Spider -Man:Peter Venom

Peter had been right, the insurance alone would have totalled millions if word got out a student had been poisoned there. The experimental creatures that escaped had all been caught, so contamination hadn't been an issue but even after testing each student's blood they couldn't be 100% sure none of them had been bitten. Even that could cause a lawsuit, medical procedures on underage kids were bad enough but whoever let those things out of the Archive was going to pay. 

Five years ago he had personally made sure that every one of those freaks was caught and killed. He wouldn't let the incident happen again, not after so many people died. Heclenched his fist in anger just thinking about whichever idiot did this and how bad it could get.

He had personally fired the dumbasses that bundled them into taxi's to get them home and now he would find someone to take this hiccup out on. What was worse was that those particular spiders were supposed to have been destroyed years ago. Someone screwed up and he was going to find out who.

Of course, to hide the payoff he had to spend 250 grand of his own money so he was naturally angry and he would take it out on Harry as well. It was his lack of intelligence that made him befriend the Parker kid in the first place, Norman knew his parents before they died and their brilliance had passed onto him. 

If Harry had one fraction of his intelligence he would never have had him befriend a loser like Parker just so he could copy homework and get help with exams. Cursing his bad luck Norman made sure to spend the rest of the day spreading his anger to anyone responsible for this mess.

Peter closed the door and with his back to it, slid down sighing. "Sorry Aunt May but Norman can be tough. Harry gets in trouble for everything, if we didn't back down, he'd make sure he got what he wanted, and you know, at least his way we got some money." 

He smiled at her, hoping she wasn't going to be too hard on him. She looked like she had aged a hundred years when Norman showed up, Peter knew they could fight and probably win a much larger settlement but it would ruin Aunt May's health. He would also have to endure a medical, and that could be a disaster.

While she and Uncle Ben weren't that old when he began living with them, having to raise even the quiet Peter had been difficult for her. Her mousy brown hair was dishevelled and while tidy, Peter knew that harsh chemicals from the laundromat didn't do her hair, skin, or lungs any favours. 

Aunt May had aged before her time and Peter hated himself for having helped. It was his fault Uncle Ben died, it was his fault Aunt May had to work every hour she could. 

Now though, now he had money, now he had the means to pull himself and her up out of this place. Even with Norman's scowling face, Peter didn't care. He had capital, a good head and most of all, someone who loved him. He still had to figure out what exactly happened at Oscorp though. A new physique was great but the memory loss and the ranting at Aunt May might be a symptom of a much bigger problem. Peter needed to figure out exactly what was going on, and that meant away from prying eyes. If anyone found out, especially Oscorp, he could end up in a lab or worse, on a series of slides, carefully catalogued for study.

Sitting down on the floor next to him, "You sure Pete? Cause it's not me that has to deal with this. I mean, I'll help to spend the money but, if those bastards did anything you're the one who'll have the problems."

Peter just smiled and leaned his head against Aunt May's shoulder. "I dunno Aunt May, I think, I think I'll be fine."

With Oscorp settled and a new sense offinancial freedom, Peter had decided to lay low for a while. Whatever had happened to himneeded to be tested, and sneaking out to find somewhere quiet and out the way seemed the best option. Aunt May had taken to checking up on him every few hours since he'd gotten sick, and while he appreciated the concern it would interfere with his tests. 

Aunt May had granted him a week off school, to make sure he wouldn't be sick again and to make sure that everything was settled. She had meetings with the Principal and the school board, even if Peter wasn't a child anymore, leaving a sick student was unacceptable. 

Peter shook his head though, with the issue settled with Oscorp and Peter being an academic student rather than one of the football rising stars, Aunt May would meet a roadblock. Whoever decided to leave him there would get a slap on the wrist, maybe a note in their record but Peter doubted much morewould happen. He was a little fish in a little pond being circled by sharks.

Till then he had a week to figure out exactly what had happened. The figure in the mirror was still him, not as short, cute but now, now he had muscles. A lean taut six-pack that he knew without months of hard work and a strict exercise and diet routine he would never have achieved. Whatever made him sick at Oscorp also changed him, did something escape from a lab? Did he have super cancer? Peter began to hyperventilate, super cancer. He knew Oscorp studied lots of different infectious diseases. Pete get a hold of yourself, he thought, cancer doesn't give you abs, but then what did?

Studying himself in the mirror, Peter pulled the same poses he'd seen other, more famous bodybuilders pulling, until he realised that posing in a mirror was not only pointless, but he looked a bit dumb. He hadn't become a big muscular guy, his body was lithe and wirey, built for speed, not strength. Shaking his head, maybe Gwen would like to see the new him, maybe she'd be more willing to go to the end of year Prom with him if he flashed her a little Pete treat. Laughing at his own stupid joke, he decided to head out, muscle tone was great but muscle strength was king.

Pulling on some loose clothes and a hoodie he called out to Aunt May "out for a bit, need some fresh air, love you," before heading out into the more deserted parts of Brooklyn. It wasn't too hard to find somewhere deserted. A local party animal made the mistake of setting up in what he thought was an abandoned warehouse, which was, in fact, a meth lab. 

Several gunshots and a few dead partygoers later, it turned into the shoot out of the week. While the tape was still up, there had been no cops or scavengers in the building for a while now, and the freshly pasted for sale sign showed that evidence collection was over, and the realtor was trying to offload the building to whatever poor sap bought the now named partymethdeath house.

Of course, Peter knew he had the money from Oscorp, maybe this was his chance to get a building and actually start on his first dream, Pete Tech, or even PTech. Rolling the name around in his mind for a while, he made a mental note to head to city hall and register himself as a fledgeling company. 

Working for Oscorp was great but he knew that he'd always be in Harry's shadow, even if they never spoke again. His tutoring the son of the company owner would follow him around like a bad smell. He'd be under constant scrutiny and have to deal with calls of nepotism. Maybe branching out on his own was a better idea, small and manageable tech companies were all the rage. If he had a hook, a piece of tech original to him he could see it happening.

Lifting the yellow police tape Peter made his way to the side door, still swinging free from where the cops busted it open. Inside was a mess, the floor was stained with the remains of blood, industrial cleaner reducing it to nothing more than a brown stain, and the heavy scent of industrial bleach and solvents clung to the air. The meth labs themselves had been stripped clean, fitments for power and water hung on empty walls where their cookingstations would have been. Four hollowed-out shipping containers held the labs and crude bunk beds for the workers, either held here to cook or just too lazy to move and risk more exposure.