I woke up on the cracked pavement, but strangely, nothing hurt—I felt stronger, almost invincible. Godzilla's voice, once a constant, intrusive presence in my mind, was completely gone. Instead, I sensed something else, something familiar yet different.

From the shadows within me, tendrils coiled and twisted, forming into the jagged, gleaming head of Venom. But this time, she looked different—sleeker, with a distinct feminine edge. Her voice rasped in greeting, her jagged teeth bared in a feral smile as she stroked her chin. "Hello," she said, her tone laced with dark amusement.

"Venom," I murmured, my voice a mix of shock and recognition, though I couldn't deny the faint warmth creeping into my words.

Venom grinned wider, a predator's grin. She withdrew into me, the tendrils melting back to encase me in a seamless black bodysuit. The sensation was oddly comforting, like slipping into armor that knew every inch of me.

As I adjusted to the transformation, I noticed Spider-Man crouching nearby, his head turned away and his body trembling ever so slightly. His usually confident posture was absent, replaced by something that looked like fear—or maybe concern.

"Spidey?" I called softly, my voice hesitant.

He stiffened at the sound, his head slowly turning toward me, revealing his downcast expression. The moment his gaze locked onto mine, something in him broke.

"Y/N!" he shouted, rushing toward me and wrapping me in a tight embrace.

I winced slightly, feeling bruised under his grip but still intact—no open wounds, no unbearable pain. It was nothing compared to the overwhelming emotion in his trembling arms.

"I thought I lost you," he choked out, his voice muffled as he buried his face into my shoulder.

For a moment, everything else faded—the city around us, the chaos, the threats looming ahead. It was just us, holding on as if letting go would mean losing something irreplaceable.

Then someone cleared their throat, cutting through the chaos of my thoughts like a sharp blade. I turned toward the sound, and there stood Spider-Woman, her silhouette framed against the faint glow of the portal she had opened. Her posture was confident, her gaze unwavering as she crossed her arms. "Now that you're alive," she said with a tone that was more command than suggestion, "you two better go."

The wormhole pulsed with an otherworldly energy, its edges rippling like water disturbed by an unseen breeze. I took a deep breath, the weight of Venom's presence pressing against my mind, yet it was oddly comforting. I glanced at Spider-Man, his mask unable to hide the quiet determination in his stance, and then back at the portal.

I sighed, brushing a hand through my hair and feeling the slick texture of the symbiote ripple against my skin. "We better, don't we, Spider?" I said, the words carrying a bittersweet finality.

Standing straight, I let the sensation of the suit envelop me completely, its liquid-like texture seamlessly melding with my body. The strength it provided buzzed beneath my skin, a constant hum that reminded me of what we had become—partners, survivors, a force to be reckoned with.

Spider-Man reached out, his gloved hand finding mine. His grip was firm, a quiet reassurance that we were in this together. "Yeah, let's go," he said, his voice soft but resolute.

Without another word, we leaped into motion, our webs shooting into the sky with precision. The world blurred as we swung higher, the wind roaring in our ears and the city lights streaking below us like stars dragged across the night. My heart raced, the familiar rush of adrenaline mixing with the unyielding confidence Venom brought to the surface.

The portal loomed ahead, its glow intensifying as we drew closer. It wasn't just an escape—it was a promise of new challenges, new dangers, and perhaps a chance at redemption.

With one final swing, we propelled ourselves forward, the air splitting around us as we dove headfirst into the wormhole's swirling depths. Light and shadow danced around us in chaotic harmony, pulling us into the unknown. Whatever lay ahead, we would face it together.