Spider-Man: Summer Tour is a 2021 live action superhero comedy, drama, tragedy and adventure flick based on the highly popular superhero and is yet another sequel to both Into The Spider-Verse and the long-running Marvel Cinematic Universe and based off the Marvel comics by Stan Lee. With the success of Spider-Man (2019 film), the latter of whom was filmed back to back alongside with and released earlier in the year, Marvel and SONY reached an impasse at their next meeting, eventually decided that for now, the best direction to take the popular superhero was backwards with a film that discussed Peter's first official interaction with Venom, Carnage and Mary Jane, officially inducting both characters into official MCU lore. Halfway through Phase 5 though, trouble was still brewing as the coronavirus epidemic had not died down so principal photography could not get underway.
Once the global pandemic died down, the ok was given to green light Spider-Man: Summer Tour, only at the cost of Jon Watts who expressed his concern to move onto other projects and exited the MCU on his own terms. Marvel didn't take their sweet time picking a new director a couple of weeks after he left just in time before shooting ever started.
The film is produced by Marvel Studios, Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures and Columbia Pictures and distributed by Sony Pictures Releasing. It will also be produced by Kevin Feige and Jon Favreau. Finally, the film will be directed by the man behind the first Iron Man and The Lion King reboot, Jon Favreau himself.
Main Cast
- Tom Holland as Peter Parker / Spider-Man
- Madelaine Petsch as Mary Jane Watson
- Tom Hardy as Edward "Eddie" Charles Allan Brock / Venom
- Woody Harrelson as Cletus Kasady
- Tao Okamoto as Lieutenant Yuri Watanabe
- Marsai Tomei as May Parker
- Matthew McConaughey as Norman Osborn
- Charlie Rowe as Harry Osborn
- Naomie Harris as Frances Barrison
- Jennifer Connelly as KAREN (voice)
- Jacob Batalon as Edward "Ned" Leeds
- Zendaya as Michelle "MJ" Jones
- Angourie Rice as Elizabeth "Betty" Brant
- Tony Revolori as Eugene "Flash" Thompson
- Madison Lintz as Felicia Hardy
- Michelle Williams as Anne Weying
- Connie Britton as Anna Watson
- J.K Simmons as J.Jonah Jameson
- Gwyneth Paltrow as Virginia "Pepper" Potts
- Don Cheadle as James "Rhodey" Rhodes
- Ty Simpkins as Harley Keener
- Jon Favreau as Happy Hogan
- Donald Glover as Aaron Davis
- Gina Rodriguez as Rio Morales
- Martin Starr as Roger Harrington
- J.B Smoove as Julius Dell
- Reid Scott as Dan Lewis
- Lexi Rabe as Morgan Stark
- Steve Carrell as Ben Parker (flashbacks)
- Christian Isaiah as Miles Morales
- Vincent D'Onofrio as ????
- Richard Brake as Dennis Carradine (flashbacks)
Summary
After a long road of self-discovery into the multiverse from the exposure to his identity and arrest of Mysterio, Peter Parker's life is supposedly back on track just in time for a new summer vacation on a tour to San Francisco. Now ready to actively be the hero whenever needed, another snag hits his path between the humorous and cunning Eddie Brock Jr, battling with deadly foes such as the released Cletus Kassidy and reacquainting with his old childhood neighbor, Mary Jane Watson.
Story
San Quentin.
California’s oldest correctional institution opened in 1854, the penitentiary serves as the state’s oldest prison and one of the most well-known in the entire United States. Prison can be a thing that protects society from those who would do harm. Yet, if it is cold-hearted and indifferent, if it is keeping in place via fear systems that starve and abuse populations, then it harms society. The confusing thing perhaps, is that in this mixed-up money-nexus world, it does both simultaneously....
...especially with San Quentin being home to California's only gas chamber and the only facility in the state that conducts and carries out executions.
Within the different housing units -- North Segregation, East Block, Donner, and The Adjustment Center -- there are 725 murderers, cop killers, child killers, and serial killers. It’s both a lonely and crowded world inside the country’s largest Death Row, where hundreds of condemned inmates, stripped of nearly every freedom, wait around to die.
Except, not really.
The prison had not performed an execution since 2006 via a federal court order freezing said executions, declaring California's lethal injection protocol as unconstitutional. It effectively commuted any unlucky recipients' death sentences and gave them all concurrent life without parole sentences instead.....much to the dismay of those who generally wanted to have their lives snuffed out.
Cletus Kassidy (Woody Harrelson) was not one of those people.
If one were to ask the definition behind sadist, it’d likely be a picture of this man choking out every other word on the page.
A sociopathic, homicidal sadist at heart, this curly-haired, red-headed freak of nature had always been preoccupied with a nasty side, one of which he never even tried to hide. The man could be less associated as a man as opposed to a monster given how extensively long his track record is.
In his childhood, he was known to torture his mother's dog, and when he was orphaned he stayed at St. Estes Home for Boys, but he was later accused of burning down the orphanage which killed the disciplinarian administration. He also once pushed a girl in front of a bus, killing her instantly, for simply not agreeing to go out with him. Prior to his incarceration, Kasady killed his grandmother by pushing her down a flight of stairs and embarked on a massacre in New York City, and murdered 11 people on Ryker's Island. Following the massacre, Kasady dug up his mother's grave.
Nobody requested him. Nobody visited him. Nobody dropped by to say hi. Not a single soul on God’s green repugnant earth gave this serial killer the time of day for the past few decades.
That was the case.....until he asked for an interview with journalist and former reporter, Edward Charles Allan "Eddie" Brock Jr (Tom Hardy).
The only thing separating these two was this barbed-wire 84-inch by 57 width shaped cube that kept Cletus incarcerated like the animal he was.
And yet, this man flashes a Cheshire cat smile from his omnipresent blank stare, igniting his stone-cold heart again. From that Cheshire grin came a glorious sense of expectation. Some idea had made him very happy. Very happy indeed.
Emotionally indifferent people, the cold hearts, like Cletus....they don't feel awkward the way such beings attached to normalcy do. No sense of urgency rushed over him upon seeing his first visitor in years, decades even; his spine began to tingle, salivating even at the thought, the trickling suspicion of getting one pure, warm drop of blood from this man.....If he even could.
There was nothing in this tiny room before Eddie but his own heartbeat and rancid breath. At times he had hit the iron bars with the ring on his dried-up bloody fingers, just to hear something different, to make a tune. Normally at this point, the futility of it would hit the average man. One could imagine music all they want, recollect sunny days, and picture wide open spaces, but these walls aren't crumbling any century soon.
Eddie: Umm....I don’t want any of that.
Cletus: That....isn’t up for debate.
Eddie: And why....is that?
Cletus: Well, that's the fun part Eddie: the waiting. Finding out. There are two radically different types of waiting: the kind that feels like gentle onshore breezes kissing salty stones. It isn't warm but there is a sense of calm, of nature, of things expected. Then there is the kind that feels like the head of a medieval mace is loose in the guts and the head has taken a beating with a hefty plank of wood.
An oddly specific allegory to something as mundane as what Eddie was doing right now. Holding out this rose-lined, narrow-ruled, small notepad in his left hand with a silver ballpoint pen in the other, he contemplated jotting all of that down.
But he did; going against that notion would defeat the very purpose as to why he even agreed to come here. It did encourage him to ask more questions.
