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When a Spider comes calling	By : Revenaught Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 13336 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When a Spider comes calling
Ch. 2 Preparation
            It amazed him how easy it had been to track down Mac Gargan who he still thought of as the Scorpion even though these days he was bonded to the Venom Symbiote. Clinging to a wall above Gargan as he walked down an ally he called out, “Hey Venom!” The man below whirled around his clothing changing into the familiar black and white symbiote suit. But as soon as he saw who it was the symbiote peeled back from his head.
            “Well, well if it isn’t the new widower! What are you doin here? Why aren’t you cryin in a corner somewhere?”
            “I’m not here to talk to you Gargan. I’m here to talk to your…Other.
            “Ha! Not a chance! I’m in charge here. It’s mine now. I…” Gargan broke off as the Symbiote started slowly moving to engulf his head again. “Hey stop that! You obey m….” his voice became garbled as his face was completely covered by the symbiote. The gaping jaws and snake like tongue formed in the face and a different voice from Gargan’s emerged.
            “What dos the Spider want with us?”
            “You know what was done to my Wife and Aunt?”
            “Yes! I was not pleased with it. I wished you pain for your rejection of me, but not like that. They were innocents. But my current host desired it. I left him for that time.”
“Is Gargan really that weak that you can completely control him like that?”
“Yes! He is weak minded and easy to dominate. He cannot even comprehend why anyone would refuse the power I offer. I am his drug and he is willingly and slavishly addicted to me. Now what is it you want of me? Have you come to destroy us for our part in what happened?” at this Spiderman dropped lightly to the ground in front of Venom. He held out one hand palm facing Venom.
“No I’m not here to punish you. I will deal with Gargan later. Right now I’m here to offer you a deal and I want you to cover my hand so you can feel the truth of what I’m offering.” At this the symbiote slowly stretched out a part of itself and covered his hand. Not long after it had done so Venom fell to his knees, the symbiote writhing and rippling over Gargan’s body.
“Ah!” it cried out, “your pain! How do you live with such pain? I thought the pain of your rejection was unbearable but it was nothing compared to this! And the hate! You hate me so! Why?” the symbiote asked sounding wounded.
“You know my pain. You know what I have to do. I want your help to do it. So I am offering a deal.”
“What deal?”
“You leave Gargan completely. You bond with me but allow me control and never try to dominate my will, and…you forgive me for rejecting you in the past.”
“You ask for much. What do you offer in return?”
“I will bond with you completely and never reject you again and I… I forgive you for doing nothing to help my Wife and Aunt. For standing by and allowing it to happen even if you didn’t participate.” Venom hissed at this.
“You offer much as well, and you mean every bit of it with no reservations.”
“I also meant what I said about me being in control. After I’ve done what I have to our existence may be a very unpleasant one, if we’re still alive that is.”
“I accept.”
“Then do it.” With that the symbiote started flowing off of Gargan and once more moved to cover the man who used to be Peter Parker. It could be seen seeping out of the very pores of Gargan’s skin as it removed all trace elements of itself from his body. As the last bit flowed off of his head Gargan screamed!
“No! I won’t let you leave! I need your power!” and he lunged for the retreating symbiote. Much as he had Ironman, Spiderman lashed out with a foot and caught him with a blow to the chest so fierce it flung Gargan down the alley where he hit a wall, stunned and barely conscious. A follow up burst of organic webbing hit him before he could fall and left him adhered to the wall with his feet off the ground. “No! Give it back! I’ll kill you for this Spiderman!” The black clad figure slowly walked toward him the symbiote rippling and smoothing as it rebounded to its first and most desired host. As it stopped in front of him it had solidified into the black bodysuit with the large white spider spread across the chest its legs meeting the ones of the similar one on his back.

“Spiderman, Peter Parker, Venom? They are no longer. You may call me Spider.” The chill in those words made the short hairs on the back of Gargan’s neck rise. As the being in front of him announced its new name, a spot of bright vivid red appeared in the center of his spider emblem. It slowly flowed outward like a spreading pool of blood until both spider emblems, front and back, were a vivid blood red. The white eye lenses slowly changed to red as well. “And Gargan I will be back for you later. You might want to prepare yourself.” And then he was gone and Gargan felt the cold of the grave seep into him as Spider’s last words finally sunk in.

