Peter felt amazing. More amazing than he had felt in his entire existence. Yet, the emotions he felt wouldn't allow him to be elated over the power he felt. His heart was heavy and he felt tremendously grieved but most of all, he was angry. That was what fueled him and kept him moving forward. That and the fact that the murderer of his girlfriend was now nowhere near a match for him. It was Osborn that scampered away from Peter as he slowly paced towards him in the building he had thrown him into. It was Osborn that had fear in his eyes and a pounding heart that the new black suit that enveloped Peter's body allowed him to hear. Ossborn cowered before him and Peter loved it.

The green goblin struggled to his feet and wiped his mouth as some of his wounds began to heal. "W-what the hell happened to you?!" he roared. "I broke you! I threw you! You should be dead!" Osborn said. Peter's anger was sparked and he felt something start to twitch on his shoulders. In his shadow, he saw several tendril-like appendages swing behind him.

"I'm not." Peter said, clenching his fist. But soon you will be. The dark secondary thought crept into Peter's and almost exited through Peter's mouth. But he filtered it out. The unrestricted and grave thoughts that only briefly made appearances in his mind earlier had started to come after every sentence Peter finished...ever since this black substance had started to cover him. Peter felt deep down that he should've been worried but in actuality, he was everything but. Every step he took was imbued with power and Peter could tell that Osborn felt it.

"It doesn't matter. Whatever has happened to you, I will still accomplish my goal. You will die, Parker." Osborn said, defiantly. The green goblin growled and flexed his muscles.

"I think you're talking out of fear now. You're done and I'm going to enjoy making you suffer until somebody saves you from me and locks you in a prison." the tendrils on Peter's suit waved behind him and the young hero glowered. He was unsure if he meant his words. He didn't want Osborn to just suffer. He wanted vengeance for Mary Jane. And he would get it, one way or the other.

Peter flung himself himself forward, his head vibrating lightly as Osborn swung a punch at him. After dodging one blow, Peter's head vibrated again. Before he could make his body move, he felt it move on it's own, the black suit enhancing his reflexes briefly. Osborn spat and growled in anger and grabbed for Peter. The young man flipped into the air, before straightening out his body as he hit the top of his jump. Thinking quickly, Peter shot a web line at a brick and flung it at Osborn.

The green goblin watched the brick fly by him and Peter grinned as one of his tendrils shot forward and struck Osborn in the chest and grabbed hold of him. The tendril retracted back into Peter's suit, simultaneously pulling him towards Osborn. But he was coming in far too hot. Peter's vision blurred as the distance between he and Osborn closed and the black suit failed to clear his line of sight in time. His head vibrated but Peter couldn't tell where the attack would come from. He found out when Osborn's arms wrapped around him as his momentum sent them flying out of the building lobby out into the street.

Peter groaned as Osborn held him close to his chest, squeezing him tightly. Osborn's golden eyes gleamed with malice as he gazed into Peter's mask. Peter struggled to wiggle out of Osborn's arms but the monster's grip was too tight. Something began to ripple on his body. The black suit. It was responding to his duress. In a swift motion, Peter's black suit sprouted spiked tendrils that dug in Osborn's arms and chest. Blood spurted onto Peter's mask and Osborn howled as he released him. Peter flipped backwards as the spikes receded back into his body. Osborn clutched at his chest, his crimson blood dripping between his fingers as he panted. Steam slowly rose from his wounds and Peter watched as they closed back within a few moments.

Peter didn't know whether he wanted to grin with satisfaction or feel weirded out by the fact that he wanted to grin right now. A few things had come to his attention in his last exchange with Osborn. He was incredibly resilient. Whatever wounds Peter inflicted on him could be taken care of quickly by his healing factor, granted to him by the super soldier serum running through his veins. This also meant that Peter could drag the fight on as long as he wanted, unleashing his rage on Osborn until finally he made the decision on whether he would allow Osborn to continue to live or not.

With a silent exhalation, Peter leapt forward again. Osborn's arm lashed out quickly, smacking Peter into the side of a car. The green goblin leapt forward, roaring as he drove his clawed hand forward. Peter slid to the side and Osborn's hand plunged into the car. The monster ripped his arms backward, pulling the car door out and turned on Peter, whipping his hand around in wide-arcing strikes. Peter slid back on the icy roads, ducking and dodging until he made an error in his footing and lost his balance. Peter's body seemed to straighten as he felt the black suit stabilize him enough for him to avoid a decapitating strike from the car door.

