A week went by, and Y/N was surprisingly finding that working with SHIELD—and Spider-Man—was actually kind of fun. There was something oddly thrilling about being part of a team, even if it was a bit chaotic at times. Between the missions, the banter with Peter, and the occasional tussle with Venom's more wild side, Y/N felt like she was getting used to this strange new life.

One evening, she found herself at Peter's house, sitting in the kitchen with Aunt May, chatting about everything and nothing while they cooked dinner. Y/N had always been a decent cook, but there was something about May's warmth and expertise that made it more enjoyable. The kitchen was filled with the scent of simmering sauce, garlic, and fresh herbs.

Peter was upstairs in his room, probably doing something "Spider-Man" related, though he'd never admit it. As Y/N and Aunt May exchanged stories and laughs, they both heard the faint creak of the stairs. A few moments later, Peter appeared, a bit rumpled from whatever he'd been doing.

"Oh hey, Y/N!" he said, rubbing his eyes and giving her a sleepy smile. His voice was warm, but there was still a hint of that usual awkwardness when he interacted with her.

Y/N grinned and waved her spatula in the air. "Hey there, Spidey," she teased, adding just a touch of sarcasm for fun. "I see you finally decided to join us down here."

Peter gave her a sheepish look. "Yeah, well... had to finish something up. You know how it is."

Aunt May, never missing an opportunity for some lighthearted banter, chimed in with a smile. "I think Peter's starting to enjoy having company around. He's been more social lately." She turned to Y/N, clearly teasing. "You've been a good influence on him."

Peter blushed and tried to hide his embarrassment, but Y/N saw right through it. "Oh, I don't know about that," she said with a grin. "I think he was just too used to the quiet life before. A little excitement never hurt anyone, right?"

"Right," Peter muttered, scratching the back of his neck. "So, uh... what's cooking?" He tried to change the subject, his eyes falling on the food. Y/N could practically see the hunger in his eyes—he was always hungry after a day of swinging around the city.

Aunt May laughed softly. "It's just some spaghetti and garlic bread. Nothing fancy. But you're welcome to help with the sauce, Peter."

"Help?" Peter looked at her like she had asked him to fly to the moon. "You want me to help with the sauce?"

Y/N snickered, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, Peter. We'll keep you out of the kitchen disaster zone for now."

Peter grinned and leaned against the doorframe, clearly content in the familiar, easygoing atmosphere. "Well, if you insist... I guess I'll just hang out here and enjoy the fruits of your labor."

Aunt May shook her head fondly. "You're incorrigible."

The three of them continued chatting and laughing, the hum of conversation filling the house, and for a moment, everything felt normal. There were no crazy villains or symbiote-induced chaos—just simple, everyday moments that felt right.

SCENEBREAK

Late that day, Aunt May had gone off to visit some of her friends, as she often did, leaving Peter and Y/N home alone. Y/N was in the living room, curled up on the couch with a book, enjoying the quiet, when suddenly an alarm beeped from her clock.

Her eyes shot to the device, and without missing a beat, Nick Fury's voice crackled through the speaker. "Wraith, you better get your ass and Spider-Man to Central Park. There's something on the scanner."

Y/N snapped the book shut, her heart racing. Fury never called for nothing. "Got it," she said, her tone sharp. She swung her legs off the couch and grabbed her phone, calling for Peter. "Peter, we've got a situation!"

He came down in a flash, already in his Spider-Man suit, as if he had already gotten the message. He looked serious but also eager, clearly ready for action.

"Let's go," Peter said, adjusting his suit.

Y/N nodded, heading to the other room to get into her own suit. With a swift motion, she wrapped the symbiote around her body, and Venom's presence surged forward, settling on her as her Wraith persona took form. A sharp, black mask materialized around her face, the tendrils at her back flicking instinctively. Venom's voice rumbled in her mind, but she gave a small snort. "Focus, big guy."

Spider-Man gave her a glance as he adjusted his web-shooters, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. "Ready to go, Wraith?"

She grinned. "Always."

Together, they shot off toward Central Park, the night air whipping past them as they swung through the city. It was a tense ride, as they had no idea what they were walking into, but they both knew that something big was coming.

