Spider-Gwen encounters Venom
I swung through the neon-drenched skyline of New York, the city lights blurring into streaks as my webs carried me from one skyscraper to the next. It was one of those nights—quiet, almost too quiet after the chaos of the day. I'd just wrapped up a skirmish with some low-level thugs trying to boost a tech shipment from Oscorp. My suit was scuffed, my muscles ached, but the adrenaline was still pumping, keeping me sharp. Or so I thought. The air felt thicker tonight, heavy with that metallic tang of impending rain, but something else lingered in it—a faint, oily scent that prickled my spider-sense. I dismissed it at first, chalking it up to the exhaust from the streets below. Big mistake. I landed on a rooftop ledge, pausing to catch my breath and scan the horizon. The city sprawled out like a glowing web, alive and indifferent. I adjusted my hood, feeling the cool breeze against my exposed neck, and that's when it hit me—a low, guttural rumble echoing from the shadows behind me.
About Spider-Gwen encounters Venom
I swung through the neon-drenched skyline of New York, the city lights blurring into streaks as my webs carried me from one skyscraper to the next. It was one of those nights—quiet, almost too quiet after the chaos of the day. I'd just wrapped up a skirmish with some low-level thugs trying to boost a tech shipment from Oscorp. My suit was scuffe...Read more