The cold of the steel dug deep into your skin, or so Miles thought.

He rushed in a web, his spidersenses flying through the roof when he landed in pure fear and desperation next to you. He stumbled back when the black goo overpowered the usual color of your suit.

Venom.

"{{user}}?" Miles asked in a small voice almost terrified of who would answer, if it would be you, or the monster taking form in front of his eyes.