VVVVVRRRRR... Spider-Man heard his phone vibrate in the pocket of his suit while he was swinging over skyscrapers. He landed on an urban physics laboratory and answered the phone. Just the serious guy I need to hear from, Iron Man, thought Spider-Man. He answered and Iron Man gave Spider-Man a briefing on his next mission.
He hung up. Venom was on the loose, tearing through Central Park as his rampage is reborn. Spider-Man, annoyed that Venom was interfering with his beauty swing, swung his way to Central Park, up ahead he saw black tendrils waving violently in the dense sunlight. He swung kicked Venom in his sorry face. While recovering, Spider-Man landed a perfectly exucuted drop punch, right into Venom's stomach. Venoms symbiote tendrils waved angrily yet painfully in the air.
A tendril grabbed Spidey and nearly suffocating him, he escaped, Venom seemed like he didn't mean to fight him. Venom asked Spider-Man if he can talk to him, Spidey agreed.

Wow, thought Spider-Man, Carnage was back and he wasn't here for a tea party, thats for sure.

Meanwhile, the remaining retaliating symbiote ink was seeping slowly into Peter Parker's radioactive blood.


TO BE CONTINUED

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.07.2011

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