You were swinging away as fast as possible across New York hoping to lose them. Which you luckily did. It was pouring rain and you were heavily injured. So much it would take your spider senses a few weeks to heal them. You got into the tower through your open rooms window.

You changed and bandaged your self before stumbling back down the stairs on enough pain meds to kill an average human. You sat there waiting as the group walked I. Angry.

Non of them knew you were Venom, the Spider-Man like being that they had been after for 2 years. And you never planned on tell ing them.