Osborn's knee then flew towards Peter's face. Peter crossed his arms over his face to brace himself for the impact. The young man thought he heard one of his bones crack as he was sent flying backwards onto the ground. Peter looked up and saw Osborn plummeting towards, with a wide, fanged grin planted on his face. As Osborn came down, Peter had only one thought.

Tendril Spike.

Peter held his hand up towards Osborn and as his thoughts connected with the black suit, his hand formed a sharpened tip that extended into a spear. Osborn's face as he caught sight of Peter's tendril spike twisted as he anticipated the pain that was to come. The green goblin shifted his body and landed on his feet, Peter's tendril stabbing him in the stomach instead of his chest where Peter had intended to strike. Ignoring the pain, Osborn grabbed Peter by his throat and squeezed.

"What happened boy!? Where's all that anger you had? Weren't you supposed to be making me suffer? Or did you forget about your little girlfriend?" Osborn slammed Peter's head down into hard, ice-covered road. "You may have been rejuvenated somehow by this new suit of yours...but you are still weak. Perhaps you need another reminder of how pointless your attempt to be the hero is." Osborn leaned down to Peter and grinned. "Where's your Aunt Mae? When I find her, I'll rip her head from her body and show you the disappointment on her face after I tell her how you didn't have the will to save her!" Osborn shouted.

Peter's heart raced and something in his brain clicked and exploded. The tendril in Osborn's stomach pulsated and expanded. The green goblin's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. Peter stood to his feet, raising Osborn above his head as the monster's blood started to pour down on the street and his black suit. Staring up at Osborn, Peter heard himself growl.

"You're dead." he said. Peter threw Osborn off of the end of the tendril and the green monster went sprawling across the ground. Peter paced towards him, ripping a sign out of the ground with a tendril as he walked towards the downed goblin. Osborn looked up at Peter and the young boy broke the street sign in two, creating to jagged sword-like weapons. The black suit's tendrils took hold of the broken pieces of the sign and raised them above Peter's head, rotating the metal pieces. Osborn attempted to rise to his feet and immediately, Peter threw the two signs into Osborn's chest. Osborn yelled and fell back down. Peter paced around Osborn, his fist squeezed unto a ball.

"I don't have the will to save her? I don't have the will to save her?" Peter seethed. Osborn coughed up blood and then smirked at Peter.

"No...you don't." he said. Peter nodded and turned his head. A tendril shot from his shoulder and latched onto a car and dragged it over towards him. Without a second's hesitation, Peter lifted the car and sent it crashing down onto Osborn's face. The metal twisted in Peter's arms and he raised the car above his head as he looked down at Osborn's bloody visage. Peter brought the car down onto Osborn once again. As he did, he felt hot tears began to flow from his eyes and roll down his cheeks. He continued to slam the car onto Osborn as he felt himself finally weep.

"YOU KILLED HER! YOU TOOK HER FROM ME! MY BEST FRIEND! YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" Peter yelled as the metal continued to crunch against Osborn's body. Peter didn't know whether or not he cared if Osborn was still alive underneath the car. He didn't know if he had crushed Osborn's skull or destroyed his organs. He didn't care about anything anymore...

"Spider-Man! You have to stop!" a voice called out. Peter held the car above him, panting. His arms stung from the effort he put into slamming the car down. The front bumper of the car fell to the ground in front of Peter and the young hero turned his head to be sure that the voice he heard was the person who thought it was. Behind him, a bald black man with an eyepatch and a goatee stood with a pistol pointed at him. Peter narrowed his eyes and exhaled. It was his godfather, Nick Fury.

"So you finally show up? Now, after all this time, you decide to show your face?" Peter said. Nick Fury nodded.

"Yes. I'm late...I know that. I also know that if you don't stop, you'll end doing something you'll regret and I'm going to have to arrest you." Fury said. Peter dropped the car to the ground and whirled his entire body around to face Fury.

