- Summary - 10 years after the bite, and he was reunited with the symbiote. He was separated from MJ, but he'd found another woman to lean on. With his newfound strength, he was ruthless; unstoppable even. It was too perfect to last when an old foe crept back, back and better than ever. All was not as it seemed with our hero. He was back in black, but not for long. -SpiderCat/SpiderSable- MA

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"Example..." - Normal, Speech said in English with or without a Symkarian accent

"Example..." - Italics, Speech is said in Symkarian

Still Connected

- Next Day -

- Silver Sable - Symkaria - 11:20AM -

She was there in the gymnasium, dressed in her training gear; a general training vest and strong but flexible sweatpants. Barefoot, she stood in a general fighting position, with her knees bent and feet apart, planted and stabilised firmly into the ground. She had her hands up in guard, her weaker hand, her left side, balled into a fist and protecting her face as a guard, with her attacking hand, her right, again in a fist but it was instead besides her waist. Her hips were square to the punching bag she had just sent reeling with a quick thrust of her right, attacking again by pivoting on her front leg and delivering a spinning heel-kick with her right foot, making clean contact with the bag, almost dusting it off as she sent it once again swinging back and forth.

She stopped for a moment to take a breath, feeling her knuckles swelling behind the hand tape she used to protect her weapons. She looked around the gymnasium, to see both female and male mercenaries and soldiers training too, vigorously working their bodies to defend and attack for their queen and country. The shots she heard from the shooting ranges did not even make her flinch as the queen struck another jab into her punching back, following through with a heavier punch with her opposite hand and then keeping her momentum as she stepped in to throw a side kick, followed by a sweep. Not that the sweep did much good on a punching bag anyway, considering the target was already off the ground. You could say Sable just got caught up in the moment when she got down low and span as she threw her leg across the floor. Her mind was still occupied by the news she was getting about the events in New York following the attack on the Embassy. Was she planning to go back there and help? Yes; it was a debt she had to repay for Spider-Man saving her life in the explosion. But what if Spider-Man were to wake up in her absence? What would her people explain to him - not even half the Symkarian population was even fluent in English. Anyway, she was not even sure if she and her mercenaries on their own could stop the Green Goblin. According to the Spider, he was one of the most notoriously dangerous and resilient foes he had faced - even being on par with Venom at certain times, though nothing to the extent of holding a candle to the likes of somebody like Cletus Kassady, better known as Carnage. Well, there was that one special mercenary she had. The extremely annoying talkative one she had sent to eliminate Taskmaster, one of Symkaria's most wanted. He did try hitting on Sable at one point, though. Ew, she thought. Regardless, perhaps he could have turned the tide in power, but it seems like he had disappeared after collecting his payment. Regardless of his mouth, that merc sure had talent and skill. What a shame.

Sablinova was interrupted when one of the nurses had rushed to her side, though keeping her composure. Sable turned to her wordlessly, listening to what she had to say.

"Queen Sablinova, there is unrecognised brain activity going on with the foreigner, and he seems to be squirming, yet he is still unconscious! There is visible sweat running down his forehead and his heart rate is unsteady," the nurse told Sable, who was immediately startled by this exclamation.

- Spider-Man - 11:23AM -

Peter lay on top of the hospital bed, completely naked excluding the white boxers he had for his underwear, connected to IVs and a heart monitor. His facial hair had grown out to a flat, mud-brown beard and moustache, which connected to each other and his beard to his sideburns. His hair hadn't been combed or cleaned in a while and it was beginning to look unkept with strands and tufts of his hair erratically standing in places. He had begun to grow a small amount of body hair, though they were kept to a minimum and barely visible. And right the nurse was, with sweat breaking out of each one of Peter's pores, the lighting from the medical equipment giving his fair-white skin a sweaty glow. The heart monitor beeped erratically, going up and down, down and up. He seemed to be squirming in paralysis, and he was standing up, one could argue that his legs would give way and he would probably look crippled...

