Hello everyone, we are here with a crossover fic! This fic involves a crossover between Venom (2018) and Into the Spiderverse and will focus on Peter B and Eddie (and Venom) and may include Deadpool if the plot works out. For now, read on and enjoy!

Spiderman and Venom are the property of Marvel and Sony

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Peter lands on his bed with a jolt, objects clatter around him and fall to the ground as the force from cross-dimensional travel dies away. There is a piece of pizza on the ceiling, it is old, maybe a week old, and it smells, in a way that is not at all pleasant to enhanced super senses. Peter stares at the slice of pizza for a long time and just breathes, the last image in his mind of Miles looking at him with confidence, lights and worlds melding around them, repeating his words. He hadn't known he had wanted kids, that he could want kids until he met Miles.

Some part of him is still stuck in Miles' dimension wondering how the kid faired against King Pin, wondering if he left the kid to die. That thought curls bitterly in his stomach, brings bile to the back of his throat (that could also be the rotting pizza on the ceiling). Peter doesn't know, but what he does know is that it is a leap of faith.

He continues to stare at the pizza feel his atoms settle (is that even a tangible feeling?) as he stares at the ceiling and tries to process everything that has happened. He isn't alone. The thought strikes like lighting, like his spider-sense when he first met everyone. It's a strange feeling this kinship that can only be shared between people like you, who share the same experiences. It isn't the same as meeting another super, not when most of them are the more global sort of supers. No these are people who share a similar backstory, who know the exhilaration of freefalling through the air, the pain of a loss you could have prevented, the experience of sticking to a wall and trying to get unstuck, the feeling of being your friendly neighbourhood spider person.

And now he's alone again, unable to contact them unless he wants to tear the multiverse in two. The thought sweeps like a wave through him and drowns him beneath the current. Because Peter's in his universe again, he's been gone for who knows how long, and he needs to try again with MJ. He's scared. But he's not alone even if he can't see the others. He knows they're out there, Gwen, Noir, Peni, Spiderpig (how?), Miles, and probably a thousand different incarnations of Spiderman.

Peter sighs and if possible, slumps deeper into the mattress, he's tired and wants to embrace the sweet comfort of death (sleep) but he needs to see what's happened. Needs to be Spiderman. He's at an impasse. So, Peter continues to stare at the ceiling feeling as if he's drifting, from everything, the worry, the flux of emotions that the other universe had brought with all the kick of the Green Goblin, until its just Peter and the slice of pizza on the ceiling and the sounds of the city fading in and out of the background.

Disassociation was cool. Granted Harry had told Peter this when they had been at a party in college high off their asses, so the validation of the statement was lacking but Peter couldn't find the gravity to care. Thinking of Harry often hurt in any case so Peter let his thoughts drift away from the memory of his friend grinning at disobeying his father and drinking cheap beer.

He should go out, patrol, take advantage of the high of a recent battle, go over his speech to MJ, even read a newspaper, do anything. Peter continued to lay on his bed. He continued to breathe great heaving breaths that filled his lungs echoed the old pain in his spine, the ache in his body from battle, it was enough to push him into rolling over so he could groan into the bed sheets. The walls were thin, thin enough that his neighbour (a guy who had never quite left the scene phase) had complained about how frequently he opened and closed his window so much so that Peter had resorted to going out from the rooftop on some nights.

Peter groaned as he rolled onto something hard, it dug into his thigh and the tv switched on with a click. Ah, it was the tv remote. The tv was an old thing, something he had likely grown up with in his childhood, sitting at the breakfast table as Aunt May poured over the newspaper and cooked breakfast at the same time.

"This evening we receive information that Carlton Drake, the famous entrepreneur behind Life Foundation has died in a pyrotechnic accident during liftoff of one of his rockets. The accident was due to leakage in the fuel pipes that caused an explosion upon liftoff. Little is known as to why a rocket was launched ahead of schedule at the Life Foundation facilities but currently there is not a representative to speak about the issue. We will bring you more on the story when we receive more information. Next, we will talk about local artist Sandra Smith and her…"

Peter tuned out the rest of the newscast as he rolled over to stare at the tv screen watching as footage played of an explosion rocking the night sky and various pieces of debris flying through the sky. Peter squinted, so someone had taken down Life Foundation while he had been gone. He had been investigating the private company from afar after the crash that had happened in Malaysia.

Wade had been the one to suggest it with that earnest expression accompanied by a good ten-minute argument with the boxes Peter couldn't see about the multiverse. Which actually made sense now that Peter thought about it. He rolled off the bed with a groan of pain before he rolled to his feet with a great heaving motion that pulled at the muscles in his back as he stumbled towards his laptop.

The screen was too bright in the dim lighting of Peter's shabby apartment, but he ignored it but for a token wince as he searched the news for the past week (he had been gone a week, it had been three days in Miles' universe, curse interdimensional travel). There was footage of a creature of some sorts in the streets of San Francisco, evidence of Carlton Drake's experiments on the homeless, and an article by Eddie Brock who had been fired after an incident Peter only vaguely recalled.

Oh, and there was something going around eating the heads of attempted rapists. Great. Peter placed his head in his hands, it wasn't his jurisdiction he hoped. Peter sighed and rose to his feet scrubbing a hand over his week-old stubble he paced to the window and stared at the city below and above.

