American comics: Venom Spider, starting from taking down Gwen

The black cat saw Venom's paw coming, and her heartbeat almost stopped.

She swung out an arm and diverted the blow to let it slide along her arm as she had just ducked the creature's huge biceps.

Its mouth had cracked, filled with the most horrible teeth she had ever imagined.

As she hid, she stretched her knees up to its belly, hoping to lift it up.

But he smiled and grabbed her sexy thighs.

Well, not bad

The damn brute sensed her, but the anger didn't last when it lifted her up and threw her on the roof.

The wind blew her away and she struggled under his control.

His hands wrapped around her thighs, pinching from time to time, ?

"Abominable perverts" ?

She thought about it, lifted the other knee up, and hit his head.

He turned his back and he yelled, and the black cat managed to use her foot, a roundhouse kick.

He staggered to let go of his hand, but shook his head and glared at her angrily.

He stretched longer and stronger than her.

But she was faster, and when he swung his big fist at her, she slashed her claws across his biceps.

He swung the bat again, and she thought he was amateur, unskilled, and certainly not used to fighting another person.

But as she moved to avoid a blow to the head, Venom slammed her side with his fist.

The black cat wished it was the sound of her corset tearing, not her ribs, as pain erupted from her lungs.

"Fuck," ?

He was bigger than her, she thought, but she was faster and trained better.

She had no doubt that she would win, but she couldn't take the opportunity and had to run away.

With a lucky hit, he squashed her.

His thick arms swung at her again and again, and she ducked and crawled out of his reach.

He shushed her in frustration, knowing that he was right, it was much harder to hit a trained fighter than an unsuspecting robber.?

When he yelled at her, she took the opportunity to walk away, with all sorts of small projectiles in her belt.

Smoke grenades, flash grenades, trackers, painkillers, and a wide variety of small but sharp throwing knives.

She took out a knife and threw it directly at his head.

When he turned his head to avoid it, she threw a cigarette bomb at the soles of his feet and a flash bomb into his face.

By the time the bomb exploded, she had jumped off the roof and landed on the ground.

His screams were loud and he sounded angry.

How, who didn't care, ran out, needing to keep as much distance between him and her as possible.

We will find you, yes, we will, we are Venom!

He roared into the night sky.?

His eyes were sung by the flash bombs she threw, and even now there were some bright spots in his vision, but he couldn't see clearly.

Venom took notes to see if he could discolor light from the blindfold and if the earmuffs could eliminate noise.

Even if he has to wear goggles and headphones under his symbolic skin, this may prevent it from happening again.

The black cat was hidden on the roof of the warehouse, about a mile away from where she had fought Venom.

She tentatively touched her body, and although she didn't break her ribs, her ribs were injured.

Her back ached from his slam, and she examined the black residue on her claws and watched it crumble into dust

"Abominable," ?

She thought, ?

"A set of self-healing clothes would be convenient.?"

She took several capsules from her belt and clamped them between her teeth, she took a deep breath and swallowed, feeling the pain in her body disappear.

If Venom had something to do with Peter, she needed to reconsider her plans and perhaps even see if he would be willing to help her.

Her father always warned her not to work with people around her, but now she needed help.

If Peter and Alexie mess up, then he needs her help, and if he owes her, she might let him recruit Venom for her.

In the distance, a man in blue dressed in red watched the fight between the two.

He followed the strange woman, his black cat, first to a dump and then to a warehouse.

He felt sad, he had been stalking her, but he needed money, she was more interesting than tarantula.

Her figure is beautiful, and even though her face is covered by a mask, her picture is much better than a villain in a straitjacket.

It's a sad fact of the industry, and even though Jonah sees this woman as an angry feminist, he knows what she's after.

Unlike tarantulas, she stays away from the streets.

Instead, she searched the entire community for targets, always in the same way.

He stumbled upon her and her target, only hoping to get some valuable photos because it was gold.

His camera was full, not just dazzling pictures of himself, now videos of two super beasts hitting it on the roof of a warehouse.

He must have gone too far to hear what they were saying.

But shaking fists and throwing kicks means it's worth reporting and, more importantly, it's a paid day in Brooklyn.

He drooled, imagining the steak he could buy with these photos.

Oh yes, he'll make Jamieson pay for this stuff.

Moreover, he came to mind a name, a clear message worth more than their fight.?

He lost the black cat after her as she jumped off the warehouse.

Their fight is over, and he discovers that the tarantula has also disappeared.

The warehouses in the industrial zone are not interesting, but the battles are very interesting.

He can imagine tomorrow's newspaper headline, Black Cat vs Tarantula.

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