Interlude- Black Cat's first official mission

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Felicia Hardy stood on the edge of the warehouse roof. Tonight was her first official mission. Since Peter was busy with some private matter, he told her to take care of the situation.

"Feed. Break them. Make them fear us." Venom spoke in her mind.

Below her, a group of armed men moved crates from a cargo ship onto trucks. Drugs. They were dealing in the harbor, thinking no one would notice in the dead of night. Felicia's muscles twitched as the symbiote slithered across her skin, forming Venom's signature suit with a large white spider on her chest. She scanned the area. There were at least ten of them, all heavily armed. Guns, knives, and God knew what else. And there were four trucks and three SUVs on the standby. Some of them were loading the trucks.

Then, there were two people talking near one of the SUVs, and from the looks of it, they were making a deal. They were the big bosses.

"We're here to stop them," she whispered, though her voice wasn't just her own anymore. It was deeper, laced with the alien creature that now shared her body. "Not to eat them. Remember, Peter said, we need to create a good example by handing them over to the cops."

Venom hissed inside her mind, annoyed but still listening. "We could do both," it suggested, "Break the puny ones and kill the worst ones. They won't be missed. Start with the one by the truck," His voice whispered in her mind, the creature eager to make the first move. "Break his neck. Quick and clean."

"Let's smash them up first, then we'll see," Felicia webbed the guy by the truck and pulled him into the shadows with a yelp, and then she webbed his mouth before breaking his limbs. That guy passed out from pain.

Next she to the next spot, behind the second truck. Three people were carrying the crates from the ship to the trucks. As soon as they carried the next batch of crates and went behind the truck to stack them, Felicia took them out easily, one punch each. She threw the unconscious bodies into the truck.

"Four down, six to go," She smirked.

Then she heard gunshots from the front. She quickly jumped on top of the truck and saw the short burly guy shooting the already dead guy on the ground.

"Motherfucker! 40% Cut my ass! Just die, greedy bastard!" The short guy yelled at the dead man. He emptied the whole clip. Seven shots. When the last round punched through the head of the target, the short guy reloaded his gun. The remaining six, soon came running, hearing the gunshots.

"The fuck was that?!" One of the men yelled in shock, seeing the dead guy. "You killed him? You insane?"

"What? He wants 40%, well, the deal's off. We'll create our own turf, if you're too scared, then fucking scram!"

"Boss—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" the boss yelled and all the guys clasped their mouths shut. "Fucking take the crates from the ship to my truck, then move it to the Bronx. We'll move according to our plan. With their boss gone, it'd be easy to take over their turf."

"We'll need more than just us to take over a turf, boss," One of them spoke.

"Don't worry, my brother has already recruited Kingpin's scattered forces. With that baldy gone, there was no one to lead. Not to mention that Emma fucked the rest of them... It'll be easy. Don't underestimate your Boss! But first, we gotta shift the shipment fast, before his people notice, then let's hideout in the Bronx and lie low for a few days and regroup. If not, we'll all be fucking dead. NOW MOVE IT!"

Just as the short guy finished his speech, Felicia landed before them. The Symbiote rippled across her body when her boots touched the ground. All the men froze in fear.

"Now, fellas, how about you drop your guns and surrender like good boys," She said with an arrogant tone.

"FIRE!" Shorty yelled, and all the six pulled their triggers. They stood there firing at the monster before them, but regular bullets were useless against Venom. The bullets just bounced off Venom like a rubber ball. They stared, dumbfounded when their guns clicked empty. The creature hissed, grinning at the trembling humans.

Multiple tendrils shot out of Felicia's body, wrapping around their bodies. She controlled the tendrils to pull them up in the air.

"Now, what should I do with you, naughty boys?" She questioned aloud.

"Please..."

"LET US GO, BITCH!"

Crack! Venom's webby face sprout out of the tendril and snapped the head of the guy who just called Felicia 'bitch.' Venom chewed his head off, before throwing the rest of the headless body. The remaining five paled with terror. Their voices broke in fear as they pleaded, crying, blaming everyone other than themselves, telling Felicia that they would just go far, far away, and wouldn't do something like this again.

"So, Kingpin is really dead, huh?! And this brother of yours. Why don't you tell me his address and I might make it a little less painless for you," Felicia bargained. The tendrils squeezed their lungs.

"B—Bro...trther, Bronx... St. Cathedral. They operate from there. Please let me go," The short guy pleaded.