“Hmmm…” Spider thought to himself as he looked over the strewn bodies of the AIM soldiers and technicians that had tried to stop him from entering this research facility, “that was easier than I expected.”
“It is our bonding.” Thought his Other. “Such is our merging that together we are three times what you were before, and that is more than you realize. You had twice the strength and speed you thought you had but deep down you feared it and blocked half of it. Only in moments of extreme duress would you access your full abilities. Only in those few rare moments when life and death of others hung on the line did you become everything you were capable of being. You burned away those restraints and came to me at your full strength and now together we are so much more.”
“Good. Now let’s see if this place has anything we can use.” Later after his search he removed all the AIM personnel and webbed them up outside sent a message to SHIELD to pick them up and trashed the place. As he was leaving he thought, “Well we found a couple of things but still need more.”
“Where to find what we need?” asked his other.

“Well if science can’t produce what we need maybe magic can.”

Nicholas Scratch was communing with the mystical forces that were his means to power, trying to discover a way to increase his powers so that he could finally defeat his Mother Agatha Harkness. From behind him a hand reached out of the shadows and gripped his shoulder in an unyielding grip as a cold voice said.
“Hey Scratch, I have a deal for you.” Scratch tried to jump away from the touch and whirl around to confront the person who had invaded his lair but the iron grip on his shoulder could not be budged.
“Who are you?” he asked clearly unnerved.
“You might have known of me as Spiderman.”
“Parker! I heard about that. Hell everyone heard about that.” He fired a mystic blast at the form hidden in the shadows behind him but a tug on his shoulder ruined his aim and the bolt missed its target and smashed a set of shelves set on a far wall. He conjured some light overhead and was about to fire again when the iron grip on his shoulder shook him just hard enough to sink home the fact that so long as that hand remained locked on his shoulder he wasn’t going to get a clean shot off. Just as he was about to take more drastic measures to escape, the black and red clad figure spoke again.
“Knock it off Scratch! You’re wasting both our time.”
“Look Parker I didn’t have anything to do with that! I wasn’t involved!”
“Of course you weren’t. If you had I wouldn’t be talking with you now. Instead of just holding your shoulder I would have ripped your arm off and shoved it up your ass so far you could pick your nose from the inside.”
“Ok that’s a disturbing image even for me. So you’re not here to attack and don’t seem to be here to foil my latest, evil plot. Why are you here?”
“I need a couple of items. Things my normal mystic contacts would be, unwilling, to supply me with.”
“Look Parker I’m sure you’re a likable enough fellow but I don’t work charity cases.”
“I could offer you your life but it’s easier to make this a straight business deal. It just so happens that I’m prepared to pay and pay well for quality work.”
“So what’s to prevent me from giving you bogus items? It’s not hard to guess who and what you want them for. Some of those people might be able to track such items back to me and they would be very unhappy with me. Besides you and I are traditionally on opposing sides.”
“Three reasons. One the only side you take is your side. You could care less about anyone else. Two, you only get half the money I’m offering up front. The rest will be handed over after they have been successfully used. Three, if you try and screw me over I’ll find you again and do things that will make my earlier promise seem tame.”
“Fair enough, what do you need and what are you offering for it?”
“For payment I can offer One Hundred million in untraceable funds siphoned off of AIM.”
“One Hundred million?!? What the hell could you possibly want that would be worth that much?”
“Relax! I don’t need anything major or end of the world. I’m simply counting on your greed to ensure you do quality work to get the second half of that money.”
“I wouldn’t have thought you’d be that cynical. Although considering why you’re here in the first place it makes sense. Ok Parker what do you want?”
Parker is dead I’m just Spider now. As for what I …” Spider broke off as he noticed something lying on a shelf across the room. “Hey isn’t that Thunderstrike’s Mace? I thought it was destroyed when he died?”
“Yes it is. I acquired it after he died using it to destroy the Bloodaxe. I had hoped to siphon off the mystical energy associated with it but that was all used up. Now it’s just a virtually unbreakable mace made of Asgardian Uru metal, of no use to me at all. You can have it if you like. It’s just taking up space.”
“I think I will. Now as for what I came here for…”
Later after their business was concluded and he was leaving Spider thought to himself, “Ok that’s all the preparation, now it’s time to get to work.”
“Yes!” agreed the symbiote, “It is time.”

To be continued. Next Chapter Hobgoblin
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