You ducked under the attack as Skurge, the Asgardian hunter, threw his massive axe at you, the blade cutting through the air with a whistling scream. The axe was powerful, its momentum almost too much to handle, but you knew how to move—how to become fluid with the attack. You slid beneath it, the sharp blade missing your head by mere inches, but your reflexes were unmatched.

The sound of arrows whistling through the air reached your ears as you swiftly rose, only to watch as they came barreling towards you like deadly projectiles. Without even blinking, Venom surged forward, his black tendrils snapping out to meet the arrows mid-flight. One by one, they were crushed, their tips crumbling into useless fragments as Venom's tendrils twisted and flexed, sending the arrows scattering to the ground. It was like watching liquid darkness consume light—effortless and terrifying.

Spider-Man, a few steps behind, felt the rush of awe and gratitude mix with his adrenaline. He couldn't deny it—while he was still feeling the effects of his previous battles, your raw power and speed were something else. You were different. Venom was different. And he couldn't help but admire the way you handled the situation with a calm, deadly efficiency.

"Turn, Spidey. I got this," you said, voice low and dangerous, eyes flickering with an intensity that only Venom could bring. Spider-Man hesitated for a moment but nodded, understanding that when you said you had it, you really had it. He flipped backward, dodging yet another arrow from one of Skurge's remaining archers, and vaulted out of the fray. He knew when to let you take the reins.

Venom's influence took over in an instant, your body changing as the symbiote fully emerged. Your form stretched and morphed, muscles bulging and stretching under the dark, sleek armor of Venom. Your skin turned a shade of deep black, veins of blue pulsing underneath as you towered over the remaining archers, your fangs elongating into deadly points.

Skurge stood a few feet away, his face twisted in rage, his hand gripping the axe tightly as he took slow, deliberate steps toward you. "You killed my brothers," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. His eyes were wild, burning with hatred and the need for vengeance. "You will pay for this."

You stood tall, your eyes glowing with an eerie intensity as Venom's deep, gravelly voice boomed from your chest. "You attacked us first, Hunter," you responded, your words coated with menace and confidence. "And now... now you will know what happens when you challenge us."

A flicker of realization flashed across Skurge's face. This wasn't the battle he had expected. He had thought he was hunting prey, but he had become the hunted.

The remaining archers stepped back, fear creeping into their eyes as they watched their leader square off against you. One of them took a step forward, readying another arrow, but Venom's tendrils shot out like a blur, grabbing hold of him in an instant. The archer gasped, struggling against the black webbing, but it was useless. Venom pulled him closer, lifting him off the ground with ease. The archer's eyes widened in terror.

"One more step," you said, your smile turning dark, "and you'll join your friend." The archer stammered, his face pale, and you casually tossed him aside, sending him tumbling into the dirt.

Skurge's eyes narrowed, fury building inside him. "You think you've won?" he spat, his grip on the axe tightening. "I will bring the wrath of Asgard down on you."

You stepped forward, the sound of Venom's growls filling the air, his presence overwhelming. "You want to bring wrath?" you sneered. "Then you better bring more than this." You lashed out, the ground cracking beneath your feet as Venom's strength surged through you, ready to meet Skurge's challenge head-on.

Spider-Man watched, still in awe of how you commanded the fight. The two of you made an incredible team. It wasn't just the raw strength or power that stood out; it was the way you moved, the way you dominated the battle. It was like watching a force of nature in action, and he couldn't help but feel lucky to be on the same side.

Skurge lunged forward, axe raised high, but you were faster. With a flick of your wrist, Venom sent a long tendril spiraling out, wrapping around Skurge's axe, yanking it from his grip and sending it flying through the air. You stood in front of him, unblinking, your fangs gleaming.

"Not so tough without your weapon, are we?" you taunted.

Skurge gritted his teeth, glaring at you, but you could see the hesitation in his eyes. He had underestimated you—he hadn't realized just how powerful you and Venom were together.

Spider-Man swung down from above, landing next to you with a grin. "Looks like it's game over for our hunter friend," he said, trying to lighten the mood but still catching his breath. "Nice work, Y/N."

You didn't even look at him, your gaze locked on Skurge as Venom growled, "It's over, Hunter." And with that, the fight was decided.

Skurge's body slumped, his strength drained, his will broken. His brothers had fallen, his weapon was gone, and now he had no more fight left in him.