- Green Goblin/Symbiote/Mysterio - Underground Lair - 11:23AM -

...Crippled. That is exactly how Norman Osborn looked right now, barely able to stand as he crumpled to one knee, sweating behind the goblin armour he seemed to have never leave after forcing the bond between him and Venom. The big bad was struggling to move on the spot, feeling his mind buzzing as if he was drunk, though at least a dozen times more potent, and his skull began to feel as if it was the most brittle item in the world, and could snap even if something as little as a child's toy bell would chime upon the frame. If he was not wearing his suit, the stench that his sweat had caused on his body would be enough to keep his mother away. The symbiote though, felt like it was part of the root of the problem - in an indirect way, it was. It felt as if Black was pulling away from the Green Goblin, and was reaching for something - no - someone else. But it was not a physical pull; it felt psychological, and that is exactly what it was. Mysterio stood, not particularly concerned, but he was not carefree either - he would, if he could, try and find out the root of his problem, but it is not like he is Doctor Strange or Charles Xavier. Screw it, Mysterio said to himself, knowing that if he stood there idly like a moron he would be as good as dead to his employer. Though, still he did not have an idea on how to approach the current situation. He seemed to have pulled something out from the hole in between his cheeks when he suddenly felt a strong connection to the event happening before him. His augmented 'magic' seemed to have attracted to Goblin before him for some reason, almost as if it was lost in a part of itself that had been seperated from the main source. He tried casting a spell from the recent birth of his new power, though the spell he casted seemed to have come straight out of his mouth by instinct in regards to the situation. He had sung a similar spell to the one he had used when he had put Spider-Man in his dream of desires, though once he did say the same spell, he almost felt like it had magnetised with the events before him, and Quentin Beck, the phony illusionist gone serumed-super-villain, was sure that Green Goblin's condition was connected to his reality spell. The Green Goblin's heart was erratically beating, and for a reason unbeknownst to him, though completely beknownst to the menacing Mysterio, his adrenaline spiked for a second, and Venom began feeding off the sudden surge until they were both sated, and Osborn had felt like he had just woken up from a lucid dream and had a hangover. It took a while, but the Goblin finally made it up to both feet, eyes flashing behind the mask as if his brain had just been zapped and he had just suffered a slight memory corruption. Mysterio simply glared at him from behind his smoky, chrome fish-bowl of a helmet, and Goblin had appeared to return to his regular senses as if nothing had happened.

- Black Cat - New York City Rooftops - 11:30AM -

I should have just stayed in my penthouse, she thought, as the leather-black-clad, feline, proffessional burglar dropped down from her perch on somebody else's balcony, landing on a fire escape below as she began to discreetly inspect the expensive necklace she had just swiped off of a couple stupid enough to leave their windows wide open in a place as crime-ridden as New York City. Going out for 'shopping' was not particularly the main reason she had stepped out of her penthouse at this time of day - it was actually very far from it. But, being the kitten that she is, Felicia Hardy just could not help herself as she came across an oppurtunity as easy and doable as this one. She hung the necklace over one of her titanium, extendable claws, specifically the claw on her right middle finger, and she inspected the fine intricacies etched into each of the solid-gold beads, but nothing stuck out more than the way the pearlescent crystal in the middle of a golden frame in the middle of the beads caught the pale sunlight. It was almost blinding, and she looked at it with a cocky and prideful expression, her red lipstick standing out from the pale skin on her face, a dimple forming on her right cheek from where her lip jutted out in her smirk. But that smirk had quickly changed into a sad pout as she had remembered the true reason she had come out at this time, when she looked over the fire escape to see all the civilians and possible eye-witnesses in the busy streets of New York. She figured it was time to disappear; she could already her the complaining of the woman she robbed above her, and she was on her way.

This is it; finally, this is it. It is really happening. Black Cat was going to stand against Norman Osborn, and take a risk that would highly endanger her life. But she had to do it, in order to right the wrongs that she had done to the man she still had feelings for, even if she had forgotten that she did for a while. She was too consumed by her false hatred to feel those feelings before, but the truth was revealed, and those temporarily dormant feelings had won against her hatred and anger, that had now shifted from one man to another. She did not hate Spider-Man anymore; she wasn't wrong to, but she just didn't understand. Her hatred now lies with Norman Osborn, the man who used her father's supposed 'death' against her - to manipulate her - when in truth, Osborn held him alive and captive all along. The feelings she still had for Spider-Man, the love she had, had forced her into taking probably the riskiest decision of her life in order to do right by Peter Parker. But, she needed help from a few of his friends, first, and to eliminate the threat that she was to herself, everyone and everything around her. It's now or never, Felish. You gotta try to at least get this bomb outta you - even if it kills you in the process. It's a hell of a shot, but you can't turn back now. It's only a couple blocks away.