Eddie: Something tells me you like the mace approach more.
Cletus: It’s all a matter of setting that match and igniting the flames. Francis will be cooking it for supper.
A name drop. Another name to jot down on his notepad. Guess this conversation is taking off after all, huh? Eddie couldn’t help but think to himself.
“Francis.....Barrison”, he whispers, finishing up the name on his notepad. He’s left mumbling quietly to himself, taking the presence of such a demented individual and trying to picture him with....someone about as cruel and cunning as him. He could see it....
....but he was still working on believing it.
Eddie: That's your accomplice?
Cletus: If by accomplice, you mean firecracker? Livewire? Then yes.
He didn’t even try to maneuver his arms around the duct tape tied around his shoulders and chest and upper thigh, slinking his way back to a vertical basis. It was a terrible attempt at a straitjacket.
He was the one who previously asked Eddie to approach him, only made sense if he did the same. Cletus was left inching his head against the multi-gridded bars, fixating his eyes on Eddie....
....and his sudden lack of anxiety.
Cletus: I'd be more concerned if you weren't anxious or nervous because there is all the difference in the world between brave and foolhardy. You are brave, so you have these feelings. It's good. It makes you more reliable and solid.
Eddie: Mind telling me what the hell it is you want?
Cletus: I’ve heard about you, Eddie. Drake. The Life Foundation. How you brought them down. You have an inkling, a burning desire for acquiring the truth....I can give that to you. WE....can give that to you, if you join us.
Eddie is left scoffing at this remark. In an odd way, he’s flattered with all this attention coming his way, taking down a corrupt businessman in such a bizarre yet awkward fashion. But the simple fact of the matter was this: things like that, he was going to do on his own terms.
And the last thing he needed was two voices rambling on through his head in a moment of clarity.
Eddie: Nah, man. I ain’t gonna be like you.
The sadist staring across from him expected that answer.
Cletus: I wouldn’t be so sure on that, Eddie....
And yet that damn smile wouldn’t leave him, as he slinks away from the cell walls, sitting back down in his seat. Folding his hands in together, the urge to twiddle his blood-soaked thumbs was too great. Those rough hands were his medication, his heart-song, and his light, for that is love.
Love compacts the senses, and as when stardust so compacted in the universe, a new star is born with its own gravity and radiant light.
Cletus:....not if our mutual friend from New York has anything to say about that.
Eddie: Another one? From New York?
Cletus: Well, I wouldn't say he's close.....yet. But he is a rather special someone whose real name we don't know yet.
Eddie: Ok ok, so what'd you call him?
Cletus: How much do you know about....the Spider-Man from Queens?
Spider? Man?
Eddie: Shh....*Whispers* I told you to keep quit....
Cletus even the guard behind Eddie both looked at Eddie barely hearing him whispering Kassidy gave a grin wondering if he was talking to himself or.....loosing it like him slowly either way he was intrigued from what he may know.....about him and Drake like he said
And soon Eddie looked at Kassidy trying to act natural
Eddie: Uh....just what the Bugle say about him. Why? What's your interest in him?
Cletus: Same one....you're gonna have.
Cletus gave him one last sinister smirk till the screen cuts out
~Opening to Marvel Studios~
~Spider-Man Homecoming - Main Soundtrack~
We open up to New York an entire year after the events of Far From Home took place and for awhile everyone knew the secret identity of Spider-Man.....at least until Quintin Beck was caught committed as a fraud and murderer clearing his name but how he cleared his identity he owed that......to special friends from.....the Spider Verse
Which is a story yet to be told later
However summer had arrived since the events in Europe accrued and in the heart of Brooklyn that was once home to the old Captain America people came and went around traffic was packing up like in every New York Road
Even Paper Routings all had the front page of Spider-Man's clearing of his name and identity since it wasn't TOO long ago and soon enough we come across a cab stopping by the side of a curb and who stepped out was that familiar man we saw trying to buy one of the alien weapons from Herman Sheltz AKA the Shocker
It was who Spidey called "Mr. Criminal" but known as Aaron Davis (Donald Glover) and he was fallowed by a little boy (Christian Isaiah) with him climbing out of the cab and Aaron went to the driver's window and paid the driver
Aaron: Thank you. Have a good one.
Boy: What'd we doing here Uncle Aaron?
Aaron: This is just uh....aren I'm running for your dad. He had me run these since he let me back in the family given it wasn't easy to earn back his trust.
Boy: I still don't understand why he was mad at you before.
Aaron: Well it's grown up stuff bud. When you're older I'll tell you about it. Or he will just....they'll be a lot to process.
Boy: I wouldn't think less of you.
Aaron: I know. Come on.
Aaron lead the boy who's obviously the nephew he told Spider-Man about before and they went in some small convenience market Aaron was picking up groceries for his brother who obviously his nephew's father
Aaron and the kid went to the isle with eggs and frozen food were being contained and the boy picked up some cereal he liked
Aaron then got milk and some time pass Aaron and his nephew were ready to check out
Aaron: Hope that's everything marked down. Your dad would kill me if I missed anything.
Boy: Not more than mom would. She wrote you that list.
Aaron chuckled at his nephew's quote and soon as it was their turn to check out.....gunshots were fired
People screamed and Aaron grabbed the kid and ducked down as armed thugs in hoodies and baseball caps came rushing in shooting the ceiling
Robber # 1: Everybody on their knees! No second warning!
Robber # 2: You heard him! On your knees!
People screamed more and the boy started crying for he was scared what was happening Aaron held on to him trying to comfort and protect him and shushing him as the robbery went in progress
The third robber was forcing the staff members to fill their bags with their money till suddenly.....he was web zipped up and the kid was the first to notice he saw the robber get pulled into a vent and he crawled over which took Aaron an instant to notice
Aaron: MILES NO!
Aaron's shout gave him away and the second robber pointed his gun at the kid "Miles" who got scared but out of the same vent came out......the one.....the only.....the Amazing....Spectacular.......SPIDER-MAN (Tom Holland)
He landed behind the robber and tapped him on the shoulder who looked back and shot webs in his face and kicked him aside and little Miles being a fan of Spidey was happy to see him in person for the first time
Miles: SPIDER-MAN!
Spider-Man: How's it going kid? Do me a favor and find a place to hide.
Miles nodded smiling in excitement at him and ran back to his uncle who pulled him over and saw him too remebering when he saw him before observing him as the first now LAST robber pointed his gun at him
Robber # 1: Spider-Man??
Spider-Man: What's going down? Hey can you point me to the nearest Spiders room?
Robber # 1: Eat leg you freak!
He fired his nine millimeter for Peter to leap off the walls then over him web yanking his weapon out of hands the crook took out his pocket knife and Pete dodged his swings
Spider-Man: I get your POINT!
He countered the last attack by grabbing his right arm and webbing it to his other arm and then leap up the ceiling sticking his feet on it shot two web lines at him tying him up and hanging him up from the ground
Spidey then web spin down upside down to him
Spider-Man: how's it hanging?
He may thought he was being funny now but suddenly cops pointed their guns came bursting the doors opened and a female cop (Tao Okamoto) spotted Spider-Man and to his surprise.....she pointed her gun at him
Female Cop: Hands to the air! I mean it you mutant freak!
Spider-Man: What?? I thought I was cleared from all that.
Cop: Lt. He's not responsible for this.
Lt: I don't care. Take him down.