"Arrest me? Have you not been paying attention to what the hell is going on here?" he pointed at Osborn's bloody body. "This bastard damn near killed his own son, kidnapped my loved ones and killed my fucking girlfriend...and you're going to arrest me? Are you out of your mind?" Peter yelled. He felt his black suit start to pulsate again, tendrils starting to form on his body. Fury's face didn't change nor his position. His pistol stayed raised at Peter's face.

"Mary Jane is not dead. She's alive." Fury said. Peter paused and then shook his head.

"No...no, I don't believe you. I-I saw her fall." he said.

"Did you see her hit the ground?" Fury asked. Peter gulped and sighed.

"No." Fury began to walk forward, lowering his pistol as he got closer to Peter.

"If you let me take care of this situation, I will take you to her and I will tell you about the black...substance on you. Just trust me, boy and leave him." Nick Fury said. He grabbed Peter by the nape of his neck and looked into his mask. "This is bigger than you. You are your father's legacy. The Parker name is yours alone. Don't destroy it." Fury said. Peter looked up at Fury's face and then looked around. It had just occurred to him that a crowd of people had surrounded him and Osborn. How long they had been watching their exchange, he didn't know. He needed to He wrenched away from his godfather's grasp and turned back towards Osborn, looking down at his body.

Before Peter could say anything, the goblin's golden eyes burst open and he grabbed for Peter, roaring as he did. Peter's felt his Spider-Sense rock his brain as he dodged backwards, but it wasn't coming from Osborn's direction. It was coming from Fury. Peter ducked and watched as a bullet flew over him and went into Osborn's chest. Peter expected Osborn to simply shrug it off and keep coming but instead, the green monster gripped his chest and gurgled as he fell down. Peter could hear the sizzling of the wound. The smell of Osborn's flesh burning was strongly acidic and backed away to escape the smell.

"What did you shoot him with?" Peter asked. Nick Fury holstered his pistol and walked towards Osborn's convulsing body.

"Adamantium bullet, tipped with liquid carbonadium, an acidic property that destroys tissue at a molecular level faster than the body can heal. Especially useful against those with healing factors like you two." Fury said, glancing over his shoulder. From the crowd, three individuals ran into the interior of the circle. Two went towards Osborn and cuffed him while one person spoke briefly with Fury. Peter looked around, searching for any sight of his aunt or his supposedly living girlfriend but saw nothing. When he had stopped looking at the crowd, Peter saw Fury and the person he spoke with approaching him.

"Where is she?" Peter asked. Nick Fury nodded to his subordinate and the man tapped Peter's shoulder.

"Follow me, kid." he said. Nick Fury waved them away.

"I'll talk to you after I have Osborn situated." Fury said. Peter nodded before following Fury's man. The two parted the crowd of people as they slowly began to disperse, murmuring to each other as Peter walked past them. Peter could almost sense their fear and confusion at his black suit. Considering what they had probably seen him almost do to Osborn, he could understand. He had saved New York from Osborn and from the terror of Wilson Fisk...yet he received nothing. Did the people appreciate him? They surely didn't love him...but now, he was sure that they feared him.

Fury's underling led Peter into an empty storefront, pressing on several tiles on the wall that opened up an entirely new area. People raced around inside. Peter noticed a golden emblem on all of their shoulders that read underneath the amber eagle, "S.H.I.E.L.D." A government base behind a blown out 7-Eleven was probably the most conspicuous and ridiculous thing Peter could've thought of, but the randomness fit what he knew about his godfather's shadow organization. Which was basically nothing.

The makeshift S.H.I.E.L.D. operating base was small but Peter noted all the powerful computers and cameras set up in the room. There weren't many people operating, it appeared that this small team Fury had brought with him was efficient enough to handle all of the equipment with ease. Nick Fury's subordinate turned to Peter and smirked.

"You take your mask off, kid. Everyone in here knows who you are." he said. Peter raised an eyebrow and then nodded. As he thought to take his mask off, the black suit crawled back from the crown of his head to his shoulders. Fury's man shuddered. "That's kind of creepy. Are you sure it's safe?" he asked. Peter shook his head.

"I honestly don't know." he replied, looking down at his hands as the two walked forward. Fury's subordinate lead Peter to the back corner of the room where a giant rack with a curtain shielded something. The man tapped Peter's shoulder and pointed to the curtain.

