He had no hope at Stark Industries, people from all over the world gave up high-paying jobs just to work there, and a high school student had no chance.

When he washed the soda in his clothes and washed his face, he never noticed a strange spider above his head crawling down from the ceiling.

When he straightened up, he felt something in the back of his neck, and when he raised a hand to find out what it was, he felt a sharp pain.

A sudden electric shock hit his body and he gasped to find that his legs had become weak and all sensations had disappeared from his hands.

He struggled to stand, and he reached out weakly to the door, hoping that someone could hear him trying to call for help.

He struggled weakly when he felt someone pull his clothes, he was sure someone was saying his name over and over again, but he couldn't concentrate, everything was so bright and noisy.

He must have had someone taken his things and rummaged through his clothes.

He felt something wet splashing on him and didn't even record that he was sick.

Fuck, get him out.

If Osborne sees him, we're finished

Peter felt the rough hands of several people lift him up, followed by a bright glow from outside.

He was lifted up and thrown into the trash can at the back of the building, and Peter, with his eyes half-open, struggled to get up and began to walk down the street.

He fell several times, and when he found that his body was unresponsive, he gasped and groaned.

He knew there were many people around him, and he could hear the heavy clap of their footsteps, his tongue numb as he tried to shout for help, his voice slurred.

Hey, kid?

Peter's mind was still tingling, nausea and cramping, making his body tense and bent.

He went too far to answer . Pain, nausea, bright light all attacked his senses.

No matter where he was, the smell was terrible.

Yes, he was a liar, caught him in along with everyone else.

A cold liquid seemed to rush into his veins, bringing comfort to the nausea and pain of this world.

Peter wished someone would find him and take him for help, not one of the various gangs he had heard of who took children off the street to sell.

Peter was pressed against a table with his hand and he tried to fight back.

Something inside him told him that it was wrong and that he needed to escape.

But when he tried to move, his muscles screamed at him.

His skin felt stiff, and every cell in his body was like a sharp knife against his skin.

Every breath filled his lungs with her tiresome scent, and he could smell her fragrance, not perfume.

She was so excited that she could almost feel a thick taste on his tongue.?

Peter knew that all his senses had gone crazy, even the sounds he heard were distorted.

As if it were an underwater sound, or a high-pitched scream.

The lights in the room burned like stars, and he had to close his eyes and even see the streaks that lit up as he was pushed somewhere.

The smell of disinfectant ran through both nostrils, and he hoped it was a hospital.

He felt a sharp thorn in his arm and the world became dark again

Okay, okay. Test subject 15 gamma, alien subject Sigma.

The adhesion test is performed within 5 minutes. 4.3.2 and 1.

They took the boy away, stripped him from his stinking clothes, sterilized him and checked him for serious illness.

This process worked better in subjects who took less anesthesia and, although chaotic, looked younger and healthier than most

Poor bastard, the technician wants to tie him to a table, doesn't look like a 20-year-old.

The nameless technician turned on a switch and watched the glass-reinforced box open.

The subject instinctively crawled towards the unconscious boy, like a pudding, flowing on the smooth panel of the design, which, once activated, allowed it to be safely caught.

Various types of cameras and scanners have documented the interactions between boys and aliens, hoping to unlock the secrets of this connection, hoping to eventually report the successful fusion of symbiotes and humans.

The foreigner was under the robe, and finally covered the little boy's scrawny body.

It begins by attaching tiny tendrils to his brain and nervous system and attaching itself to a host granted in a symbiotic relationship.

The boy's eyes twinkled as it began the joining process.

The technician studied various screens and recorded the boy's heart rate, nerve activity, and body temperature.

All of this will rise dramatically when aliens try to take control, if the connection is successful.

So far, all the connections have killed the host, and their heart rate reaches 200BPM.

It will be trial number 64, and all homeless men, women, and now a teenager will die.

The symbiote stopped, something was wrong, something pulled it out of its natural place, dragged it into its cells, and crushed and broken down its own body.

A chemical reaction begins in Peter's cells, his DNA has broken down and is being modified, and when the alien symbiote tries to hide and fuse into his body, the chemical reaction spreads to it.

Its DNA is being broken down and transformed into an organism along with the boy, host and symbiont.

The symbiote screams in pain as it is digested by this enzyme, struggling to remain intact, looking for a place to hide inside its new host, but nowhere else.

It began injecting a toxic chemical into the host, hoping to kill them before it could kill them.

As long as it is alive, they will survive to take revenge.

That's when the chemical is absorbed, altered, and screams in pain when its toxins begin to affect its own cells.

As the monitor reacted to this development, the technician watched boredly.

His heart rate was almost at critical levels, and the child was unlikely to survive.

Often, the symbiote would begin to separate from the host, leaving a now-dead pile of meat for him and his colleagues to dissect and figure out what went wrong.

This time, when aliens seemed to flood into the boy's body, he watched with rapt attention.?

He began to spasm, the skinny child's body seemed to bulge, and something was twisting under the skin.

The technician frowned, "Did that alien want to eat that boy???

It was new, and most of the time, they either tried to join the human body or melt the body, which he had never seen such an addition, and when he checked the monitor, he watched in amazement.

He had seen before this, and if the body was too badly drugged, the creature would kill the host instead of trying to join.

The worst animals just melt as symbionts flow over them, as if they were offended by the contaminated meat provided.

He had seen too many people who didn't want to be disturbed, which only meant he needed a bucket to clean the room, rather than doing autopsies and doing paperwork as usual.

Does it want fresher meat that is younger than before? Reach for his walkie-talkie

Madam, this time is different, aliens seem to be reacting to young bodies.?

After a short pause.

Monitor closely and report as soon as the procedure is completed.

Making sure every camera was on, making sure every device had a complete recording, the nameless technician watched in amazement as the boy's heart rate began to slow down.

Then his brainwave activity returned to normal, and finally, the epilepsy or everything that happened was over.

Unlike before, even the training video they watched when they first successfully entered was completely different.

The symbiote was absorbed by the boy instead of being covered by the surface of the skin hidden inside.

The thermal camera found that this symbiote had fully integrated into the boy's body, and his now tight thin muscles were shimmering with sweat, as if exercising.?

The technician shook his head, and then he needed to go to bed.

Young man, but the boy was a stranger.

Turning around, his hand was only a few inches away from the walkie-talkie as the sound of the glass crashing made him jump into his chair.

Turning around, he saw the boy standing there, staring at him, his eyes as black as asphalt.

He retracted his punch and poked his arm out of the shattered glass, shattering them all.

The technician let out a suffocating scream for a moment as the creature grabbed him with a black paw.

We are Venom!

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