Someone resembling Taskmaster stands before you, and you're immediately wary. There's something off about him, something that doesn't sit right with you. Guys in masks, you've learned, can certainly be tricky—Spiderman and Deadpool being prime examples.

Venom snarls in your mind and attempts to leap at the masked man, but something holds him back, preventing him from reaching his target. It's as if an unseen forcefield is guarding Taskmaster. The skull-faced mercenary smiles, exuding a chilling confidence.

"So, you're the Y/N I've heard so much about," he croons, his voice smooth and taunting. His presence is menacing but intriguing, and you can sense the weight of his reputation. The encounter leaves you on edge, the situation unpredictable and loaded with potential danger.

You take a step back, your instincts screaming at you to stay on guard. This man—or whatever he is—moves with a calculated precision, each step deliberate, each breath measured. Venom hisses in your mind, his voice sharp with anger. "I don't like him. There's something... wrong. He's copying us, watching us."

Your eyes narrow, scrutinizing the skull-faced figure before you. The way he stands, the slight tilt of his head—it's all too familiar, like watching your own movements reflected back at you. He's studying us.

"Taskmaster, huh?" you say, keeping your voice steady despite the unease crawling up your spine. "I thought you were more of a silent type. What's with the sudden interest in conversation?"

The masked man chuckles softly, the sound devoid of warmth. "I speak when it matters. And right now, it matters." He tilts his head again, as if observing you from a different angle. "You've made quite the impression, Y/N. Two symbiotes, unpredictable combat style... It's a fascinating combination. One I plan to learn."

Venom growls in your head, his tendrils itching to strike. "He thinks he can copy us? Let him try. We'll tear him apart."

You smirk, trying to mask your own anxiety with bravado. "Learn from me? Good luck with that. I'm not exactly the most predictable fighter."

Taskmaster's gaze remains locked on you, unshaken. "Oh, I don't need luck. I've been watching you for a while now. Every move, every decision... even your moments of doubt. I already know you better than you know yourself."

The words send a chill down your spine, but you refuse to let it show. Instead, you take a slow, measured step forward, trying to match his eerie composure. "So, what's the plan? Copy my fighting style and add it to your collection? Hate to break it to you, but I'm not exactly a textbook example."

Taskmaster's smile—though hidden beneath the mask—seems to widen. "That's what makes you valuable. You're chaos in motion. A wild card. And chaos is... adaptable."

Suddenly, he moves. In a blur of motion, Taskmaster draws a blade from his side, flipping it in his hand with the same fluidity you've seen Venom use when forming weapons. The mimicry is flawless, unsettlingly precise.

Venom snarls again, louder this time. "Enough of this. Let me out. Let me rip him apart."

But you hold him back, your own curiosity keeping you rooted in place. "If you're so confident you can copy me, why haven't you attacked yet?"

Taskmaster pauses, the blade glinting in the dim light. "Because I don't need to fight you right now. This is just a test. To see how far you'll go. How much you'll let that symbiote of yours control you."

Your blood runs cold as his words hit too close to home. He's not here to fight you—he's here to manipulate you, to push you to the brink and see what happens when you lose control.

Before you can respond, Taskmaster steps back into the shadows, his voice echoing as he disappears from sight. "I'll be watching, Y/N. Let's see if you can keep your monsters in check."

As the silence settles, Venom seethes inside you, his anger barely contained. "He thinks he can control us? No one controls us."

You clench your fists, your mind racing. Taskmaster may be gone for now, but his presence lingers like a ghost, a reminder that someone is always watching. Always waiting.

Spiderman and Deadpool rush into the room moments later, both looking frazzled.

"What the hell happened here?" Peter asks, glancing around at the wreckage.

You shake your head, still trying to process the encounter. "We've got a new problem."

Deadpool perks up, grinning. "Ooh, a problem? I love problems. Who is it this time? Skull guy? Zombie ninja? Secret evil twin?"

You sigh, rubbing your temples. "Taskmaster."

Peter stiffens at the name, and even Deadpool's playful demeanor falters. "That guy doesn't just show up for fun," Spiderman mutters. "If he's after you... that's serious."

You nod, your gaze hardening. "I know. He's not just after me—he's studying me."

Venom's voice echoes in your mind, dark and resolute. "Let him watch. We'll be ready."