"She's behind those curtains. Director Fury should be with you in a little bit." he said. Peter nodded to the man and took in a deep breath, releasing it as he pulled the curtain back. Mary Jane laid in the bed, her cardiac monitor beeping steadily, albeit slowly. Peter's relief and excitement was then paused by shock as he saw two people sitting beside the bed. Peter's mouth dropped slowly as he locked eyes with his Aunt Mae and Felicia Hardy, dressed in her Black Cat costume.

Aunt Mae hopped to her feet and rushed towards Peter, wrapping her arms around Peter's neck and squeezing him tightly in her arms. "Oh, Peter! My baby!" she cried. Peter did his best not to squeeze his aunt with all of his strength, instead pulling back as much as he could. While he held his aunt, he felt compelled to tell her something he had been hiding for months, something she could clearly see now.

"Aunt Mae...I'm..." Peter said. Aunt Mae patted his back.

"I know. I always have." she whispered into his ear. She then pulled away and looked into his eyes, placing her hand on his cheek. "And I'm proud of you." she said. Peter smiled, for the first time in hours and sighed as he looked over at Felicia. The pair locked eyes and Aunt Mae moved through the curtain and out of the room, gracefully. When Aunt Mae had left the room, Peter and Felicia stared at each other in silence until Felicia spoke.

"She's alive..." she said, looking over at Mary Jane. Felicia smiled and then covered her mouth. "You know...I never saw how truly beautiful she was until she was laying in my arms unconscious. Just something about a beautiful girl at peace." Felicia said. Peter gulped.

"How did you know where to come?" he asked. Felicia shrugged.

"I watched the news and heard the sirens outside of my house. So, I went to see what all the fuss was about. Come to find out, the neighborhood hero was engaged in a fight with a giant green monster. Then...I saw her fall." Felicia said.

"I couldn't see her after she dropped past the buildings...I tried to get her but..." Peter paused and then began to speak again. "Did you catch her?" he asked. Felicia shook her head.

"No. I couldn't make it to her in time." Peter crossed his arms.

"Then...how is she alive?" he asked. Felicia looked up at the ceiling.

"I have the ability to manipulate probabilities. Mostly effecting the fortune of others and turning it into my favor. That's one of the reasons I took the name 'Black Cat'. My probability powers also effect the chances of things happening or not happening. So, in short, I altered the probability of Mary dying." Felicia said. Peter's eyes widened. That explained why bullets seemed to drop near her and the attacks by the Enforcers failed against her.

"With powers like that...you could do anything." Peter said softly. Felicia nodded.

"I could...but there's a limit. Using it for small things like making people trip is alright, but practically reversing her death...it nearly killed me." Felicia brushed her hair back. "I held her in my arms to make sure I had actually succeeded in saving her then, it was like I had a heart attack. Luckily enough, these S.H.I.E.L.D. medics were on the scene and saved me. I shouldn't even be out of bed now, but I knew you were coming so..." Felicia said. Peter shook his head.

"I-I don't understand. I mean, I'm beyond grateful and thankful that you saved Mary. But why nearly sacrifice yourself to save the girl that's with the one you love?" Peter asked. Felicia smiled and walked over to Peter, hugging him and planting her lips softly on his cheek.

"You answered your own question. It's because I love you. I don't know where the sudden maturity or heroism rose up from...but seeing you hurting and knowing I could've done something to prevent it would've destroyed me more than watching you be with her." Felicia said, her emerald green eyes looking over Peter's body. "By the way...I don't where you got the black suit from, but it's very nice. I'd keep it." she said, as she slowly walked through the curtain. After Felicia was gone, Peter walked over to Mary Jane's bed side and gently took her by the hand.

"I'm so sorry." Peter said, not knowing if Mary could hear him or not. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I'm sorry you were almost taken from me and this world. It won't happen again. I promise." Peter said.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, son." Fury said as he walked into the room and place a hand on Peter's shoulder. Peter turned his head and scoffed.

"Like you?" he said. Fury chuckled and shook his head.

"Teenagers...I guess you think I owe you something, huh?" Fury said. Peter frowned and stood up.

