Chapter 255 The Birth of Venom Gwen

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The next day.

The training room in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

Captain America, wearing a light-colored vest, is sweating while exercising.

Wearing a light-colored sports shirt and black shorts, her tight and explosive muscles shape her perfect body.

"Ah! Haah!"

Captain America's waist and abdominal muscles contracted and then suddenly released.

The dumbbells she was holding were lowered sharply and then raised again as the muscle groups breathed.

"bang"

The heavy dumbbells fell heavily to the ground.

The dumbbells hit the ground with a teeth-grinding sound.

Sweat seeped from her forehead and quickly soaked her wheat-colored skin, which sparkled in the sunlight.

After the explosive training, she started doing pull-ups.

But since the body has been genetically optimized, ordinary pull-ups can no longer serve as a training exercise.

So she strapped metal weights to her calves and did weighted pull-ups.

The sinker is made of special materials and has a density of up to grams per cubic centimeter. Although it is the size of a dumbbell, it weighs hundreds of kilograms.

"Ho!"

Captain America used chains to tie weights to his legs and coordinated his breathing to pull his entire body upwards.

After doing pull-ups yesterday, she started hitting the sandbag in front of her.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of sandbags being hammered violently rang out in the training room.

"Are you okay, Captain?"

A familiar voice sounded behind her.

Captain America looked back and saw Carter leaning against the doorway, watching her.

"Not too old to move."

Carter came over to her and asked, "You look a little down, Captain. Is it because of your fight with Spider-Man yesterday?"

"Maybe, maybe not, Peggy. I just want to vent my energy. You know when a person feels bad, he will use other ways to divert his emotions, and these are my ways of diverting."

She took a breath and asked Carter, "How is it? Is the boy named Eddie awake?"

"No, he is still in a coma. If you want to get something out of him, it will be difficult."

Carter came over and handed her the towel.

"About Spider-Man"

Captain America hesitated and asked Carter, "What does SHIELD know about him?"

Although she said she didn't care, she still asked Carter the question that concerned her most.

"We've been keeping an eye on him. We noticed him before you returned."

"Do you know his true identity?"

Carter hesitated for a moment and nodded, "I know, but there are no more than three people in SHIELD who know his true identity."

"It's just that you didn't touch him, right?"

Carter nodded, "We haven't decided yet how to approach him."

"give it to me."

Captain America's eyes turned serious, "I want to talk to him."

the other side.

Stark Tower.

In the conference room, Tony Stark asked his assistant in a white coat, "Have you verified the experimental data sent from Mali?"

The laboratory in Mali, Africa, is now used by him as an alien experiment base.

"It has been completed and is currently in the second damage test phase. However, Boss, there is currently a problem with the anti-Spider-Man suit you proposed."

"Oh?"

Tony Stark touched his chin in surprise. He didn't have high expectations when he first proposed this idea. He didn't expect that his assistant had already started to find problems!

"What is the problem?"

"According to your original idea, the next-generation suit is more like an exoskeleton, with super strength and super defense, equipped with sonic guns, plastic bombs and nerve gas, complete invisibility, and equipped with thrusters."

"The biggest difficulty is the bionic skeleton. It is difficult for us to completely imitate the exoskeleton of the alien."

Tony Stark nodded to show his understanding.

He came up with this idea just as a general idea and had no immediate plans to produce it.

"We haven't done enough research on creatures like the aliens. It will take a long time to figure out what's going on with them."

As he spoke, he stared at the new iron suit in front of him.

The new generation of Iron Man suit is bright black, with sharp lines, and uneven textures on the chest area and shoulders.

Gently stroking the suit, Tony Stark felt the coolness emanating from the material of the suit.

"Why can Peter have the power to control the aliens? What is the relationship between him and the aliens?"

He whispered to himself.

After standing there thinking for a moment, he put on the new generation of battle suit.

The energy was activated, and a majestic and abundant sense of power filled the battle suit. The uneven black alien-like patterns on the surface of the suit began to change and rearrange themselves.