From building to building she leapt, pounced and parkoured, using her claws and grapple gun to traverse and scale buildings, as she sprinted against walls and stuck to the shadows. Her rate and breathing rate increased as she worked more with her limbs, increasing her pace as she went, her platinum-blond hair riding the gust of the wind. The cat could feel her feet pulse against the ground, and her legs moved in a rythmic fashion as she glided across the upper rooftops.

After several more paces she had reached her destination, and the cat sat suspended in between a narrow cranny between buildings, beautifully concealed in the fading shadows of the alleyway thanks to the colours and stealthiness of the attire the master-thief chose as her party outfit and work uniform. Her emerald eyes laid upon the building within her proximity, and she continued to keep herself perched in between the brick structures besides her. She was still contemplating on whether or not it was a good idea to follow through with it and ask for help from them - she hated every bit of having to throw away her pride for a while, and ask for help from Peter's work colleauges. It really affected her pride. Ew, she thought. Not in disgust, but just the feeling of having to do something so out of her character, and her about to go there now having to come up with something to turn the tides in her favour - of course by now, Max Modell and the rest of Horizon would know about the recent clashing between her and the Spider. Mentally, she said to hell with it; she threw away her pride to save her life, and to seek allegiance with her ex and favourite insect. Oh wait - if Peter was here, and heard me say that out loud, he'd tell me Spiders are arachnids, Felicia thought to her self, already having made it up to the edge of one of the brick walls she was perched in between, fighting back a smirk, partially knowing she didn't really deserve to be joking about with his memories.

'Clang!'

Felicia had dropped her figure atop the Labs, landing on a sturdy glass pane with a certain deadly elegance. She went down and lay there, pressed against the glass, and she could feel how the Sun's rays had heated up the material, and she could feel the piercing warmth against her skin even through her tight leather. She continued by retratcing her lethal claws, and then put the edge of her hands against the glass, putting her face in between as she looked down and through, blocking out the Sun and the passing light to prevent double and distorted images. Clearly, she could see, though the tighter she pushed herself and looked down for a better view, the hotter the glass became on the edge of her hands and frame. Her hair lay spread apart behind her, drooping down her neck and part of her back, the rest spread out in unnatural sways on her sides, blocked by her hands. Her legs and breasts were pushed up against the glass, and though she could see clearly inside, it was becoming uncomfortable so she switched her position, getting up onto her knees as she continued to look. There wasn't anything special going on from where she currently was; that was as far as she knew though; the building was a little more than average in size. Her eyes rolled around in their sockets for her to try and find anything or anyone, though from her position all she saw were outlines of several projects and laboratories. She could just barely make out the word 'reverbium' labelled across document files and sealed boxes. Whatever that is. The Black Cat decided to stand up on her two feet, having no luck. What was I looking for anyway? An excuse to not do this? I already have a few to do this. She flipped herself over the edge of the building, even surprising herself in how she had not had any witnesses to her location out in broad daylight - she almost forgot that she was still wanted by the New York Police Department. As she flipped her body over the edge, she tensed her hands into a heavy fist and then sharply snapped them open, widening her hand-span to maximum on both hands to activate her claws. She scrambled down the edge of the building, harmlessly ragdolling herself until she gained her bearings and jabbed her clawed hands into the side of the concrete building structure. She leveraged herself so she was crouching against the wall, then she began to crawl around in a feline fashion, with her shoulders slightly raised and on her feet and knees. She crawled around a corner to the back, edging towards the bottom of the building, making sure to avoid the sight-lines of the pedestrians. As she neared towards the window, she could see part of the team there, and the short group at this time only consisted of Max Modell himself, his husband Hector Baez, and Grady Scraps. Unable to resist her urges-turned-natural-instinct, she went into one of her pouches, pulling out a tiny cat-shaped chip, placing it against the window. She pressed it once, activating the device, which near-silently hummed for a few seconds, before the cat-eyes lit up in a dim white. Felicia's little kitty had connected to her ear-piece, and now she could listen in to the conversation the group was having. The device on the window collected all the oscilations from the soundwaves, isolating vocal reverbs and it was wirelessly linked to her comms. When she did connect, she instantly regretted it, feeling her heart suddenly weigh a tonne as she heard the voices.