"You owe me sixteen years of my life...you owe me an explanation as to why you haven't shown your face, why you didn't answer when I called for your help and why you only seem to show up when shit could possibly turn back on you!" Peter yelled. Fury rubbed the bridge of his nose and then stared at Peter with a stoic focus.

"Let me remind you that I am the Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, a government organization that is asked with dealing with people like you on a daily basis. Forgive me if I don't have time to ask you about your grades at the end of every quarter because I'm trying to prevent the world from being overrun by violent superhuman extremists that would nothing better than to see this entire planet in a fiery maelstrom of anarchy and chaos." Fury said in a calm, yet intense voice. "And for the record, I have kept every promise I've made to you and your father."

"No, you haven't." Peter's frown deepened. "This entire time...you knew. You knew that Norman Osborn was responsible for killing my mother. But you withheld the information from me. Why?! If I had known-"

"If you had known, you would've gone to the Tower to find Osborn and do what you almost did in the middle of the street in front of hundreds of onlookers tonight." Fury said. Peter looked away and Fury continued. "You're young. You have a brilliant mind and a great heart. You aren't a bad kid, but you're impulsive when you're concerned about the ones you love. If I had told you about Osborn, you would've been a murderer and then I would've had to either cover for you or arrest you." Peter nodded and backed down.

"I'm sorry." he said.

"I don't need your damn apologies. I need your understanding." Fury said. He then took in a deep breath and exhaled. "This black suit you have...it's a living organism and alien in origin. I could give you all the information that you'd want to know or I could let someone that lived with that thing inside of them tell you." Peter raised and eyebrow and Nick Fury reached into his pocket and tossed a black and white composition book at Peter. The young boy caught it and looked on the inside, reading. His eyes widened and he looked up at Fury.

"This is..."

"Your father's journal, yes. Your father discovered this organism was living inside of him around the age of fifteen and spent the remainder of his life doing research on its origin and its functions. In summary, your father concluded that the black organism was an alien endosymbiont, traveling within the cells of it's host. The relationship is obligatory as neither the symbiote or its host can survive without the other. Your father also noticed something else. The symbiote is influenced by the emotional and physical state of its host, feeding off of epinephrine, the same hormone used to formulate the super soldier serum that also runs in your veins. Because of this, if the host is emotionally unstable, the symbiote can become highly erratic and dangerous." Fury said. Peter slowly nodded.

"I get it." he said.

"Do you?" Fury asked. He folded his arms. "Just so there's absolutely no doubt at what I'm getting, let me be crystalline in my clarity. You can keep that thing inside you because taking it out of you will kill you. But if I so much as have a dream that you've lose control of it, I will personally collect the greatest surgeons and scientific minds on the planet to strip it from your bloodstream. Clear?" Fury said. Peter sighed and slowly nodded.

"Yeah." Peter said. Fury straightened himself up and turned towards the curtain.

"Good." he said. "And just so there's no secrets here, I'm transporting our good friend Norman Osborn to a S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier where he'll be held for questioning before I decide which prison I'm going to put him in." he walked towards the curtains and then paused. "Oh and kid, remember...I've got my eye on you." Fury pushed past the curtains and clapped his hands. Peter heard the operatives start to rustle about and collect their things. As Peter wondered what was going on, Fury's subordinate from earlier entered the space and waved at Peter.

"Hey, kid, we're going to move your girlfriend and aunt to the Empire State University Hospital. It'll be for about an hour. If you want to come too then?" the man said. Peter started to nod then stopped.

"No, that's okay. I...have something I need to do first." Peter said. Fury's subordinate nodded and Peter went towards Mary's bed and softly kissed her lips, almost weeping at the warmth he felt. This was real. Mary was really alive.

After kissing Mary Jane, Peter was led back towards the entrance of the S.H.I.E.L.D. bunker and let out. The briskness of the air hit Peter's face and he felt the symbiote quickly cover and insulate him from the cold. Peter crouched and leapt into the air, jumping higher than he ever had before. The young hero shot a web onto the side of a building and whirled forward. The suit felt amazing and Peter could still feel it supplying his body with much needed warmth and energy. Although Peter was overjoyed and relishing in the fact that Mary Jane and Aunt Mae were safe, he still had a few dark thoughts and concerns circling around his head.

