can, if I hadn't saved you, I wouldn't be here, leave, go, just...fucking go." He yelled at her.

In a flood of tears, MJ grabbed her bag and ran from the room, the nurses in the hallway heard their altercation and while Flash was angry there was no need for him to lash out at her, especially as it wasn't the first time. MJ ran through the hospital, tears streaming down her face until she reached the main entrance, searching for a cab she dashed inside. 

The cabbie looked at the tear sodden young woman, mascara and makeup stains all over her face. "Hey, you alright miss?" MJ took a few deep breaths and nodded at the cabbie. Normally with pickups from outside the hospital, he knew better than to ask. If she wanted to talk she would, but sometimes the news wasn't the sharing kind.

While the cabbie looked at her in concern, she was too busy to reply, Muse? Can you do that, I mean, all the time? Make me cry?

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