As much as she wanted to just rip the cat chip away from the glass as fast as possible, something had stopped her inside. She had to hear this. To make sure it was as real as it felt, she looked through the glass to see the lip movement of the speaker, and sure enough they were completely in sync with the audio she heard in her ear. Spider-Man's disappearance, she heard. Green Goblin's return, she heard. The missing Venom suit, she heard, knowing full well what had happened - and it didn't take much for the minds at the labs to theorize the correct answer anyway, considering the new black-veined Green Goblin armour flying around New York as evidence. But what killed her more than anything was the mentioning of her name - The Black Cat's allegiance with the Green Goblin, she heard. Though, she held on to a string of hope when she heard, Mr. Parker was saying that his ex was forced, even though she knew that she was all willing - in the beginning - and she knew that he knew too, and tried to cover up the fact. She sighed with a passion in a nasal manner. But now, she was here. Here to get her bomb removed, if possible. Perhaps that could be the best excuse to use, but it would take her a whole lot of explaining and persuading to do.

She severed the connection between the chip and her comms, placing the chip away in a pouch, then she went lower to the floor that they were on, proceeding to open the window from the outside, picking the lock with her claws. Alright, Lisha. Now's your chance.

She slid open the window, but stopped when she heard a familiar tone ringing in the communications radio in her ear. She stopped with deep regret and annoyance, answering it, knowing full-well what was on the other side.

"Miss Hardy, your presence is required," Mysterio wasn't exactly the voice she expected, but anything was better and more refreshing than that sad, sick crap of a man called Norman Osborn. She had nothing negative against Quentin Beck, but she had nothing positive for him either, considering he, like her, assisted the Goblin in putting Peter away. Alas, she could not help but feel more than a little angered and dissapointed with the timing. She had no choice - she was a living bomb, and the big bad could set her off any second. That's all that was on her mind, considering how maybe she was this close to becoming free again, after a relentless barrage of irrational instructions. For fuck's sake, she thought.

- Mysterio's Reality - 25 Minutes Ago -

"For once, maybe," Peter spoke the the female sitting across the table to him, after he had just swallowed his first piece of freshly-baked lemon cake, as MJ chewed on her toasted waffles, with raspberry sauce, whipped cream and fresh fruit. "For once, I would like to have the newer ice creams be cheaper." He spoke, wiping his mouth with a napkin, as he looked over at the menu in the dessert shop, seeing how the brand-new ice-cream sundae's pricing was pretty much a scam selling at $7.99. His 'girlfriend' shook her head with a red-lipped smile on her face. And wierdly enough, a slim, though not skinny waitress in plain white polo uniform and trousers, and with black lockes of hair had approached their table, specifically approaching Peter. MJ glanced over at Peter with a raised brow and a smirk, then looked over at the waitress, with Peter following suite.

"Congratulations, sir, miss. You are our 1000th costumer of the day; as is the routine every day, the 1000th customer and their party are entitled to a free dessert of their choice. Will you be taking advantage of this oppurtunity?" the waitress kindly asked, hands behind her back.

Peter and MJ both could not believe it; the typical, evil, most-of-the-time-realistically-bullshit 'Parker Luck' had... been good to them?

Whatever, they'd take it.

With their brains in sync, knowing exactly what they wanted, Mary Jane and Peter Parker both said in unison, "We'll take the new couple's ice-cream special."

The waitress nodded without an expression, replying with, "Then enjoy your dessert. We hope you enjoy," she spoke, finally not looking like a programmed robot anymore, taking their order with a smile as she left.

"That," MJ began, looking back at her brown-eyed lover, said, "Was unexpectedly refreshing. You wanted something... and you actually got it."

"Yeah, well," Peter spoke, for some unknown reason feeling like the happiest man alive, "That's not the first time I get what I desire," Pete said, clearly hinting at MJ at his future plans for later on, to which she caught on to, and mirrored his smirk. "But you're ri-"

And he was interrupted by the sound of wailing sirens, to which his happy expression immediately went blank, and he looked out the cafe' window to see the boys in blue zoom past in their cars, which flashed with alternating red and blue lighting from the sirens. He looked at his girfriend who was as amused as he was, then he looked back out and watched the cars go down the streets, with pedestrian vehicles who honked their horns at the speedy, careless, though accurate driving. He turned to the red-head.

"I should probably..." he spoke, looking back at the cars turning the corner, "I should probably go, uh..."

"You probably should..." MJ replied, just as the aforementioned waitress set down the dessert, and once again like a robot, set off with no questions, attending to the dozen tables of other customers.

"...Go, do that," Peter said, springing up from his chair, dusting his blue button shirt, pulling them out of his trousers to get ready to go 'change'. "See you tonight, red?" he quickly asked.

