I'm Venom

"Natasha, there's an urgent task that requires your attention," Nick Fury's voice cut through Natasha's vacation bliss, reaching her through a private phone number.

"Nick, I'm on vacation. Can this wait? I'm not a robot," Natasha's lazy tone held a hint of annoyance.

"I apologize for the interruption, but we've encountered a highly dangerous individual who specifically asked for you," Fury explained, his tone serious.

"Interesting. Go on," Natasha's curiosity was piqued.

"In Hell's Kitchen, a drug dealer has eliminated their boss and partner. But that's not all. This person has also taken out over [-] drug lords in the span of a week, each with substantial security. "There is a high likelihood he's supernatural," Fury explained, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

"Supernatural? That explains why you called me," Natasha understood the significance.

"Exactly. Despite the killings, these individuals were all criminals. If possible, we'd like you to persuade him to join S.H.I.E.L.D.," Fury explained, hinting at a larger plan.

"I'll take care of it," Natasha replied, her tone determined. She rose from her beach chair, leaving her vacation behind as she prepared to take action.

Outside an abandoned factory in Hell's Kitchen, a swarm of police cars encircled the area, their red and blue lights flashing in the night. Each officer stood vigilant, armed with pistols, ready for any confrontation.

A policeman's voice boomed through a loudspeaker, "Johnson, you are surrounded. Put down your weapons and release the hostages. There's no way out for you."

"Shut up! Is Natasha here yet? You have half an hour. There are three hostages inside. If she doesn't show up, I'll start killing them, one every ten minutes!" A terrified cry pierced the air, contrasting sharply with the killer's chilling ultimatum.

The police exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to proceed. They weren't familiar with the Black Widow, so they radioed their superiors for guidance, knowing the stakes were high in this democratic society where media scrutiny awaited any misstep.

"Chief, what's our move?" a young officer asked, seeking direction.

"I don't know. Keep pressing him to come out," the slightly obese police chief replied, feeling the gravity of the situation.

Despite the gravity of the crimes committed by the hostages, the police hesitated to escalate the situation. They feared pushing the killer too far, knowing that bullets couldn't stop him.

"Ma'am, it's too dangerous to enter," an officer warned Natasha as she approached.

"I'm Natasha Romanoff. The man inside is expecting me," Natasha introduced herself calmly, flashing a light smile.

After Natasha finished speaking, she bypassed the police blockade and walked in slowly.

Noah felt a surge of excitement as he watched the graceful figure and charming face of the approaching beauty.

Finally, he could rid himself of this rough man's body. After all, being possessed by a woman was far more appealing.

Noah had transmigrated into Venom, the symbiote from Marvel, and his journey had been sudden and unfortunate.

One moment, he was a living person, and the next, he had turned into a puddle of liquid. The desperation he felt at that moment was unimaginable.

It didn't take long for Noah to understand his new existence. However, compared to the original Venom, his abilities seemed to be stronger. He could copy and enhance genes.

After wandering through outer space for over a month, he finally found a spaceship that would bring him back to Earth. Upon his return, he immediately possessed the nearest person. Little did he know, the man he had chosen to possess was a drug addict. Nonetheless, he was ready to take on the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen.

Noah took control of his first host and quickly familiarized himself with the Marvel world. It appeared to be the movie universe, as confirmed when he saw a photo of the richest man, Tony Stark, which matched the movie portrayal exactly.

He continued to use his host to eliminate drug-dealing gangsters, gradually asserting his dominance in this new form. It had been two months since his arrival, and he was eager to find a more powerful host.

Aware of the dangers of the Marvel universe, Noah was determined to become the most powerful symbiote. to him, the essence of existence lay in having dreams and aspirations; without them, one might as well be a salted fish, devoid of purpose and drive.

Thinking that S.H.I.E.L.D. would offer the best opportunities, Noah wasn't concerned about being studied. He was even willing to provide a sample of himself to Nick Fury for research, curious about what they might discover.

Despite his new form, Noah's thoughts still reflected those of a man from before his transformation. He couldn't help but appreciate the idea of being in a woman's body, finding it more appealing than being in a man's body.

As Natasha arrived, Noah felt a mix of excitement and caution. While he was eager to possess her, he knew he had to be careful and not miss his chance. He observed her closely, noting her resemblance to the movie version of Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow.