You wince slightly as you're being examined by Dr. Connors, who has come a long way since his lizard days. He smiles reassuringly at you. "You're fully healed again, Y/N. A few scrapes here and there, but you're on the mend," he says, and you smile, feeling a bit of relief as you rub your arms. Dr. Connors hands you a juice pack, which you gratefully slurp down.

Thankfully, Venom emerges and gently strokes your cheek. "Good to have you back to full health, sweetheart," he says, and you give him a thankful smile.

Dr. Connors then leads you to the waiting area. "Spiderman is waiting for you, and there's someone else too—someone named Deadpool," he informs you. You frown slightly at the mention of Deadpool. Do you know about him, Venom? you think, prompting the symbiote. Venom shakes his head internally. No.

Curiosity piqued, you decide to meet this mysterious new visitor with Spiderman.

You step into the waiting area, spotting Peter—or rather, Spiderman—in his usual red-and-blue suit, sitting with his head tilted slightly to the side as if already deep in conversation. Next to him sits a man clad in an unmistakable red-and-black suit, his posture relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, twirling a katana in his gloved hands. Deadpool.

As soon as you enter, Deadpool's head snaps up, and through the mask, you can feel his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that's both unsettling and curious. His head tilts, mimicking Spiderman's, before he dramatically leaps to his feet.

"Ah, there you are! The lady of the hour!" Deadpool exclaims, throwing his arms wide as if expecting you to run into them. "Venom's favorite human—or so I hear. Do you hug? I hug."

You blink, slightly taken aback by the enthusiasm, and glance at Spiderman, who just shrugs in a what-can-you-do manner. Venom growls low in your mind.

"Who is this clown?" Venom hisses.
"No idea," you reply internally. "But he's loud."

Deadpool, clearly unbothered by the awkward silence, saunters over, getting way too close for comfort. "What, no hug? You wound me, Y/N. Right here." He clutches his chest dramatically. "But I'm willing to forgive you. You see, I heard you've been having some symbiotic issues, and I thought, hey! Why not lend a hand? Or a katana. Or both!"

Venom's tendrils bristle under your skin, making you shiver.
"Stay alert. He's unpredictable."

You cross your arms, standing your ground. "And why exactly are you here?"

Deadpool's masked face tilts again, and you can almost imagine the grin spreading beneath the fabric. "Oh, you know. Fate. Destiny. The fact that your little symbiote buddy owes me a favor."

Venom snarls, surging forward just enough for his face to materialize over your shoulder. "We owe you nothing," he hisses, his voice dripping with venomous disdain.

Deadpool claps his hands together excitedly. "Ah! There he is! Big, black, gooey, and full of attitude." He leans closer, peering at Venom with unmasked fascination. "Wow. You really are as terrifying as they say. I love it."

Venom growls again, his eyes narrowing. "Why are you really here?"

Deadpool's playful demeanor shifts slightly, a hint of seriousness creeping into his voice. "I'm here because Carnage is loose. And when he gets loose, things go south fast." He steps back, sheathing his katana in one fluid motion. "Face it, you need all the help you can get. And lucky for you, I've got a soft spot for chaotic monster fights."

Spiderman finally speaks up, his voice wary but calm. "What do you know about Carnage?"

Deadpool turns to him, finger raised. "Ah-ah! The better question is, what don't I know? But that's classified information. For now, let's just say..." He spins around dramatically, pointing both fingers at you. "I'm here to make sure this one doesn't become Carnage's new best friend."

Your blood runs cold at the implication, and Venom stiffens around you.
"He knows too much," Venom murmurs. "But he's not wrong."

Taking a steadying breath, you step forward, meeting Deadpool's gaze head-on. "We're not letting Carnage win. Whatever it takes, we'll stop him."

Deadpool chuckles softly, nodding in approval. "There's that fire I've heard so much about." He taps the side of his head. "But be careful, Y/N. Fire burns both ways."