One second later, the texture becomes a more tightly arranged, more compact, and more concave and convex horizontal texture.

With the changes in appearance, the defense capability has also been greatly improved.

Tony Stark clenched his fists, feeling the added bonus that the suit provided him.

He was impressed by the previous fight between Peter and Eddie.

An unspeakable sense of crisis always loomed over him.

After leaving the laboratory, Tony Stark went into the bathroom to take a shower, changed into casual clothes, and drove home.

"Mr. Stark, lunch is ready."

An old man in a black tuxedo respectfully opened the door for him.

The butler had neatly combed gray hair, a neatly ironed handmade suit, and a straight back with a slight bend.

"Thank you, Dan."

Tony Stark thanked the butler, "But you don't have to prepare such a sumptuous lunch. I'm not the kind of person who is particularly picky about food."

The walls of the hall are decorated with symmetrical carvings, and colorful Rembrandt's self-portrait oil paintings are hung on them, giving it an elegant and retro style.

Exquisite and gorgeous silver candlesticks were placed on the long table, and European carpets finer than a hair were spread on the ground.

Looking at the food already on the table, Tony complained to the butler:
"To be honest, I have no prejudice against French food, especially the delicious foie gras, but this is such a waste of time. First there is the appetizer, then the appetizer, soup, side dish, main course, and dessert. Oh, and there will be ice cream in between. I think most of my time will be wasted here."

"correct!"

He snapped his fingers and said to the butler, "I want to invite a friend to visit the manor. Dan, you need to make some preparations in advance."

"Yes, sir."

Tony Stark picked up his knife and fork and picked up a piece of foie gras.

"I shouldn't be so worried. After all, Peter is my friend."

He said to himself, shrugging his shoulders.

"Actually, I'm not used to it either. I prefer British food to French food."

Gwen was wearing a pair of beautiful crystal sandals on her feet and a pearl-colored long skirt on her lower body. The material of the skirt should be extremely smooth silk, which showed off her curvy figure.

Tonight Gwen is not dressed like a high school girl. Instead, she is wearing mature woman's clothes, which makes her look more charming.

Peter looked toward Gwen.

Her deep blue eyes flashed with youthful, fiery light, and her long hair fell over her shoulders, undulating like a small waterfall, sparkling with golden light.

The two were at a French restaurant, and Peter invited Gwen to taste French food.

As for why I treated Gwen to French food.

He felt that if he didn't accompany Gwen to relax, this girl who had lost her superpowers would torture herself into depression.

"Gwen, if France has an advantage over Britain, it's in food. Britain's dark cuisine is famous all over the world." "I don't think it's that bad."

Gwen still made an excuse without any conviction.

"You know what? Gwen, if heaven is a British policeman, a German technician, and a French chef, then do you know what hell is?"

Gwen tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I don't know, but I know this must be a joke attacking British cuisine."

Peter nodded. "You guessed it right. Hell is German police, French technicians and British chefs."

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The dinner came to an end with Gwen in a good mood.

Gwen was happily enjoying the dessert when she suddenly felt something was wrong with her body, and a nausea-inducing feeling rose from her throat.

"Excuse me, Peter, I need to go to the bathroom."

Gwen endured the discomfort in her body and pretended to be calm as she spoke to Peter.

Then she walked quickly to the bathroom.

"vomit!"

In the sink, Gwen vomited a lot of food she had just eaten.

Looking at the food she vomited, Gwen felt a surge of fear in her heart.

She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out what was wrong with her.

I have been feeling unwell since last night.

She held out her arm and observed the fair skin.

Suddenly!

A black shadow flashed across the skin.

Gwen immediately grabbed her arms with her hands, breathing heavily.

what is this? !!

Why does it look so similar to the black sticky substance on Eddie's body?

Could it be that that thing has parasitized my body?

She suddenly remembered the dream she had last night.

In the dream, her whole body was covered in black sticky liquid, and her tentacles were waving in the sky.