When they arrived at Central Park, they saw it—a massive missile flying toward them. But as it got closer, something felt off. It wasn't a missile at all. The massive green form in the air was unmistakable, and the angry roar that followed made it clear.

The Hulk.

Y/N's eyes widened. "What the hell?" she muttered under her breath, recognizing the familiar destruction the Hulk could cause. "Looks like we've got a situation here, Spider."

Spider-Man looked between the Hulk and Y/N, then at the missile-like thing that had been mistaken for a threat. "I think 'situation' might be an understatement," he said, his voice tinged with both concern and a bit of excitement.

The Hulk was furious, his muscles bulging and his green skin glowing under the streetlights. He wasn't just angry—he was enraged. The ground trembled as he smashed the ground with his fists, his voice booming through the park.

Y/N grimaced, knowing that trying to reason with him might be next to impossible. "We need to get him calmed down, fast," she said, her voice filled with determination. "You take his attention, Spider. I'll see if I can find a way to talk him down."

"Right," Spider-Man said, webbing toward the Hulk to draw his focus away from the surroundings. "Hey, big guy! Don't make me swing around in circles trying to dodge you!"

Y/N looked at the Hulk from behind, trying to gauge his movements. She wasn't about to let him wreck any more of the park or hurt anyone else. She took a deep breath, letting the symbiote enhance her senses as she prepared herself. "Okay, Venom, let's get to work."

"Let's show him how we do things," Venom growled inside her mind.

With that, Wraith darted forward, using her speed to close the distance between herself and the Hulk. She moved quickly, striking from behind to avoid getting caught by his massive fists. Her tendrils shot out, wrapping around a nearby tree to swing around the Hulk's side, hoping to get in close enough for a distraction. The last thing they needed was another uncontrolled rampage.

Spider-Man, meanwhile, had the Hulk's attention. His webbing wasn't doing much to slow the green behemoth down, but it kept the Hulk occupied long enough for Wraith to get in position. Y/N took a deep breath, her focus narrowing.

"Hulk!" Y/N shouted, her voice carrying through the chaos. "We don't want to hurt you. We're here to help!"

The Hulk growled, his body tense as he turned toward her, his eyes filled with fury. It was clear he wasn't in the mood for talking. Wraith was ready for anything, her claws ready to strike, but she kept herself grounded, hoping her words would find a way to reach him.

She knew it wouldn't be easy, but for now, she had to try and reason with him before things got out of hand.

"Hey!" Spider-Man shouted from across the park. "How about we all just take a breath here and not smash things?"

Wraith rolled her eyes but couldn't help a small smirk. "Right," she muttered. "Real inspiring, Spidey."

The night was far from over.

Y/N's eyes flashed with determination as she launched herself toward the Hulk. The massive green figure was still reeling from Spider-Man's distraction, but as Wraith closed the distance, she knew she had to act quickly. With a single, swift strike, she leapt forward and kicked the Hulk in the chest, sending him crashing back into a nearby tree with a force that shook the ground.

The Hulk let out a low, guttural roar, dazed from the blow. The tree creaked and groaned as it bent from the impact, but the Hulk, surprisingly, didn't seem too hurt—just knocked back a little.

Peter, still swinging nearby, blinked in disbelief. "Did you just knock out the joke?" he asked, clearly not expecting the force of the hit.

Y/N tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she watched the Hulk slump against the tree, his massive body leaning against it for support. "He's not out, just... stunned for now. But that's one way to get his attention."

Spider-Man swung down, landing lightly beside her. He scanned the situation quickly, still cautious. "Are you sure we should've hit him that hard? I mean, the Hulk doesn't exactly... play nice when he gets pissed."

Wraith's voice was cold, controlled. "We don't have the luxury of time, Spider. We need to get him under control before he causes more damage or—"

Before she could finish, the Hulk groaned, slowly pushing himself upright. His eyes locked onto her, the fury returning in full force. But this time, something had changed. His stance was more defensive, a little less wild.

Peter took a cautious step back. "Oh boy, here we go again."

Wraith didn't flinch. She kept her eyes on the Hulk, her claws ready, but she didn't make another move yet. "Stay calm, big guy. We don't want to hurt you. Let's just talk."