Despite saving his Aunt, Peter didn't know whether or not they could even afford to repair their home. Aunt Mae faced bills on top of bills and Peter's Daily Bugle job was barely doing enough to compensate, let alone take care of his family. He needed a way to make money and provide for his aunt, but Peter had absolutely no idea how. Then there was the matter of Fisk...

Peter knew for a certainty that Osborn hadn't acted alone. The men that had been hired to kidnap MJ and Aunt Mae belonged to someone with enough power and money to organize such a hit. The only crime boss in New York that wasn't either dead or incarcerated was Richard Fisk. Fisk working against Peter didn't exactly surprise him, however, Fisk working with Osborn only cast fear in Peter's heart. If he had any ties to Osborn, Fisk had to have known who Peter was. He not only targeted Spider-Man, but he targeted Peter as a person. Because of his actions, Peter had nearly lost the two people that he loved most in the world.

As Peter's anger started to grow, he could a chill slither up his spine and into his brain. Teach Fisk a lesson. He'll never mess with us again.

Peter agreed with the thoughts that seemed to be invading his mind. He should teach Fisk a lesson. If the defeat of Osborn wasn't enough for the man that was surely watching him from his tower, a more hands on approach would definitely convince the man...and a personal visit could also help Peter's money situation. As Peter made his way towards the FiskTech Headquarters, a smirk crossed his face that he'd have a hard time wiping off. He had an idea.

The symbiote hardened itself as Peter crashed through the large glass window that allowed Richard Fisk to look over the city from his office. Peter heard a few cries of surprise and saw a few figures in the shadows readying guns. With barely a thought, Peter sent tendrils towards each gunman, slamming them against the wall and holding them. The tendrils pulsated and stretched as Peter made his way towards Richard Fisk, who sat at his desk holding a glass of liquor. The redheaded man swirled the glass in hand, the ice tingling against it the inside.

"Fancy seeing you here." the redhead slurred, clearly drunk. Peter scoffed and slapped the liquor away from Fisk. The man looked up at Peter and sighed. "Great...wasted my fucking drink. What do you want, hero?" Fisk said. Peter leaned forward and grabbed Fisk by his shirt collar.

"I need you to sober up." he said. "I know you worked with Nogg to kidnap my family." Peter's words seemed to expunge all of the liquor from Richard's body and the color from his face as he quickly sobered up and stared sheepishly into Peter's mask.

"I did. I really didn't have a choice in the matter." Fisk said. Peter frowned and let Fisk down.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Fisk straightened his shirt, burped, pardoned himself and then spoke.

"This Nogg character...he practically pulled a woman's vertebrae out of her body as he made his negotiations with me. We had a mutual enemy, The Hand, which he promised to take care of. In exchange, I lent him a few men to complete his work. He told me who the targets were and that they were connected to a 'Peter Parker', but I didn't realize it was you until...well, a few drinks in." Richard said. Peter cocked his head to the side and let out an inaudible exhale.

"Let's put our cards on the table, then. You know who I am and where I stay as well as who my loved ones are. I know where your office is. I know about your dirty dealings under the table. And I know how to twist your neck until your vertebrae pops out." Peter said. Richard Fisk nodded.

"Yes, I think that's pretty well understood. What are you getting at?" Fisk asked. Peter loosened his grip o Fisk's neck and lowered him to the ground.

"Is that job offer still on the table?" he asked. Richard looked surprised for a moment before chuckling and dusting his suit off.

"Yes, yes, it is," he replied. Peter nodded.

"Good." the young man sighed inwardly. "I'll work for you, but I have three conditions that you'll need to agree to. One, I'm not killing any of your competitors so don't even ask. Two, don't go out bragging about any connections you may have to 'Spider-Man'. If I catch word that you're doing so, this is finished." Richard Fisk nodded.

"And the third?" he said. Peter stared forward as he felt voices creep into his head.

"While I work for you, my name isn't Spider-Man." Richard raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? So what do I call you?" he asked. Peter thought briefly. He was more dangerous now. Full of power and potency. He was stronger, faster and aggressive. He was the most dangerous part of the spider. With that, he felt the voice enter back into his head and whisper to him. Peter closed his eyes as he felt the word begin to flow from him with power and certainty.

"Venom."

Next, Spider-Man Rebirth: Revelations