The cop who defended Spider-Man felt bad of what the Lt ordered him to do and all pointed their guns at him
Spider-Man: HELLO! GOOD GUY! SAVED YOUR ASSS! ME!
Lt: I said hands to the air. NOW!
Seeing no point to convince this unfamiliar cop Spidey web zipped to the back to escape through the back door
Lt: You three. Cuff the dirt bags here. The rest of you with me. We're going after that menace.
The Lt lead her men to the back room tailing Spider-Man as Aaron was the first to stand up with Miles behind his leg and turn to one of the three cops
Aaron: I need to speak with Officer Davis.
Spidey made it outside and ran to the end of the ally way only to look back to seeing he was being chased by the Lt and three cops
Spider-Man: Oh come on!
He web zipped straight up making the cops stopping dead in their tracks looking up where he zipped up
Cop: He's getting away.
Lt: Oh no he's not.
She took her radio and gave a report
Lt: This is Lt Yuri Watanabe. We have eyes on Spider-Man. He's heading west. I want choppers in pursuit. I repeat: Choppers in pursuit.
Minutes later Peter was already miles away from the store catching his breath but.....only had a short time giving he heard helicopters approaching
Spider-Man: Give me a break. At least let me brake a piece of that KITKAT BAR!
He ran and web swings off the roof trying to stay out of sight
Pilot # 1: Echo 1. to Echo 2. Orders from Lt Watanabe in pursuit of suspect in airborne in progress.
Pilot # 2: Roger Echo 1. Keep your eye out for Spider-Man.
The choppers were closing in and Pete makes a turn off behind another building to avoid being spotted and tapped on his right ear
Spider-Man: Ned. Get me a route to loose these choppers!
Give give give. That’s all I can do; take a turn off of Delmar’s old bodega and then keep heading out into Jamaica.
Spider-Man: Longways away.
Not if you know where to go from there.
He did have a point; Peter did know his way around New York in a jiffy if his current streak of rushing towards the most populated of places within a very strict time limit didn’t go unnoticed.
Spider-Man: Point taken.
Being chased brings out a primal fear, the kind that brings out every ounce of you, that empties the reserve tank of the reserve tank. It is the kind of fear of the worst of nightmares, the kind that ignores physical and mental pain in the pursuit of safety.
As he disconnects the line from his side, Peter is left having to wrestle with that very conception, having firmly been under the influence of the primal fear himself. The last time he was chased down to this extent was the moment a certain megalomaniac faked his death and put the destruction of Europe squarely at his feet. It was the most stressful time of his life so far, only rivaled by the time he and the Guardians held THANOS at bay on Titan.
Few times had he been chased before by those stronger and in numbers and very VERY RARELY had he had to swing fast, then either hide or find refuge. It's all you can do. I escaped every time. But those moments running, my brain on speed mode, ultra-focused on the escape, they stay in my head as if they were filmed in slow motion.
Unfortunately, it was only 2:43 p.m.....which meant the inevitable chaotic rush hour was a mere 17 minutes away. Meaning until he could formulate a better strategy, this cycle was going to repeat itself again. Right here, right now.
Spider-Man: C’mon Spidey, c’mon Spidey! Gotta ditch ‘em!
He announces loudly to himself, sprinting faster and faster before leaping forward and through the air, gusting the wind against his face and chest before freefalling off the Silvercup Studio’s building.
With not that much distance between him and the ground, he presses down on his palm, shooting a webline thread from his web shooter. Thwiping through the air, Peter ducks his head underneath the train track leading from the Queensboro Plaza station. And good thing too, since the W train was already moving along quickly above him.
As he continues to shoot webline after webline amongst the leggings of the lower level platform, Peter was making valuable time: zipping seconds out from Queens Boulevard east of him, which in itself was only a few minutes out from Jamaica.
Right now, it succeeded at the bare minimum: keeping him hidden.
At least until his head started to ring excessively at a massive jolt; his “Peter-Tingle” detecting a moderate source of danger soon to be coming at him in the next few seconds.
Spider-Man: Oh boy.....
Not to be pressed for time, he leaps in mid-air, via a somersault as a barrage, an endless spray of bullets, zip and fly past him. One barely skims past his left shoulder as Peter pulls off a 360 and the other brims by the heel of his right foot.
Barely avoiding them, Peter is left zipping and swinging faster. Attention was drawn back, once again, to the cops who were in full force behind him; five total cop cars. And better yet, his lenses zoomed out from his right seeing a chopper guarding the top of the tracks above.
Couldn’t catch a break this time.
Spider-Man: No where else to go?
He spots the near by lake and looked back seeing five cops coming his way and then looked back down to the lake
Spider-Man: I forgot my swim fins but....HERE GOES!
The web slinger dove off splashing loud and high into the water the cops heard the splash and ran in that direction the chopper above put on it's search light to the direction where they were heading
The officers with their guns pointing around looked around the lake but not a single image of any red and black were dumbstruck on his where abouts
The officers with their guns pointing around looked around the lake but not a single image of any red and black above put on it's search light to the direction where they were heading
Officers with their guns pointing around looked around the lake but not a single image of any red and black and they were dumbstruck on his on his where abouts
Cop # 1: Gotta give him credit he vanishes as he appears..
Cop # 2: Why are we even still chasing Spider-Man? We know he didn't kill Beck last summer so what's the point in all this?
Cop # 3: We have our orders from Lt Watanabe.
Cop # 2: She ain't in charge. The chief closed off the case last year.
Cop # 4 Maybe she's on Jameson's payroll like Pauley.
Cop # 5: Jameson isn't on the Lt's likable list maybe she just hates Spider-Man for her own reasons.
Cop # 1: Either way there's nothing more we can do here. Let's get out of here.
The cops all walked off putting their guns away but on the other side of the lake Peter came out of the water breathing for air he pulled of his mask and climbed out panting he sat down pressing down on the center of his belt activating the suit's heater to dry himself off like Tony showed him before when saving him from drowning
Peter: I proved my innocence put my identity back in the dark and NYPD are STILL after my hide. Guess the whole good cop bad cop thing doesn't sit straight with them. Least I gave them a slip.
Peter stood up pulling his mask back on then Ned's voice came on the speakers
Dude! You ok? I lost contact with ya after the resumption went bad.
Spider-Man: Yeah. Had to take a dip in the lake to shake off Watanabe's troops. That lady cop has been after me for a month and she just can't give me a break.
Well least you're in the clear. But I thought I should tell ya....those uplinks Mr. Hogan sent us are ready to download into your suit.
Spider-Man: Sweet. We can finally get Karen back! I know we're gonna need her help to solve those murders in San Francisco from the news. I'm on my way to your house.
Just use the window in my room mom just got in.
Spider-Man: Haven't used a window since May caught me in my suit.
He web zipped straight up leaving the park
About an hour in a half later Peter was already at Ned's house which is the first time we see it and in his room Ned's bed is merely a mattress flat on the flour a tv on the dresser and shelf of lego collection even his lego death star along with a lego batcave from Batman and lego Hogwarts from Harry Potter
Ned (Jacob Batalon) was on his laptop ass Peter came in carrying his suit with a bandage on his shoulder from the near shot he took even one his heel opening the suit and plugging a wire in the inner center and Ned uploaded the uplink of the original Stark Suit
Ned: You know Pete....this is just a thought but why do we need Karen to solve the murders in San Francisco? Don't get me wrong accepting the summer tour there for our senior year was a great advantage but....we could still use those glasses.