"Of course..." MJ replied in a sultry voice, almost in a way as if she wanted to tempt him, Peter almost growling on the inside. "Now go get 'em, tiger."

And Peter was off, but he stopped himself for a second, turning around, and slowly dashing his wallet towards her, though he embarassingly missed the shot, and his possession landed into the free dessert, thus ending the good luck streak, just as MJ took the first - now only - mouthfull of it. "I'm sorry!" he said, beginning to walk off, still facing her, MJ not amused, "Just take whatever for the bill!" he spoke turning around and walking out of the cafe', then breaking out into a full sprint along the streets, dodging into an alleyway.

Seconds later, out of the other end of the alley, he shot up out of the sky like a red and black firework, with two free webs hanging by his side, catching the wind to indicate he had just used them to slingshot himself up and over. As he catapulted through the air, the hero, whose name had been cleared in recent 'weeks', began his pursuit after the NYPD. He fired a web at a building as he swung through, weaving over obstacles and swinging under structures. He skimmed and barrelled through flocks of pigeons in the air, until he suddenly felt a similar sensation in his mind - a certain dizziness - one that he hadn't felt in 'months'. The sudden feeling almost caused him to lose control, and behind his mask, his eyes grew wide when he came to, but it was too late. With a painful crash, Peter had just managed to release his web-line in time to stop himself from breaking his own nose and breaking a few ribs when his body collided with the wall of a building in Manhattan. He stuck against the wall for a few seconds, coughing up his lungs, as the impact had him winded.

"Aw... man..." Spider-Man spoke in receding pain, realising that if he stayed there a second longer, he would lose the cops. With a push, he kicked off the building, and having lost his momentum, he started to swing, though he started off slow as he had to use his strength to drive his weight forward. His pace picked up, though Peter continued to feel uneasy, his head feeling drowsy and painful at the same time - almost as if someone or something was calling to him - in his mind, though, constantly. After one or two miss-hits and fails, and after a few close-calls, Spidey finally made it to the NYPD cars, and he then released the web-line in his hand, breaking into a dive. He felt the backdraft of the wind, and he felt his head getting heavier - it was either the dizziness, or the blood was rushing to his head. His costume tightened against his muscular figure the faster he went, the wind flattening the flexible, yet protective kevlar-weave material against his body, and seconds before impact he spun a twin web to skim the road as he begun a speedy swing. He greeted the rest of New York, as he sent himself flying through mid-air, and then used his webbing to fire himself on top of a police car, landing with a slight 'thud'. The wailing of the sirens was already too loud for him - maybe this was a bad idea; he should just swing forth and find the danger himself. And again, his head felt like it was being creamed, and he blacked out for a quick second, almost losing his balance and stumbling off the top of the police car, using a web to steady himself, pulling himself to the centre of the vehicle. But after that, he could feel something in his head - calling for him - stronger this time, tugging in a direction - it wasn't his spider-sense, but if anything, Peter knew this had to be the commotion. To hell with it, Spidey thought, ditching the police car, and following the painful compass in his head.

Coincidentally enough, the closer he got to wherever the hell his head was taking him, though not far, the feeling of pain and dizziness seemed to become less potent. The A.I. in his mask he had developed and modified further after he and his good friend and colleague Max Modell had created it had then warned Peter of two life-forms, two heat signatures on the building around the corner. And when he did turn that corner, he had nearly released the webbing in his hand due to the utter shock of what he had saw.

"Is that-" Spidey began, "-Is that Venom?! And the Green Goblin?! I haven't seen that black behemoth since he chased Gargan during that one retreival mission with Sable! And Goblin! Out of hiding, following the attack on the Embassy! But what's really shocking is that they're fighting... each other?"

And as soon as he said that, Peter had landed on the building with the perfect front row seats, witnessing the clash.

"On second thoughts, I think Goblin's attacking Venom... who's trying to..."

Spider-Man looked closer into the battle, and Venom had no problem holding his own against him - hell, they both knew Venom could win - but it's as if he was playing keep away, and trying to get to something else. Venom had caught sight of Spider-Man up above, and Spidey caught onto Venom, but there was no hostility or aggression in the glare - only tension, which Peter caught onto.

"...Trying to get to me?"