Venom retreats into your skin, whispering in your mind.
"We'll burn him before he ever burns us."

Peter steps between you and Deadpool, clearly sensing the tension. "Alright, that's enough for now. If we're all working toward the same goal, we need to work together." He looks pointedly at Deadpool. "That means no games. No tricks."

Deadpool holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Scout's honor, Spidey. I'm on your side." He pauses. "Well, mostly."

You narrow your eyes. "We'll see about that."

As you turn to leave, Venom's voice lingers in your mind.
"Keep your guard up. The red one is still out there... and now, so is he."

SCENEBREAJK

Bullets ricochet off the metal walls, the chaotic echoes of gunfire ringing through the facility. You duck behind a pillar, heart pounding as Venom murmurs in your mind, guiding your movements.

"Left, now right! That one's reloading—take him down!" Venom urges.

With fluid precision, you pivot out from cover, using a well-timed kick to knock one of the skull-faced agents off balance. Spiderman flips above you, webbing another to the ceiling, while Deadpool—of course—seems to be enjoying the fight a little too much.

"Boom! Headshot! Oh wait... they're wearing helmets. Boring." Deadpool twirls his katana before lunging at another agent, all the while chattering nonstop. "Seriously, though! Who sends skull-faced guys to do their dirty work? What is this, a Halloween special?"

You roll your eyes, focusing on the task at hand as you press deeper into the facility. You make your way to the vault, slipping inside just in time to see Spiderman securing a datapack into his suit.

Deadpool, naturally, is perched on a nearby table, legs swinging like an impatient child waiting for a secret to be revealed. "So, Spidey, about that mask of yours..." He leans in dramatically. "Why so secretive? What's under there? A babyface? A third eye? Or—gasp!—is Spiderman actually Spiderwoman?!"

Peter sighs, clearly used to Deadpool's antics. "Not happening, Wade."

Deadpool spins around to you, his focus shifting like a laser. "Alright then, Miss Mysterious. Spill. You've got two symbiotes fighting for real estate in your brain, and no superhero name to show for it? Unacceptable! C'mon, what do we call you?"

You cross your arms, tilting your head thoughtfully. "I don't really do superhero names."

Deadpool gasps, clutching his chest. "What?! No secret alias? No catchy moniker? How are you even alive in this business?" He taps his chin. "Okay, okay, how about... Black Venom? No, too basic. Lady Carnage? Nah, too edgy. Ooh! I know! Chaos Queen!" He throws his arms wide as if unveiling a masterpiece.

You can't help but laugh, shaking your head. "I think I'll pass."

Spiderman, still busy examining the datapack, chimes in. "How about 'Y/N' works just fine? It's simple, and real."

Deadpool groans. "Ugh, fine. But mark my words—you'll need a cool name one day. It's, like, a superhero law."

Just then, Venom slithers out from your shoulder, his face forming over your own with a menacing snarl. "Her name is Y/N. And that is all you need to know."

Deadpool freezes, his eyes widening behind his mask. "Holy crap. That's... terrifying. I love it."

Before you can reply, the vault door rattles as more agents try to break in. Spiderman shoots a web to reinforce the door, turning back to you both. "We need to move. They'll be through that door any second."

You glance at the datapack in Peter's hands. "What's on that thing, anyway?"

"Something Fury wanted," Spiderman replies, shoving it deeper into his suit. "Top secret."

Deadpool perks up at that. "Ooooh, secrets! I love secrets! Do tell!"

Peter ignores him, looking to you instead. "Ready to move?"

You nod, Venom retreating back into your body. "Always."

Deadpool follows, skipping ahead like a kid on a field trip. "This is gonna be fun! Skull guys, secret files, symbiotes, and no superhero name. It's like a messed-up soap opera, and I'm here for it!"

As the door bursts open and more agents pour in, you spring into action, Venom's voice whispering in your mind.

"Let's show them what happens when they mess with us."