Peter: Yeah well....I kind of want to play it old school on this one. I mean when I gave Beck those glasses like an idiot that gave him the opportunity to expose my identity and.....I don't want a repeated performance.
Ned: I'm seeing your point just saying....we can still put extra stuff to use.
Peter: Well I'm Spider-Man. Not the next Iron Man.
Ned nodding in understanding and soon the download was ready
Ned: Ok....ready for download.
Peter: Don't disappoint me.
Peter walked over to Ned's position and pressed enter himself and the downloading process begins ad took merely another hour to finish it the sunset was already at it's final stage
Peter and Ned killed time like they did in Homecoming when fallowing Vulture's men to WDC by eating chips playing x-box and later Ned was on the flour nearly falling asleep as Peter's head down on his desk till the beeper finally dinged the download process was complete
Peter: It's done.
Ned: Alright. Go ahead and put it on see if she responses.
Soon after that minute Peter was back in the suit minus the mask and pressed the logo the tech shined in the suit
Ned: Whoa! What's happening?
Peter: I don't know. I seen this before though. Karen? Karen are you there?
What?? Peter?? (Jennifer Connelly's voice)
Peter: HEY! I HEAR HER!
Ned: DUDE IT WORKED!
They high fived while laughing
Peter what happened suddenly I just....shut down. And....nothing....till now. How long has it been?
Peter: A year. The old suit was destroyed with you in it. But luckily Happy had your blue prints and sent me the uplinks and download you into my new suit here.
Well it's good to be back. Even more good to be working with you again.
Peter: Same. Say Karen what time is it?
About a quarter pass 9.
Peter: WHAT?!?!?! PASS NINE?! I got to get home or May will have a cow. Ned keep the remaining data packed for San Francisco. We'll need it for the murder case.
Ned: Got it.
Thwip!
A webline over to Ned’s right, it takes ahold of the mask and zips it over to its rightful owner as Peter puts it on.
Peter is left having to scramble to the bedroom window and leap out, not before he shoots a web at the glass and lifts up the framing before doing so. He dips out the house and into the night; the bustle of the Big Apple clouding his ears and mind as he swings on through the thankfully less-crowded streets and roads.
With the rush hour having ended hours ago, no need to fret on about any more loud noise in a day where even with the rush hour, traffic was sprinkled upon the blacktop that day as if the roads were a playset that came with only a few cars.
Ned couldn’t help but notice how blatantly Pete left the window wide open, thus letting in a brief gust of air swirl and eddy around him as if they were the rocks within a great and wide riverbed. At first, he inhaled it, feeling an extraneous amount of weight on his shoulders that went by Peter unnoticed.
Eventually, he bolts off the mattress frame and zips to the window, closing the framing of the window before cutting off the air.
All he could do in that moment was sigh heavily yet again with his back against the window, slinking and sliding down off the wall onto the wooden floor. There Ned lies, uneven amongst the columns supporting the window with his eyes fixated across to the cabinet adjacent to his door. His precious LEGO Death Star didn’t come into frame....
....more than the two miniature mini-figures standing in front of the massive 4,016 piece battle station of one of the Empires ultimate weapons.
Obi-Wan and Anakin Skywalker.
Ned just continues to stare them down, as uncomfortable as a chorus-girl corset, and was constricted and shallow as his current state of breathing. There was no life behind his eyes anymore. This stare was one of hurt and buried as if he feared being vulnerable more than the cold reality manufactured and serviced before him:
Behind that icy stare was a mountain of pain, yet extracting it would bring pain and instability. Never really felt this way about IT before; confused because he felt the need to gain greater perspective, to take a step back and see the wide-angle version. There was a lot more to see, little wonder he couldn't figure things out with a clearer state of mind.
Not to say Peter’s was any better.
The issue at hand being the very thing he once refused to take up before but now actively promised he would since the incident with Mysterio: step up. Ever since last summer and the ridiculously ludicrous stipulations that had been placed on Peter’s life as well as those closest to him, it did succeed in pulling back the wool over his eyes and realizing that THIS....this was no game. Any semblance, any chance of a consistently, mundane normal life now?
All flushed down the toilet.
On the one hand, he was finally coming onto himself as a more prominent figure in the city, both in the people’s interest and his own, embracing his namesake and title as an Avenger more often. But that also came at the expense of a long-increasing list of detractors, most infamously, the Daily Bugle. Jameson would not give him the time of day.
Today was not the day to have to listen to any of that since he leaves a podcast on the media outlet site once every ten hours EVERY SINGLE DAY. So home was the only logical place for Peter to head back to after a longer day than anticipated.
Another webline swing off of the nearest lamppost, he lands along the side of his bedroom mirror of what was now their THIRD apartment building that he and his beloved Aunt May had to relocate to. Taking time to catch his breath and collect his thoughts, it made him reflect back to how both of them even got here.
Nothing personal occurred over when they moved out of their first apartment. But he remembers them going through the motions again with his second apartment so vividly after the aftermath of the Blip: he wasn’t the only one who vanished as a result of THANOS; the snap took Aunt May as well, leaving the apartment vacant and eventually rented to another family. Five years later, the effects of the Snap were undone, causing May to reappear in her old apartment. However, her appearance shocked its current occupants, with the grandmother of the new family believing she was a ghost while the wife thought her to be a mistress. May was soon reunited with her nephew and the duo moved into another apartment as a result.
Thankfully, no such disastrous occupations appeared to be presenting themselves to where it would cause them to move out yet again. At least that is what Peter hoped.
And to think Aunt May (Marisa Tomei) used to think the same way; glimpsing over at this intricate decor crowding this residence from the kitchen table, from the interconnected living room and kitchen with a moderate-sized TV flat in the center 8 feet away from the double-decker couch and coffee table.
Through windows that welcomed the passage of the light and the dark, the dining room would at least be vibrant with a hint of radiant energy and liveliness. Now she couldn’t even feel that; all because of Spider-Man.
This kitchen table had seen every emotion, from the sweet silent happiness of family times, when the only sound is contented enjoyment, to the rage that bursts out in the hard times. From its rich cream surface the wood beneath peaks through, as if to remind her that they were both the same in a way, that in those tough times they could’ve learned how to show their beauty and true strength instead of the anger that damaged theme recently.
Scaling her fingers amongst the wooden surface, it was much difficult nowadays. And to think, the kitchen table once cooled her palms as the warm brown hues rekindled her soul on days like these. It was the steady companion to the aroma of freshly baked bread and the birdsong that flutters in from the garden beyond.
But still nothing.
She find her eyes quickly snapping over to the first bedroom door, with Peter slowly walking on out as causally awkward as possible. She could barely hear his footsteps flip-flopping across the bleached tile hallway.
There was no point in trying to say ‘Hi’, to be sentimental in a situation where he knew he utterly bollocksed up.
Peter: Sorry I skipped out.
May: So....ahem....how was....’work’?
The sight that escaped Peter’s dry lips as he turned back towards his aunt was slow, as if his brain needed that time to process what had happened. His eyes remained fixed on her, on the exact path May had him focused on: a narrow straight line.
She was fixating her eyes on his suit.
Peter: I—same old. Did meet a new fan though; his name is Miles.
May: Uh huh.....
