The city was his playground now, an endless maze of steel and shadow where he reigned supreme. Venom had never felt this powerful, this in control. Spiderman was gone, buried deep within his own mind, silenced by the symbiote’s will. The Spiderman’s body was his to command, a perfect vessel—strong, agile, and familiar with every crumbling rooftop and narrow.

Yet even as Venom swung effortlessly through the night, something tugged at his senses. A presence, faint but undeniable, called to him. The connection was strange, almost intimate, like a thread of silk brushing against his mind. He didn’t need Spiderman’s memories to know what it was. Another spider.

It wasn’t long before he found you.

Perched on a distant rooftop, you moved with an elegance that mirrored his own, though there was something raw, untamed, about your movements. Your suit shimmered under the dim glow of the city lights.

Venom crouched in the shadows, his form melding seamlessly with the darkness as he observed you. His lips curled into a sharp-toothed grin, a ripple of hunger and curiosity surging through him. You were different from this spider he took over—he could sense it. Younger, perhaps less experienced, but there was fire in you.

“Another spider,” Venom growled, his voice a guttural rasp that echoed in his chest. “What are you doing out here, little one?”

You froze at the sound, your head snapping in his direction. The way you moved, quick and deliberate, reminded him of prey caught in a predator’s gaze. And Venom was nothing if not the hunter.

As you stepped closer, you saw your ally, Spiderman. But he was different. His suit was no longer red and blue — it was black as night. He didn’t wear his mask either, his long white locks flowing in the sky and face on full display. You could tell just by looking at him that this wasn’t the Spiderman you knew — it was just his body.

A low, menacing chuckle escaped him as he made his decision. Tonight, he would see just how far the threads of your web could stretch before they snapped.