"You should've stayed in Asgard," you said, your voice low and final, as Venom's tendrils slowly retracted, the fight over.

And for a brief, fleeting moment, the only sound in the air was the soft hum of the wind, carrying with it the remnants of battle.

SCENEBREAK'

Thor's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing as he floated gently to the ground, the thunder in the sky calming to a soft rumble in the distance. His mighty hammer, Mjolnir, rested firmly in his hand, crackling with power, and his cape fluttered in the wind as though the very air around him obeyed his command. Despite the storm's rage, Thor's presence radiated a quiet intensity, a godliness that made the ground beneath your feet seem far less solid than it usually was.

"You defend yourself well, but the Asgardian warriors you face are not mere soldiers," Thor said, his voice carrying a weight that matched his immense frame. "They were sent by my father. You have dealt with them, but there is a cost to their deaths. You've killed what should have been captured, not destroyed."

You stood your ground, a mixture of defiance and understanding swirling within you. Your body hummed with Venom's power, and the symbiote stirred within you, just waiting for the next move. But you couldn't let that control you now. Not with Thor standing before you.

"They came at us, Thor," you said, your voice steady but sharp, each word deliberate. "They attacked me and Spider-Man without hesitation. I defended myself—and him. I didn't kill them because I wanted to. I had no choice."

Thor's eyes softened, but the tension in his posture remained. The storm above him flickered with electric energy as he stepped closer, his presence a looming force that seemed to echo the weight of ages. "I do not wish to see you, or anyone, fall into the darkness of unnecessary death. There are ways to subdue, to imprison, to stop without taking lives. You are better than that."

Venom's voice snaked into your mind, a low rumble. Better? What is better, little host? You did what was necessary. They were weak.

You could feel Venom's hunger pulsing just beneath the surface, but you kept it contained. You focused on Thor, locking eyes with him, your stance unyielding. "Sometimes, Thor... the best option is the one we don't want to choose. If I didn't act, they would have killed me. Or worse, Spider-Man."

Thor looked down at you, his gaze searching, as if weighing your words against the centuries of wisdom he carried. "I understand your perspective," he admitted, his voice quieter now, but with a certain sadness that lingered in his tone. "But I must ask you, what would have happened if you had spared them? Could you have taken another route? What would have been the consequence of mercy, rather than wrath?"

Before you could answer, Spider-Man swung in with his signature acrobatic entrance, landing just a few feet from you, the familiar "thwip" of webbing filling the air. He paused, glancing between you and Thor. "Uh, what's going on here?" he asked, eyes wide behind his mask.

Thor turned toward Spider-Man, his expression softening slightly. "Your companion is... difficult," he said with a rueful smile. "I understand you were in danger, but the path of vengeance is not the one we should walk."

Spider-Man raised his hands in mock surrender, his posture comically awkward as always. "Whoa, hold up. I'm just trying to keep up here. So, you're saying that, like, we shouldn't have dealt with those guys?" He gestured to the scattered remains of the Asgardian hunters. "Because I'll be honest, I was a little busy dodging stuff."

You shot Spider-Man a look, your eyes narrowing with amusement, but it didn't faze him. Thor sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly more disappointed than angry. "I will not say you were wrong to act, but perhaps next time, choose your battles with greater care. Your world is young, and you will face many more challenges."

You crossed your arms, taking in his words, your mind processing the weight of what he was saying. "I'll think about it," you replied, but in the back of your mind, you already knew. You didn't regret the choice you'd made. Survival came first, and no one else had been there to help you when the battle started. Spider-Man had been just as caught off guard as you were. You'd handled it—you had taken control.

Thor's shoulders relaxed a little, his posture no longer as imposing. "Then I trust you will continue to fight with honor. I will take my leave for now," he said, turning toward the horizon. "But know this, Wraith: should you need aid in the future, you have a friend in Asgard."

You watched him fly off into the sky, the storm receding with his departure. Spider-Man turned to you, his head tilting to the side in typical curiosity. "So, you think we're on Thor's good side now?" he asked with a grin.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Who knows, Spidey? Who knows?" You could already feel the shift in the air. It wasn't just about fighting anymore. You were learning to understand the bigger picture. And in a way, maybe you were better than you had been before—at least in Thor's eyes. Maybe.

But right now, you had your own fight to deal with—and you were ready for whatever came next.