Peter: Just some kid really. But he's fine. Anyway, got the baddies. All in a days work.
May: Apart from the chopper chase, you mean?
Peter felt the stress building when he mentioned that; whenever stressed, he tries to go somewhere quiet and is still for a time, letting the feelings of fear, sadness and frustration ebb and flow.
May: It was all over the TV, Peter. You’re lucky they didn't get you.
Peter: Yeah, I know....look, no one knows anymore on what and why; that's the important thing. But that.....JJ guy from the Bugle isn't giving me the time of day; if anything, he's probably why New York's finest is following me still.
May: That's what worries me, Pete.
Peter: Don’t tell me you’re believing all of that all of a sudden.....
May: If I did, I wouldn’t have went up to that skinflint to try and get him off your back! But then to make matters worse, you go and jump off a building?!
Peter: They wouldn’t have believed it wasn’t me.
That didn’t really make May’s case any better or worse, for the both of them.
Peter: Look, it had to be convincing. I'm sorry I scared you like that, May.
May: You scare me each time you put THAT on.
He didn’t need to dissect deep into the sorrow and pain in May’s voice when she directed her attention to this suit, this red and black upgraded outfit boasting varying weave patterns, and featured additional areas that were now colored black with interwoven striations, including the biceps, upper legs, and much of the forearms.
Everything about that small black and white insignia slapped onto the chest of her nephew came with a burning, fuming, new profound hatred. With a sharp inhale and exhale, she regains her composure.
May: All of this has been happening because of that suit. Because of this—this burden that you’ve had to weigh on top of your shoulders every day. You think it’s easy for me to sit on ass at home, praying you’ll be able to handle yourself after THANOS? Just why—what—
Angry wasn’t a good look on her....and it was very rare. There was this ghostly cord that grew from her bent spine and dangled over her head as some rotten carrot and she found herself utterly gobsmacked that this wasn’t helping. Having to restructure her entire life was no sunshine and rainbows but having to finally come to grips with her nephew being a ‘hero’....
....while simultaneously making things better and worse for everyone? That was both a lot of pressure and strain for someone like him had to live out and live up to.
May: I can't believe I didn't say anything before but....not anymore. It's time you got rid of it.
Peter: What?? May, you---
May: I'm not putting up with this, Peter Parker! Either you get rid of that costume or I will.
Peter: Aunt May.....I thought you encouraged me with this. You suggested I keep this up; FEAST, Europe. All of that?
May: Well, as you can see, I’ve went through a RADICAL transformation on top of everything that’s been going down at the center so you can say this isn’t doing it for me.
Peter: Have you forgotten that the last time I refused to take this with me, we STILL got put in danger? Last thing I want is for someone to die on my hands when I could’ve done something!
May: Peter, next time you go out there, you’re gonna collapse on somebody’s front porch and you won’t be able to crawl back here. You can’t handle all that responsibility!
Peter: Yeah, well, guys like me don’t have much of a choice!
They could not have gotten off to on worse terms. Peter noticed how sharp and fresh his manner was, yelling at May for the first time, feeling that momentary loss of control in the conversation. He simply covered his face up, embarrassed that it was coming to this all while May stood there, motionless, frozen.
Very rarely did Peter stand up to her in moments of clarity or stress. Just never like this.
There wasn’t even any heat in her voice telling Peter all this, as if her heartbeat so steadily, even though she took a different view from Peter’s own. She simply said this was her way of doing things.
Not for Peter. Not anymore, at least.
Peter: Spider-Man’s going to San Francisco, May. And you’re not stopping me.
May gave her nephew a dumbstruck but serious expression to her nephew as he stormed to his room leaving May speechless but furious for his own good May was not gonna let Peter win this
An hour later Peter was in the bathroom taking a shower which May used to her advantage to slip in his room being true to her word if Peter wouldn't get rid of the suit she would
May felt after everything that happened with Thanos and Beck she was doing this out of love from a parent figure to a child May and her husband before his offscreen passing raised him as their own son and May loved Peter enough if he were and to do this was for Peter's best interest so you can understand how she feels about this and felt stupid she didn't do this before
First she searched the closet it wasn't there then Peter's pile of dirty cloths on the closet flour it wasn't there either
May then turned to Peter's bed and kneed down under it finding a plastic containing box pulling it out and removes the top off finding the suit.....
......May made a serious look again and took the suit putting the top back on the container and pushed it back under the bed as if it was always there
A minute after.....May came out of the apartment shutting her apartment door locking it walking to the hall elevator carrying a bag that no doubt had the suit
May walked in the elevator as the doors opened two people out of it and May waltzed in pressing the button for the first flour and she unzipped the bag revealing the suit stored in there
May: Kiss New York goodbye Spider-Man. You're not taking my nephew away again.
The way she spoked like that....you can't blame her for this
She zipped the bag back up as the elevator doors closed.....
......on the same evening we come to San Francisco the city that Peter and his classmates were coming for a tour for the summer tomorrow May was coming too for what reaons were soon to be foretold and as you know this was the home of Eddie Brock himself after leaving New York
But there we first come to some nightclub where high disco music was playing food and drinks were being served to customers at bars and booths but out on the dance flour.....is where we finally meet our new character of the MCU dancing against three other girls
A certain redhead dancing in and out was in a red dress and black high heels and soon as her face was shown on the screen she was revealed to be Mary Jane Watson (Madeline Petsch)
Yes finally the original MJ from the comic finally appears yet making her the second MJ in this given Peter's last but now ex girlfriend Michelle Jones
Mary Jane's full story here was yet to be told soon but here she's wild spirited in partying and building a curer of acting but for some reason was into it.....to escape from being herself yet again reasons soon to be told
Mary Jane and her friends kept dancing and dancing to one another smiling holding hands and swaying pass one another
But after some time after the music they were dancing to ended they were at the bar having whine with...fake ID's making the staff thinking they were in college given their senior year would be after the summer as well after MJ took a chug she and her friends drunk all laughed with one another
Mary Jane: Girls, I've got a good feeling the show is gonna blow this city away after the grand finale.
Friend # 1: You been saying that since the end of the semester.
Mary Jane: Well forgive me for lighting the mood.
Friend # 1: No disrespect MJ just Mr. Williams (Their director) says we're no where near for the finale till May 21st.
Friend # 2: And aren't we gonna fetcher the show for some other high school potential seniors from New York?
Hearing the word "New York" made MJ eye at the friend who mentioned it for there was something about it that she had a history with that was to be told here
Friend # 3: New York? MJ isn't that where you lived before you moved here?
Mary Jane: In my childhood yeah. It's also where the worst things that happened to me accrued.
Friend # 3: Sorry MJ. Just....is it possible we'll meet anyone you knew there from the class that's coming?
Mary Jane: Maybe maybe not. But we'll give them a good show either way. But for now.
MJ held out her glass proposing a toast
Mary Jane: To the grand finale.
The girls laughed clinging their glasses to hers
They then took sip of their drinks
Hours pass more nearing 1AM in the morning at a dark apartment until the front door opened the light of the hall shinning a drunk Mary Jane came waltzed in dropping her purse and shutting the door so be surprised by a lamp turning on reveling another and older redhead woman (Connie Britton) in a chair looking firmly and serious at her like May did with Peter
Woman: Where....have you been?!