Felicia slammed the remaining five on the ground, multiple times, making sure their bones were broken until they were all hanging unconscious. She threw them on the ground. "Well, live the rest of your pathetic life in the hospital, sweetheart," She snorted and turned towards the short guy. Venom's face popped out of her shoulder.

"We should give another warning, eat some organs. Maybe a kidney or brain..." Venom said as his large tongue licked the shorty's face.

"No. You had one. Besides, he's just a small fry. Let the cops deal with them, meanwhile, why don't we swing by the Bronx? I'll let you loose for once," she decided.

"Haa. Why are you suddenly being generous?" Venom asked in amusement.

"Let's just say, I hate drugs..." Felicia said as she searched the shorty's body and found a phone. She called the cops and then made her way to the Bronx.

She made sure to clear the dead body, by planting it in one of the SUVs.

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[Bronx]

Felicia swung toward the Bronx, her movements effortless as the symbiote enhanced every jump and leap. Venom hummed in the back of her mind, clearly pleased by her promise of a rampage.

"You're going to enjoy this," Venom whispered, its hunger for destruction palpable.

Felicia landed softly on a rooftop near St. Cathedral. The area was surprisingly quiet for such a notorious hideout. Her eyes scanned the surroundings: old buildings, worn-out streets, and dim streetlights. The perfect cover for shady dealings.

"Looks like we've found the place," she muttered.

Venom's tendrils twitched excitedly. "Let's tear it apart."

Felicia approached the large, old church quietly. It didn't take her long to notice the guards, strategically placed around the building. They weren't ordinary street thugs—they were armed and ready, no doubt guarding something important beneath the church.

She let Venom take over, the suit's mouth forming into a toothy grin. With a burst of speed, Felicia swung down and silently took out the first two guards with ease, slamming them against the brick wall. Their unconscious bodies crumpled to the ground.

"Let's not waste time with the small ones. Inside." Venom growled.

Felicia entered through a side door, the old wooden structure creaking under her weight. Inside, the cathedral was just as quiet as the streets. A few men were gathered near an altar, speaking in hushed tones. None of them noticed her yet. She moved swiftly, staying in the shadows as she scanned the room. It was then she saw the door behind the altar, leading to the underground base.

She tapped into Venom's senses. She could feel the heat signatures beneath the cathedral, dozens of people. There was something big happening below.

"You ready?" she whispered.

"Always," Venom answered, its excitement growing.

She stepped forward, no longer bothering with stealth. The men by the altar turned, eyes widening in shock at the sight of her.

"Who the hell—"

Before the man could finish, Felicia launched a tendril at him, wrapping it around his body and slamming him into the wall. The others raised their guns, but it was useless. Venom's suit deflected the bullets as if they were nothing. She leaped forward, knocking them out with quick, brutal strikes. One by one, they fell.

With the immediate threat gone, Felicia made her way to the underground entrance. She could feel Venom's eagerness, its hunger growing stronger with each step.

"Time to let you loose," she whispered as she opened the door to the hidden base.

The underground facility was massive, filled with crates, weapons, and men in the middle of a large operation. They were loading drugs, discussing territory, completely unaware of what was about to come.

Felicia stood at the entrance, watching them for a moment. Then, she took a step back.

"Go ahead," she said, allowing Venom to go on a rampage.

With a roar, Venom surged forward, getting out of her body and rushing forward. Although he was out of her body, a tiny thin tendril was still connected to Felicia. It was a whirlwind of violence, tendrils lashing out in every direction, grabbing men and throwing them against walls, breaking bones, snapping necks. Venom's monstrous form ripped through the warehouse, tearing apart crates, and devouring anyone who dared get too close.

Screams echoed through the underground chamber as Venom rampaged. The men tried to fight back, but their bullets and knives were useless against the symbiote's hunger. Felicia stood back, arms crossed, watching with a smirk.

"Now that's more like it," she muttered.

Venom continued its massacre, ripping through the operation with savage precision. The remaining men were either fleeing or begging for mercy. Venom didn't care. It was hungry, and these men were nothing more than prey.

As the chaos subsided, Venom feasted on the last of the criminals, and its hunger finally sated. Felicia stepped forward, watching as the symbiote finished its meal.

"Had enough?" she asked, amused.

"For now," Venom growled, its voice low and satisfied.

Felicia surveyed the scene. The underground base was in ruins, bodies strewn across the floor, the operation completely dismantled. She had no doubt that this would send a message to the rest of the city's criminal underworld.

"Good. Let's get out of here before the cops show up," she said, turning toward the exit.

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