A leap of faith.

Peter tugged on his mask and lifted open the window, screw his neighbour, and crouched on the ledge as he breathed in home. Brooklyn had a distinct smell, something that was impossible to replicate or even attempt to describe. His Brooklyn was different from Miles' whose Brooklyn was probably different from Gwen's. Brooklyn was its own entity Peter decided as he stared at the city below and stepped outside.

He falls, and the city reaches out and wraps around him, the air roars past him and gravity disappears, he is alive. The web goes taut as it attaches to a building and Peter is repeating the motion, he taught Miles releasing the line and firing out a new one as he swings through the city. His spider-sense hums low and cautious directing him to the north of the city as the wind whistles around him and the city inhaled and exhaled below.

He hears the screams before he sees it. Peter halts and changes direction letting his spider-sense guide him through the narrow alleyways until he reaches one cloaked in darkness and the weakly fluttering light of a nearby street lamp. There was a woman, blond hair bright in a way that catches at Peter and aches in his chest like an old wound reopened. Then he sees the…thing, the mass of seeping darkness coiled and swallowing the shadows as it bites off the head of a man cloaked in a foul sort of aura.

Peter's heart stutters in his chest, because this? This is terrifying. But Peter drops to the mouth of the alley with an audible noise and leans casually against the wall crossing his arms over his chest. The woman has stopped screaming she glances at the creature her chest heaving before her eyes dart to Peter and he nods once with a carefully telegraphed smile. The woman runs out of the alleyway her purse and the sound of heels echoing behind her.

The creature turns its eyes on Peter, they're opalescent and shiny like pearls, and its skin is veined like ore for all its void like darkness. The creature tilts its head and stares Peter with an almost suspicious curve of its face.

"You're a bit out of town huh?"

Peter said casually resisting the urge to run his finger over his web-slinger. The creature stiffens before the black goo melts away, recedes until there is a man who is familiar to Peter if only because of the work he did. Eddie Brock, he looks worn and yet far better than he ever had on the tv as he cracked the newest corruption scandal.

There's worry on the man's features as if he is preparing to fight Peter, which you know he kind of wants to avoid. He's had a long day. Peter places his hands up slowly and adds, "You eat heads often? Cause that's kind of a no go."

Brock laughed, it was a bit of an uneasy sound as he rubbed at the back of his head before he shook his head and replied, "No, only the really bad people. I-I have a parasite."

"A parasite?!"

The creature appeared shrieking in outrage at Brock who glanced first at Peter before returning to the creature he apologized, "I'm sorry V, I don't mean it, it's just hard to explain."

"Can we eat the spider?"

The creature asked, and Peter didn't know whether to feel scared, worry, or offended. Brock's eyes went wide, and his mouth opened and closed for a moment before he replied outraged, "No we cannot eat Spiderman! He's a hero V, he saves the city like twice a week."

"So, he is not a loser like us."

The creature replied with something that was definitely a shit-eating grin. Brock glared at the creature and Peter felt a tiny bit sorry for the reporter even if he was kind of lost so, he added, "I'm a bit of a loser too. Not as much as the villains who think that a hotel is a good base of operations."

Brock cracks a grin that makes him look like a puppy, even as the creature glances between Peter and his… host? The creature tilted its head and asked, "So we can't eat the tiny spider?"

"I'm not tiny!"

"No!"

Peter protested even as Brock yelled at his… parasite? He wasn't tiny, Brock was taller than Peter and well… broader (his gut didn't count). But he wasn't tiny other supers were just freakishly large. Peter couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped at the strange situation, he was in an alleyway talking with an alien species and former reporter Eddie Brock. He had not expected his patrol to go this way.

Brock stared for a moment before he grinned, in the darkness of the alleyway, the expression was unfairly sexy. Running a hand through his hair Brock stared at the alien for a moment before he said, "We only eat really bad people."

"Oh, like pedophiles, rapists, and Mariah Carey during Christmas?"

Brock stared for a long moment that almost made Peter self-conscious before Brock cracked another grin accompanied by a huff of laughter and nodded. Finally, he replied, "Yeah. We're uh here because I'm covering a story. Might be in town a while."

Peter pursed his lips for a moment, he could insist that Brock leave but a few headless criminals would probably lower the crime rate for a good week. Part of him, the part that still held onto a tiny fragment of hope and morality said they should stop Brock from killing people. The rest of him that had been acquainted with Deadpool for fifteen years (fifteen years!) and was Very Exhausted™ knew better.

"Cool. Best of luck then, try to keep the head chomping to a minimum."

Peter flashed the finger guns and shot a web onto the far building and leapt into the sky landing on a building that overlooked the alley he peered over the edge at Brock who was arguing with the alien. Shaking his head with a grin, Peter turned and let the hum of his spidey sense guide him as he flew through the air. Everything else seemed to fall away as he plummeted towards the ground only to jerk upwards at the last moment. It was freedom, it was living.

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Thank you all for reading! I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. I have a question for y'all, would you like to see Deadpool in the story? And would you like for this to become an ot3? Reviews/comments are always appreciated, till next time!