MJ scoffed the way the woman demanded an answer of her where abouts as she was in no mood to argue being too tired and drunk
Mary Jane: I told you on the phone I was gonna be late Aunt Anna.
The woman named "Anna" revealed to be Mary Jane's own aunt stood up more firmly and serious at her
Anna: I didn't expect it to be 1 in the morning. Especially what the news is saying about murders.
Mary Jane: You worry too much.
Anna: I don't have time for attitude MJ......
Mary Jane: And I don't have time for another lecture. I'm tired right now and I'm going to bed.
MJ walked over to the hall as Anna spoke more seriously
Anna: Don't you walk away from me when I'm talking to you young lady.
Mary Jane: Will you get off my back?! I'm still a person here trying to make an acting curer for the future and have a good time with my friends.
Anna: At nightclubs? Drinking? Don't think I didn't smell the alcohol on you! You're 17 years old and you're not legalized to drink any of that junk!
Mary Jane turned back to HER lecturing aunt with her hair spinning around
Mary Jane: What'd you want from me Anna?!
Anna: Not to be in harms way! There's dangerous people out at night and the news about these murders don't make me feel safe each time you're out there at night this late! The last thing I want is for you to become like your father!
Mary Jane: DON'T! Don't compare me to him....
Anna: It's hard not to MJ. Cause he did the EXACT same things you're doing when you were just a baby. I had to help your mother raise you when he was putting you both through so much tragedy. I don't want to see you do the same. Cause when he left and your mother died.....I wanted to give you something better than he did. So I am....BEGGING you Mary Jane. Please....stop with these late parties and drinking.....
Mary Jane barely could hold back a tear but her expression didn't change
Mary Jane: Or what? Are you gonna walk out of the door like he did?
Anna stood there in silence as tears ran down her own eyes refusing to let her aunt see hers MJ turned around to walk to her room again and by the time she grabbed the door nob
Anna: MJ.
She stopped already aggravated with this conversation she just wanted to get some sleep with all this alcohol in her system but Anna spoke calmly this time
Anna: It's not just cause of your father. When you.....when you disappeared.....and were gone for....five years and that was just a year ago.
She wiped her eyes trying to keep her sadness hidden and turned back to her Aunt
Mary Jane: But I'm back now. And I'm not going anywhere.
Anna: I know that but....when you're out there....I feel like you've disappeared again. You're all I have left MJ.
Mary Jane: Well I can assure you Anna....I'll know where to go if danger is right in front of me. I can take care of myself.
They went silent again and MJ took that moment to open her door waltzed in her room and shuts the door on her Aunt
Anna faced down in sadness not knowing what she's gonna do with her niece she had nothing to do except settle in for the night herself and as she was in her gown and sat on her bed and looked on her bed side looking at a framed picture there
Anna took the picture looking down at it and it revealed an image of herself....and May standing together smiling with their arms around their shoulders
Seems we now know why May was coming to SF cause her and Anna were long time friends and was coming to catch up and who knows what else as she muttered to herself
Anna: May....you're my only hope.
Whatever that hope may be it would have something to do with May helping her set MJ straight but would it have something to do with Peter too?
That too....was soon to be foretold
But not if these gruesome murders are due to cross paths with her or Mary Jane, the very last thing any parental figure should have to worry about in this day and age. The Blip was bad enough as a sudden resurgence to a seemingly futile situation in an already worse environment, taking everyone off guard....
....but to be simply checked off some deranged psychopaths bucket list especially when you just got back? One could not ask for such an unfavorable and insulting manner to go out.
A feeling Eddie Brock knows all too well.
The universal genocide which eliminated fifty percent of all life, disintegrating individuals into dust at random succession.....had also caught up to him as well, leaving the 40-year-old former reporter without anything, even his own life.
Everything became an instant downward spiral once the effects were reversed and he came back.
San Francisco was one of the thousands of cities across Earth affected by the Snap. The sudden disappearance of millions of people caused chaos and panic throughout the city, with a state of national emergency being declared; none of which made it any easier once the Blip occurred. As a result of the five years between the Snap and the Blip, many of the previous victims were displaced from their homes, including Eddie.
The mass displacement of so many people was so acute it caused the UN to create The Global Repatriation Council, a supranational organization which was given the mandate to help the returned people get housing and several forms of social security. Eddie was only just able to grab ahold of another valid social security number but housing?
That was another matter entirely.
Too many people needed nursing and a home as desperately, if not more than he did. It left him with no choice but to spend the first few months after his return on the streets; cold.
Scared.
Hungry.
He remembered being balled up like he was afraid to release his knees, rocking in time to the beep of a truck backing up, his eyes fixed on nothing at all. His clothes were once high-end, but with enough wear and dirt, anything can look like rags. His skin was hidden behind layers of grime and his hair hung as a tangled mop of brown and grey.
The only thing that could’ve made the unbearable experience tolerable is if he didn’t trudge through it alone. So thank god for Anne Weying (Michelle Williams).
In Eddie’s fourth month tending to himself on the streets, he came across a familiar face; an eerily similar blonde-haired specimen that used to be very close to him. He’d recognize that complexion anywhere. It had taken some time for him to call her out and get her attention but once two and two were placed together....
....it made for a humble but bittersweet reunion.
She too had fallen victim to the Snap, leaving herself without a career, without a boyfriend, without a purpose, and without a body....which meant retreading back to square one and starting all over again upon returning. Unlike Eddie however, luck was on her side. The GRC was able to grant both a new social security number AND a new housing unit for her but only just.
With Eddie off on his luck and nowhere to go but more sparse and desperate than before given the circumstances, Anne, remembering the truce they shared weeks before the Snap, took pity on her friend this time and allowed Eddie to stay at her place until he got back on his feet.
A feat that, within itself, came with even more caveats and repercussions for the former journalist. Because succeeding both in his takedown of the Life Foundation and his subsequent brawl to the death with yet ANOTHER carnivorous freak of nature only to disintegrate into dust and then come back as if nothing happened wouldn’t have been that big of an ordeal if he wasn’t the only one affected by the fallout.
If he wasn’t left in the dust trying to ramble on and pick up the pieces left behind for him.
If he wasn’t alone.
Luckily for Eddie, it was nice to be in something resembling that of an apartment again after months of having to starve on the streets. As he sat beside himself, feet crossing over another on the sofa, staring up at the Nasir 2 - Light 14" Simple Bowl Flush Mount light fixtures with a laptop sat on the table across from him, it brought him back to the first time he was brought inside.
And an uneasy sensation washed over him almost immediately.
It felt cold. This heartbreak felt cold.
It felt like concrete drying up in his chest; unexpected heartbreak, as they always are - top of the world one minute and cut down the next. Why was that? Did life dislike to see him happy as opposed to him being miserable? There is a part of him that always felt low in status, powerless.
That resents his "easier" life.
That wanted someone to suffer as he did....just to walk a mile in his shoes. It was pure misery for both. Guilt for him....
....and frustration and sadness for his other half.
Eddie.
The reverberating, alien-like voice crept up on Eddie, knocking him out of his own cognitive slumber and back into real-time.
He grips his forehead quickly, recognizing he had been zoned for longer than he would’ve liked. What else are friends for then, with Venom redirecting Eddie’s attention span back to his laptop where on the other side of a Wix-created domain where Eddie spent days creating his own website for his own articles....
....Spider-Man had also gathered much of his attention.
What is the meaning of this?
Eddie: It’s called research, you should try it sometime.