It seems that the police had lost them, for the cars had already sped a block forward away from their supposed target, but after that, Spidey snapped into his senses and realised this wasn't a show to be watched; these were two potential dangers to NY, though Venom was somewhere along the lines of in-between, considering his 'lethal protector' shtick. Without hesitating any further, the hero dropped down, and intervened in the fight, deciding to side with Venom, since he and Eddie were friends now, anyway. Anyway, if what Venom was saying before was true, they had no intention to kill or attack Peter Parker. Plus, there's a better chance of winning in the long run, anyway. As he landed, Peter ran over to a distracted Goblin, then from behind, he sprang at him, crossing his legs around his throat like scissors, using his momentum to floor the startled villain, Venom unphased. After that, following through as quick as possible, Spidey changed his web-shooter settings to plain fluid, and he kept his fingers on the trigger of his right hand, the adhesive coming out in ropes of liquid through the twin nozzels, and he moved his hand back and forth like a nozzel spraying icing over a cake. Wary of his remaining web fluid, Peter ceased when he felt that Goblin was secure enough in the hardening liquid to buy him some time to catch up.

"So, Gobby. You got what you wanted - what's your motivation now? Why are you back? And why are you after Eddie? Didn't die as easily as you thought he would?" Spider-Man asked, crouching next to the Goblin's menacingly-masked head.

Venom wasted no time in interrupting the conversation, using tendrils to wrap around Spidey's arm, diverting his attention to the Klyntar as Venom yanked him slightly towards him. "Eddie," the Klyntar growled, "Is not here, Peter. Neither am I. Neither is he," Venom said pointing a clawed hand at the Goblin, who had kept his composure as the web began to harden and cocoon around him. "Neither are you, Peter."

Spidey had very clearly been affected by the exclamation, and had looked up at Venom, whose tongue had just snaked back into its toothy jaw in a flash of green-white saliva. Pete was very confused, keeping his composure, though staying on edge as he asked, "What do you mean?"

"This is all just an illusion, Peter. One played by Beck, one that seems very real to you," Venom snarled, edging towards Spider-Man, who cautiously planted his feet and bent his knees in anticipation.

"No, you're wrong," Spidey spoke, not at all persuaded by his former enemy/ally or whatever he thought of him. "This is real!"

"No, it is you who is wrong. I know you have no reason to believe me, but search for the doubts you have inside! You did not really think you would get Mary Jane Watson back after what happened, did you? I know it is your strongest desire. Mysterio's spell has you in a false world based around your strongest desire!" Venom growled, the humanoid beast of a figure transforming its shape.

As it did so, Peter was still in denial, somewhat angered by the claim. "But MJ-"

"Is a fake!" Venom growled, as his body transformed into his natural Klyntar form, his teeth jutting out of his jaw erratically, and his large white eyes glaring at Peter. It pulled itself apart, connected by only tendrils, revealing its empty insides to Pete. "And look at me - no host, you see?!"

Spider-Man was utterly confused, caught off-guard, "You're-"

Venom returned to his dense Klyntar state, continuing, "Alive! That's because this is a false world, and I do not need a host here. In the real world, he, the Green Goblin, Norman Osborn, is my forced host. That is why we are here. You are in a coma, but we are still connected, so we need each other, and New York needs you. Osborn is forcing me with him, and he's got Black Cat under his grasp too, as you know. I'm here because we share a psychological link, and I can communicate with you. And I would be, but this illusion by Mysterio is... complicating things. Goblin, though, right now he is trying to reach me again, before I reach you. He is now part of the link, and now we all share a hive mind. His mental state right now is symmetrical to yours, but I am the root. He reaches me mentally now, I won't be back for a while! This reality is like a gateway, and if I reach you, perhaps I can-"

Spider-Man interrupted, placing a hand up to stop Venom from talking, "So, that night a few weeks ago, that black lettering, in my mirror. That was you!"

Spidey's spider-sense went off, and so did Venom's symbiote sense, and they both looked in the same direction to see the Green Goblin having sliced through the webbing with some kind of plasma blade that sprouted from the gauntlet of his right hand, in the form of a dagger on the back-hand.

"Exactly!" Venom roared, and wasting no time, he cocooned around Peter, forcefully closing in on him, constricting him in his tendrils, as he tried to connect with his mind, "So I will tell you again; WAKE UP!" he growled, having sparked something in both their minds.

