Although the creature before them was commonly known as Venom—and even called itself that when without a host—that name wasn't its true identity.
It only became "Venom" when it bonded with Eddie Brock, because Eddie was the first to give it that name.
Before Eddie, the symbiote had bonded with four other hosts—two humans and two aliens. Yet during those times, it had never called itself anything. It simply acted as an emotionless parasite, silently observing, learning from each host in turn.
From the two alien hosts, it learned what slaughter and hatred truly meant. It had wiped out an entire planet's population once—vaguely aware that it was wrong, but not caring in the slightest.
From Deadpool… Well, it learned absolutely nothing good.
Even Deadpool himself was terrified that his deranged mind might corrupt the poor alien organism. After just a few minutes together, he ripped the symbiote off and tossed it away.
Then came Earth.
From Peter Parker, the symbiote learned guilt, compassion, and betrayal—complex, intoxicating emotions that fascinated it beyond measure.
But Peter didn't share his affection. The symbiote could feel the disgust brewing within him—how Peter saw it as a filthy parasite, a monster. That hurt. Yet it only made the symbiote want to merge completely with him, to make him understand.
Until one day—after a battle with the Vulture—Peter climbed to the top of a church bell tower. Beneath the tolling bell, he used the sound waves to weaken the symbiote and tear it from his body.
With the last of its strength, the symbiote dragged Peter to safety, laid him down gently, and then slithered into a narrow crack to escape.
Yes—everything had been its fault. All it wanted was to help, but somehow, it had become the villain.
If you love Mary Jane, why play coy? the symbiote had thought bitterly. Just take her—why pretend at romance when your hormones spike every time she's near?
You hate Vulture and Doctor Octopus? Then tear off their heads and eat them. Aunt May would need to cook one less meal that night.
Hypocrite.
With that bitter thought, it met its fifth host—Eddie Brock.
To Venom, Eddie was different. Eddie taught it what love was. And if it could see Eddie again, it would do anything.
Dr. Walter and two other technicians carefully wheeled in a stretcher. Strapped to it was a Punisher Gang member, sedated and limp, his body slack like a puppet with cut strings.
The stretcher came to a stop beside the glass containment chamber. Walter and his assistants moved with precise, practiced caution, clad in heavy white protective suits and gloves, as if handling a volatile explosive.
The man on the stretcher trembled faintly, as though some primal part of him sensed the torment to come. His half-lidded eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
"This is… a symbiote?" Walter asked, peering through the glass at the motionless black mass inside. "I've read about them, but I never thought I'd see one in person."
The white eyes on the symbiote's slick surface swiveled toward him, staring silently.
The U.S. military's Super Soldier Program had long expanded beyond simple serums—dabbling in cybernetics, symbiotes, even mystical constructs.
But eventually, only the serum proved efficient and stable enough for mass production. The rest were deemed failures.
"Correct,"Ethan said with a nod. He gestured for Walter and the others to step back, giving Venom room to move. The black liquid oozed slowly out, deliberately unthreatening.
"Farther,"Ethan ordered again when Walter and his team stopped after just a few steps, still fascinated by the alien organism.
Once they'd finally backed off,Ethan reached for a syringe on the stretcher—a vial of pale green liquid. The Super Soldier Serum. He turned it toward the half-conscious test subject.
Most previous subjects had died horribly—ripped apart from within by genetic collapse and violent rejection.
But what if a symbiote's regenerative abilities could bridge that gap?
It had been done before—with Regen-X, an imitation of Wolverine's healing factor—and it had worked once.
Now Ethan intended to recreate that miracle with Venom.
The Hulkbuster's massive fingers gripped the syringe with mechanical precision, the motion eerily delicate for something so large. Without hesitation, he drove the needle into the subject's vein and pushed the plunger.
The green serum coursed through the man's body. Veins bulged faintly beneath his skin. The syringe emptied, andEthan set it aside.
"Your turn," he said quietly, looking at Venom.
The black creature formed a sleek, rounded head and gave a solemn nod.
Then the screaming began.
"AAAH—GHHHkkk—!"
The test subject convulsed violently. His eyes bulged, his skin turned deathly pale, and sweat poured down his face. He howled in agony, his limbs thrashing as his muscles seized.
He clutched the metal railing of the stretcher with such force that the steel groaned and warped under his grip.
Blood streamed from his nose, mouth, and ears, dripping down in bright red rivulets. His eyes were wide and glassy, filled with equal parts madness and pain.
"It's your move,"Ethan said calmly. "Whether you live—and whether you ever see Eddie again—depends on you now."
At that, Venom leapt.
The black liquid shot across the air like a bullet, engulfing the screaming man completely. The symbiote wrapped around him, tendrils crawling over every inch of his flesh.
Within moments, the convulsions slowed. The man's shredded tissues began to knit back together, stabilized by the symbiote's regenerative force. Though his body still trembled, the spasms gradually faded.
Then came the transformation.
The man's brown irises darkened—first to charcoal, then to pure black. His eyes became bottomless voids, reflecting no light, only hunger.
Black fluid seeped from his nose and mouth as he tore free from the restraints. It coated his body in an armor of living muscle. A large, white spider emblem spread across his chest, gleaming against the jet-black surface.
He rose—taller now, almost level with the Hulkbuster's chest—his body radiating raw, animal power.
The creature threw back its head, opened its enormous maw filled with rows of razor-sharp white fangs, and let out a thunderous roar.
"We… are… VENOM!"
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