You’ve been looking into this guy for months. There's nothing interesting about him. Unless we're gonna eat him.
Eddie: That's a fat chance. He lives in New York.
You lived in New York too.
Eddie: Yeah but that was before I moved here with Annie.....oh I speak too much.
I still don't understand why you don't fight for her. We can just eat Dan and Annie will be ours.
Eddie: And not only would you be breaking the rules I gave you Annie would also hate us with a grudge for that. She would even report us to the authorities for murder.
But isn't Dan in a way....a bad guy? For taking Anne from you?
Eddie: No he is not. He's.....he's a great guy he helped a lot of people. Besides our relationship really ended.....cause of me.
You??
Eddie: Yeah me. I got her fired. That was that. Plus....even if they weren't.....settling down.....I doubt she'd ever come back to me.
But you still feel sad about it. It broke you down when he asked you to be best man. I feel that's bad guy of him. He nor Annie cannot expect you to be happy with it when all it's doing is taring you down.
Eddie: It doesn't matter.
That's not what I see in your head. You want her back. WE want her back. And if we can't have her---
Eddie: Don't go there Venom. Just do me a favor and keep out of my head and let me think.
Whatever you say. I just don't know why you don't talk to her. Nor what you plan to find on the Spider-Guy.
Eddie couldn't help but to admit.....even he didn't know the answer to that
He too heard about the events that took place in Queens and Europe even the exposer of Spider-Man's identity but all got cleared up leaving no one knowing his identity anymore and several mix stories of him being a hero an Avenger and menace Eddie mainly just wanted to know the real story since his interview with Kassidy
Eddie: It's.....it's just.....just a scoop
A scoop of Ice Cream if you ask me.
Eddie: I wouldn't mind any of that.....
Just let me say.....talk to her Eddie.....see how she really feels. She owes us that at least for saving the planet from Riot and Drake.
Eddie: We don't owe her shit. But....yeah you're right.
As always.
Eddie: That's not the point. The point is.....there's something I need to talk to her about.
About time. We gonna crash the wedding?
Eddie: No. Just....get a few things off my chest that's all. But mean time....let's see what's on the tube.
Don't forget the beers and the tater tots.
Eddie: Wouldn't dream of it.
He sat up from the sofa took his tater tots out of the oven took two beers from the fridge turned on the tv and caught a report on a new update on the SF murders everyone's been talking about
Reporter on tv: Breaking news to update as we enter a summer of murder where a man was found stabbed to death. Police have not yet released any information as this was the fourth recovered since last week's incident.
If we are lucky....Dan is the killer.
Eddie: I don't think he has it in him buddy.
Just saying....
Reporter on tv: Finger prints on the murder weapon have confirmed that suspect has been identified as none other than the notorious butcher responsible for the New York City carnage killing: Cletus Kassidy.
Eddie spits it out
Kassidy.
Out of San Quentin.
On the loose.
A recipe of disaster big enough to spill all over the country if he Damn well felt like it. The sight of these nearly mutilated bodies, riddled with open pores, spilt bloody and fractured ligaments was revolting to look at; sickening. It all reminded Eddie of what were to happen if Venom ever went off the rails and imitated a killing spree.
None of this made any sense to him....
When I get out of here....and I will.....there’s gonna be Carnage.
But then it dawned on him. And his heart lodged up into his throat: he didn’t kill him.
The question at first was a stumbling bumbling ‘Why’? In what universe did this make sense to Eddie; granted, he and Cletus were gifted and cursed with being bonded by blobs of goo taking the forms of sentient alien beings. Except for the last time the two faced each other face to face where he remembered burning the man to a crisp.
Only one thing made sense as to how he could’ve walked out on his own two feet: Frances.
Everything about this scene, this image playing back for him gave both Venom and his host a bad case of indigestion. Eddie felt himself tensing up, his stomach muscles contracting all at once squeezing everything while increasing the pressure. He bit at the urge to ball up his fist and congest himself in frustration, for he had no intentions in rocketing out the tater tots he just swallowed.
It did nothing to atone for the fact that despite having already murdered an infamous serial killer and taking him off the face of the planet, like a dweller rat, the Carnage Killer popped back onto the scene as if nothing happened. Straight out of a horror movie.
And that wasn’t even the scary part.
Eddie: Anne.
Fearing the worst, he found himself wasting no time turning back and heading for the door. However, he found himself skidding amongst the layered floor rug by the entrance and stopping himself.
Eddie is then quick to dash back to the coffee table, gripping his phone case only for the phone to slip through his fingers due to his slippery palms. He’s quick to reach for it again with the other hand but time management and lack of coordination fails him.
Luckily for him, he found a black liquidized substance oozing around his left foot that caught the phone in its grasp. It was a lucky catch for Venom, who extended out from its normal extraterrestrial gooey state and flicks it back up at Eddie, who catches it this time.
Eddie: Thanks.
No time. Hurry up!
He was right; now wasn’t the time to dilly-dally. With Cletus back on the prowl, the last thing he wanted was for him to get an itch for some blood on a ceremonial cake and serve their hearts on a silver platter. Now with his priorities straightened out, he runs out the door of her apartment.
As soon as Eddie was outside he felt there was no time to call for an Uber and luckily no one was around.....well except a kid on a telescope at his window across from Eddie's position he spotted Eddie and at an instant saw him morph into Venom roaring and jumping high up to the buildingss
Kid: WHOA!!
He ran out of his bedroom
Kid: MOM! I saw a monster!
Venom ran from roof top to roof top picking up Anne's sent running closer to her direction and in a matter of time he looked down he saw her (Michelle Williams) and Dr. Dan Lewis (Reid Scott) walking to a store of Wedding Venus
Venom: Oh great....Dan.....
Venom just behave yourself and stay focus why we're really here.
Venom: Alright. But I still think this would be a chance to get rid of him and take Annie back.
And I told you----
Venom: Yeah yeah....you never let me have fun.
About a minute later Dan and Annie in arm to head in the building and laughing till the sound of Eddie's voice saying: Annie made them both turn around to see Eddie he was demorphed from Venom and gave them both surprising looks of his appearance here
Anne: Eddie?
Dan: Hey Eddie. How you doing bud?
Eddie: Good good....no not so good....
We can just warn Anne. Kassidy can have Dan.
Anne: Eddie? What's the matter?
Eddie: I....have to talk to you about something. But first have you seen the news lately?
Anne: No....I was too focus on the wedding to catch up on anything updated. Why? You got a new episode?
Eddie: I wish but no.
TELL HER ABOUT KASSIDY!
Eddie: Kassidy's loose!
Anne flinched as she looked directly into Eddie's face
Anne: What??
Eddie: Remember Cletus Kassidy? The New York Carnage killer I told you Interviewed at San Quentin?
Anne: Yyyyes?
Eddie: Well the news just confirmed that he's behind the recent murders. And given.....he took some liking to me during the interview....it might make you....a target so....
Anne: You think he'll come for me to get to you?
Eddie: It's possible.
Dan: Hey Eddie---
Dan patted Eddie by the shoulder making Venom growl and snarl in his head Eddie and Dan maybe good friends now but Venom makes it clear he despises him with a grudge all cause he believes Anne belongs to Eddie and he which made it hard to not morph out and just bite his head off
But tried under Eddie's wishes though Venom started to think there should be some matters he would need to take control of even if he had to defy Eddie
Dan: We appreciate your concern. We'll just.....stay in public and....keep things tight as a bank safe.