Will not!
I will never become a monster like Eddie!

Gwen kept saying this to herself in her mind.

Forcing herself to calm down, Gwen fixed her makeup and walked out of the bathroom.

"Are you okay, Gwen?"

Peter noticed that something was wrong with Gwen and asked her.

"Yes, I'm fine. I mean, maybe my appetite is not suited to French food, so my stomach is a little uncomfortable, but it's a minor problem."

Gwen smiled at Peter.

Peter looked Gwen up and down and nodded.

He noticed that something was wrong with Gwen, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"Yeah, that's good. If you have any questions, just tell me, Gwen. We are a family, right?"

"Yes, a family."

Gwen came over and put her arm around Peter.

late at night.

Gwen tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She always felt as if her body was burning, as if an invisible presence was swimming inside her body.

Nausea and vomiting come over me from time to time.

She simply got up and looked out into the darkening night.

After a moment's hesitation, she picked up the spider mask and quietly slipped out of the window.

"Oh!"

Gwen jumped out of the window and almost sprained her ankle because she lost her superpowers.

Rubbing her feet, she put on her hood and walked into the night.

Soon she arrived at the rooftop of a building.

"It's right here. I was being chased by those gangsters and had no place to go. I jumped over from here. If it weren't for Peter, I would have fallen."

Gwen came to the familiar rooftop, took a deep breath and talked to herself.

She always felt that there was a power surging in her body that was about to explode.

This made her feel very uneasy.

Closing her eyes, she tried to calm the restless forces in her body.

But the black consciousness of destruction instantly surged out of her body.

Black, sticky liquid flowed out of her body and surrounded her.

"No! No! No!"

Gwen, sensing something was wrong, tried to stop the black slime from surrounding her, but no matter how she struggled, she was still surrounded by the black slime.

One minute later.

Gwen stood at the edge of the rooftop and looked at her arm in astonishment.

A black, viscous liquid surrounds the arm, forming a protective shell.

And the lost spider superpowers seemed to have returned to her body again.

She tried to shoot silk from her wrists.

"Whoosh!"

Spider silk shot out from the wrist, but it turned into a black and more sticky spider silk.

The symbiote combined with her spider-serum to create different abilities and helped her regain her powers.

She covered her forehead and felt waves of pain.

It seemed as if an impulse of destruction and killing was attacking her brain, and two different consciousnesses were fighting for control of her body.

"No! I'm not someone else, I'm Gwen, I'm Gwen Stacy!"

Gwen, who could no longer bear the mental torture, opened her eyes, forced herself to get rid of the mess in her mind, and jumped forward.

"Oh!"

She jumped over the rooftop and leapt onto another building, then shot out spider silk from her wrist and pulled her higher into the sky.

"Hurry up! If we can't get this damn woman out of here, we'll be thrown into jail by the police. Don't tell me you want to pick up soap in jail!"

In a speeding black SUV, a man wearing a helmet and sitting in the passenger seat spoke to several people in the back of the car.

The people behind the car were all men wearing helmets that covered their faces, and in the middle was a shivering woman.

"Please, I'll give you whatever you want!"

The woman was a well-known singer, but unexpectedly she was kidnapped just after leaving the hotel.

She trembled and begged for mercy from several people.

"Your latest album earned 12 million in the international market. Although I don't understand why it is so valuable, you will find that our request is very reasonable and the matter is very thoughtful. Now let your people transfer the money to our account."

The kidnappers, led by the co-pilot, said to the female singer:

"Also, tell your people that if I see any police or vehicles following us, your next album will have to wait until after you die. Got it?"

"clear."

The female singer nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Very good. I hope your company or agent won't let us down."

The kidnapper turned his head with satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, a "bang" sound was heard from the roof of the car, as if something had fallen on it.

"Damn! What is that!"

The leading kidnapper immediately pointed his gun at the roof of the car and asked in a panicked voice.

"Tear!"

The next second, the metal roof of the car was torn off.

(End of this chapter)