- Real World -

- Peter Parker/Symbiote - Symkarian Embassy - 11:20AM -

The symbiote had unexpectedly emerged in the real world, and noticed which familiar body he had been animated as. He saw this as a big oppurtunity, and he decided not to waste it. Of course, though, there had to be a catch. Since not physically attached to Peter, it was as if Venom was in a state of sleep paralysis in Peter, taking accomodation in his mind, unable to directly function the full body. He could move about a few milemeters, but that was about it - so Venom took advantage of this, and began flailing and struggling about, and let out inaudible growls from Peter's vocal cords. To Venom's delight, he was sure that doctors had witnessed or heard the commotion, and some panicked as they walked into the room, and another, he had assumed, had gone to fetch Silver Sable.

After a long minute or so of waiting, he could see from the monitor that Peter's heart rate had increased and saw that his brain activity had been classed as unidentified, just as Sable walked through the doors, in what looked like sportswear.

"Spider?!" she asked, calmly but worriedly and hurriedly striding over to his side, Venom seeing an opportunity for help.

This is our chance, now, Peter. I will help you, after I help myself of the plague that harms us both.

First of all, it started as inaudible groans and growls, but then, with what looked like a zombie speaking, Peter spoke in a gristly tone, "Get Eddie Brock. Help me!" specifically emphasising the me, whilst managing to break through a little, and say that particular word in a tone almost identical to the Klyntar himself. Sable was left started, and began to continue calling his name. 'Spider-Man? Spider-Man?'

Then suddenly, the heart rate drastically shot up, Venom feeling a painful spike, as Peter began to uncontrollably squirm with the Klyntar's own struggling. Sable was shocked, calling in as many doctors who handled this type of stuff. Venom felt the similar pain knowing exactly what it was, and knew that like this, Peter's real body was at stake too, knowing the damage that the psychological link could cause.

- Mysterio's Reality -

Green Goblin held the Spider's throat in one hand, forcefully tearing off the Klyntar with the other, the forced removal causing a spike and a burst of pain from the connection to both parties, Spider-Man in pain but speechless, completely oblivious to what had happened after Venom forcefully took him over again. Spider-Man's mind went haywire, though the feeling went away when Venom managed to spring itself back around Peter and slip out of Osborn's grasp. Not willing to accidentally kill Peter in real life, Venom had ditched the dazed and questionative Spider-Man, giving in to the Green Goblin.

"This suit will remain in my possession, Parker!" the Goblin laughed, "And you can remain brain-dead!"

Venom willingly though reluctantly took over Osborn, until the figure was black-clad.

Peter asked curiously and worriedly, "Black, what you doing?!"

"Saving your life," the alien answered, until Peter felt the similar dizzy, crippling sensation in his brain, looking down towards the floor. The sensation was gone, and he looked up to see that Venom and the Goblin were gone too.

- Real World -

- Green Goblin/Mysterio - The Present -

Goblin had got up off of the floor, returned to his normal mental state of super-insanity. As much as he wanted to harm the symbiote for that gesture, he knew the only way to stay alive right now was to keep Venom alive too. He swallowed his anger, and brushed it aside, and watched as Mysterio approached him.

"Mr. Goblin," Beck began, "Since you have your cure, right now I do not understand your motivation - if you don't mind me asking, why are you still keeping everything going?"

Green Goblin maniacally laughed at this, answering, "Why stop here? My body wasn't the only thing that the Spider-Man stole from me. He stole my son - my reputation. Everything! My name had been taken out of papers! Face off of billboards! And the Spider-Man has his name plastered worldwide!"

Mysterio tilted his head a little, anticipating Osborn's next action.

"It's time Itake what's his, for a change! It will be my name in the media! A new reputation. Some recognition," And a deathly smirk grew out on his face then, "Recognition as New York's best enemy! The biggest crime boss! Or maybe I can bring this city to its knees, then the country, then the world! But... I'll need to increase my subjects, first. I'm sure they'd love a shot at recognition for what they truly are."

Mysterio then asked, genuinely intrigued, "What are you suggesting?"

"Summon Miss Hardy. It's time to talk prison break."

A/N: Early chapter. Surprised? I am. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this update, and I'd like to thank those of you who had reviewed on the last chapter, and gave your input on who you feel Spider-Man should end up with. I won't say who's in the lead right now, but I'll let this be the final chapter before I count the votes and reasons for the next update. So, please do go and leave a review either about the chapter itself, or the end game for Spidey's relationship. And if you want a higher chance of your choice character being the one, drop their name with a valid reason too; it's Black Cat, or Silver Sable.

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