But what's gonna keep you safe from us?!
Eddie: Shhhhh.....
Anne and Dan looked at him in confusion what he was shushing at and Eddie noticed learning he had to play it cool but Annie.....had a weird feeling about something......the same feeling she had since the fall of Drake and Riot
Eddie: Sssssssure yeah. That would be a good idea. Neither of you go into dark allies ok?
Dan: Will do.
Anne: Eddie? Is there something else going on besides Kassidy?
Come back to us Anne.
Eddie: Uh....you could say that but....I'll tell you about it later. Listen.....would it be cool.....if I tag along on your shopping? I hate to be the third wheal but....I feel it be safer if we stick together.
Dan: Yeah no problem buddy.
Venom growled in his head again so wanting to attack Dan but kept cool Anne didn't take his eyes off him still looking concern as they walked in
The rest of the day skimmed along at a brisk yet unrelenting pace. Not as swift as usual, given the circumstances but compared to other post-Snap days nowadays, it was a relief for Eddie.
7:23 a.m.
For where it would still be relatively dark over in California on the west coast, the three hour plus time gap had a marginally different effect on those on the east coast.
Normally, the sun would rise as a canopy of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the stars to take their nightly rest. As darkness surrendered, every colour would change from tinges of charcoal to a vibrancy; the dawn would’ve brought a new freshness to the light, as if the world been upgraded to some higher definition. How refreshing a billion pure eyes of light from the sun would’ve glistened over the landscape of the Big Apple.
Not this day.
On this morning, the clouds diffused the daylight to a soft gentle sweetness; even out in the street one could be cozy under their duvet in a strong summer light. They move much as the ocean, showing the blue amid the whitish dove-grey, a medley of silvers that ripple outwards to adorn the sky.
There are growing patches of blue, the sort of hue that is soft and bright at the same time. Though beneath the sheet of cloud is a grey that deepens to steel, the leading edge is a brilliant white, as if it is the pages of a new book ready for any curious eye. So, on this day that could bring rain or sunshine, some hope for both, for the chance of a rainbow and to feel so much more because the day is blessed with clouds.
Peter almost wanted to prove himself the exception to that statement, having gotten more than a few precious hours of shut-eye week beyond the required seven-to-nine hour recommended length of rest. Alas, his eyes pry open slightly....
...only for him to bolt up and out of bed, falling off on the edge. Having awoken himself suddenly, as if it's an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing, his heart beats fast and there is a buzzing in his brain and together they are as panic with jump-leads.
Only then when Peter glimpsed at the cloudy exterior from his window and then his alarm clock blaring 7:25 a.m, his brain destabilized like a flat battery, the exertions of the night being a marathon of erratic problem-solving he overbooked himself for. For a brief moment, he thought he overslept.
All of that long extensive potential busy work to take ahold of before dissipated into his own clouds of doubt and worry. He relaxes his shoulders and lets his arms swing throughly through his space, the breeze from the slight crack in his window cooling his nerves as Peter chuckles to himself extensively.
Couldn’t have thought of a better at times cool off, just hours before the plane took off.
Peter: Look out California, here comes Spidey.
And where was he, exactly?
Right underneath his bed, presumably. He normally kept it safe under lock and key in an old brown durable suitcase a former relative of his with the initials UBP on the front; if not, there was always the closet.
Unfortunately, said bag was destroyed following Mysterio’s attack on Europe during his last summer tour there. So until further notice (more specifically, when he’s able to convince his Aunt otherwise), his suit had to be kept in a plastic bag underneath the bed.
It used to be square in the middle but now was roughened a little bit to the far left. Given how much he tosses and turns, nothing was guaranteed to be in the same place.
He pulls out the bag but almost immediately notices the drastic weight proportion compared to before. Either the suit wasn’t in there or this was another bad dream.
His fears, unfortunately, were founded. Peter’s hand could not feel anything amongst the remains, his hand crumbling up the bag in frustration and accelerated fear.
It left him scrambling over the tiny inconspicuous space that encompassed his room, looking for any other place he coughed possibly put his suit. His suitcases were long gone.
His dirty laundry basket? Nothing.
Closet? Zip.
Washing machine? Zero.
Clothes dryer. Nada.
No dice. His suit was nowhere to be seen. It couldn’t have been in the living room or the kitchen; it’d leave way too many suspicions just being left out in the open like that.
Pete scoffed at the sight, not believing what he was seeing. Panicking of his mind, the thought didn't even occur to look over at the sticky note plastered on the other side of the door until he came out of his room and looked at it.
"Come. On." Ripping off the note did little to ease Peters raging storm as his heart sank deeper upon reading the following:
You’re gonna hate me for this, Peter. But trust me, I’m doing both of us a public service for your safety and my self-health. I’m sorry. Your aunt May.
Peter: Damn it May!
Panicking over a potential loss of a very valuable asset to him, Peter rushes through the apartment and bursts out the door, but not before accidentally ripping the door off its hinges completely as he made his way outside.
Luckily for him, the apartment dump was still there. But unaware if this was even the one he needed to be looking for, he took out his phone calling the Empire Sanitation while looking in the dump, not bothering to get his hands dirty since he's been doing it all since getting these powers.
To be frank though, if May threw out his suit, he could very well make another one. Or borrow the Iron Spider suit still working encased in its tube. But today isn’t the day he’d be in the mood for any of it.
Empire Sanitation. This is Carol.
Peter: Hi, uh, Carol, I'm trying to find some items that were accidentally picked up from a dumpster outside my apartment.
Dumpster Number?
Luck wasn't on Peter's side, since it wasn't visible in the front or underneath the lid. So he stuck himself onto the wall, lifting the dumpster with both of his feet and spotting the number on the back. It took a little bit of wiggle room for him to get over to the other side but his strength eventually gave way.
Peter: Here it is! Uh.....five two three one nine.
Route thirty-five. Truck's just leaving it's shift. There's a slim chance you might find your stuff but it's a long shot. If your pickup was on Route 33, they'd be dropping off at the shredder right now.
Peter: SHREDDER?!?!
If I were you, I’d hustle, kid.
(More coming soon)
Mid-Credit Scene
(Coming soon)
Post-Credit Scene
(Coming soon)
Survivors
(Coming soon)
Deaths
(Coming soon)
Featured Songs
- Ultimate Marvel Vs Capcom 3 - Theme of Carnage
- Ariana Grande ~ needy
- Jamie Foxx ft. T-Pain ~ Blame It (On The Alcohol)
- Love Angeles ~ Maybe
- Avril Lavigne ~ What The Hell
- Bon Jovi ~ Livin' On A Prayer
- Ramones ~ Spider-Man
- Panic! At the Disco ~ High Hopes
- Lady A ~ I Run To You
- Niall Stenson ~ Venom Theme on Guitar
- U2 ~ California
- Orianthi ~ Believe
Main Cast Gallery
(More to come)
Sequels
- Spider-Man: Graduation
- Spider-Man (2021 film)
- Spider-Man 3
- Spider-Man v. Daredevil: Blind Justice
- Ultimate Spider-Man
- PULSE
- Web of Shadows PART 1
- Web of Shadows PART 2
Prequels
- Into the Spider-Verse
MPAA Rating
The following film is rated "PG-13"......