American comics: Venom Spider, starting from taking down Gwen

This time, Peter didn't listen to him.

He has shelved several projects and has not hunted all week.

Because now, anyone who discovers his and Gwen's secret can take Gwen without any problem.

She has the same abilities as him, so why can't she control them like he does?

In fact, she should be stronger than him, if his symbiote dies.

It should have no energy of its own and can only rely on his.

This is one of the many questions they still have about their own strength and the creatures that inhabit their bodies.

"Poison" would still speak to Gwen, while "Venom" never said anything to Peter.

Or even if it is said, it will disappear in his own thoughts.

All he could do was let her train and retrain, and every ability he possessed was innate, so her symbiosis with the practice should be just as capable.

Of course, her cursing and yelling of pain when she falls, throws something on herself, or simply misses what she was trying to achieve, sounds a little painful, but a little funny.

His superpowers have also suffered misfortunes, so it makes him feel a little better knowing that even someone as smart and capable as Gwen can sometimes fail.

"Hey Gwen, if you can finish the obstacle course by the weekend, I'll be the same as our final bet, do whatever you want."

Peter shouted at her, followed by a thump and she fell off the sidewalk above.

She scolded again, but he knew that the words should ignite in her the same fire of competition that she had lit in him, and all he had to do was sit back and wait for the results.

So far, she has shown, though she is more sensitive.

But she was stronger, faster, and more agile.

When they trained together, her physical enhancement was very noticeable.

The problem with poison was control, and even Gwen had to admit that she would be at a huge disadvantage in a fight.

Gwen was ecstatic, her symbiote vibrating almost under her skin.

She could feel its desire for him, almost palpable compared to herself.

"Really?"

She replied loudly as she got up from the concrete floor.

While Peter has been marking the paths and sidewalks, they are still concrete.

Without her symbiote to cushion her falls, she could be injured.

Dodging, shuttling, trying to jump from one sidewalk to another, it's nothing.

But every fall hurts, the "poison" will only complain, only running is fun.

Because Gwen didn't mind the tranquility that running brings, she and Peter just ran a few laps on the sidewalk at the top of the building.

Looking at the city through tinted windows, super beautiful.

Of course, bathing together after the game is a reward in itself.

Peter looked up from the electronic device he was fiddling with

"Of course, but if you fail, I'll call you Gwen Venom for a month, and your symbiote will get its own unique punishment." Gwen's fists clenched involuntarily, she hated the name, and the words went straight into her mind again.

Occasionally, it mainly insults people around her or makes demands on her.

She found that once "poison" started complaining about something—a cookie or other sugary tree calmed her.

Gwen just shook her head, because it never occurred to her that she would have to bribe a symbiote with sugar in order for her to study peacefully.

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