The Hulk growled, his voice rumbling deep. "HULK... SMASH!" He lunged forward again, but this time, his movements were more deliberate, as if testing Wraith's resolve.

"Alright, I think I've heard enough," Peter said, flipping through the air and landing between them. "Hulk, listen up! We don't have time to play tag, alright?"

Y/N shot him a look, rolling her eyes. "Spidey, you really think yelling at him is going to do anything? We need a better plan."

Spider-Man paused, realizing she was right. "Yeah, okay... Plan B. I'll distract him, you—"

But before he could finish, the Hulk slammed his fist into the ground, creating a shockwave that sent both Spider-Man and Wraith stumbling back.

"Y/N!" Peter shouted as he webbed onto a nearby building to steady himself.

Wraith took a deep breath, her claws digging into the ground as she steadied herself. "Venom... now's the time."

Venom's presence surged forward, and the symbiote spread across her body like liquid shadow, the black tendrils wrapping tighter around her as her form morphed into something more fearsome. The air around them seemed to pulse with dark energy.

"Time to end this," Wraith growled, her voice low and more primal, now fully merged with Venom's power. Her tendrils lashed out, grabbing onto the Hulk's massive frame, trying to restrain him without harming him.

"Hulk smash!" the Hulk roared, fighting against the black tendrils with all his strength.

"You're strong, big guy," Wraith said, struggling to hold him in place. "But we need you calm, not raging. You don't want to hurt anyone, right?"

Spider-Man swung back into action, using his webs to latch onto the Hulk's feet to further immobilize him. "Just listen to her, man! You don't wanna deal with us and her angry side!"

The Hulk paused, his breathing heavy as he glanced between the two. The rage in his eyes was still there, but the intensity of his battle with Wraith's symbiote and Spider-Man's webs seemed to wear him down.

For a brief moment, there was silence. Then, slowly, Hulk's muscles relaxed, and the growl in his throat quieted.

"Good," Wraith said, voice softening. "That's it. Calm down."

Spider-Man nodded in relief, swinging down beside them. "I didn't think we were gonna get through to him this quickly."

Y/N smirked, her tendrils still holding the Hulk steady. "You'd be surprised what a little persuasion can do."

As the Hulk began to regain his composure, Peter turned to Wraith with a raised brow. "Maybe next time, we ease into it a little more instead of kicking the Hulk into next Tuesday?"

Wraith snorted. "No promises."

The tension finally eased as the Hulk seemed to calm, though his anger was still simmering just below the surface. Y/N kept her guard up, knowing all too well how easily things could spiral out of control again.

But for now, at least, they had bought themselves some time.

SCENEBREAK

The fight with the Hulk finally subsided, with both Wraith and Spider-Man managing to contain the massive green powerhouse. The symbiote's tendrils, still wrapped around the Hulk, slowly relaxed as his fury began to dissipate. With a grunt, Hulk dropped to his knees, now exhausted and no longer an immediate threat.

Y/N stepped forward, the black tendrils of Venom retracting as she carefully knelt beside the Hulk. She gave him a sympathetic look, but there was a firmness in her voice. "You can relax now. We're not gonna hurt you."

Peter landed lightly beside her, looking slightly out of breath. "Well, that was... intense," he muttered, looking at the Hulk, who was slowly regaining his composure.

Suddenly, the Hulk let out a low growl, and they noticed something strange. A dark, shadowy figure was latched onto the Hulk's back, writhing like a parasite. It seemed to be feeding off his energy, making the Hulk increasingly unstable.

"That's the thing causing the rage," Y/N observed, eyes narrowing. "It's feeding off of him. We need to get it off before it takes him over again."

Venom growled softly in Y/N's mind. Let me handle it, he said, his voice thick with anticipation.

Y/N nodded, stepping forward. "Hold still," she said to the Hulk. She concentrated, her hands crackling with dark energy as the symbiote's tendrils shot out, wrapping around the shadowy parasite. With a sharp tug, she yanked the creature off Hulk's back, sending it tumbling through the air.

The creature was a grotesque, spiny thing—something alien, but it had the same sinister aura as Venom. It hissed, its sharp claws scrabbling at the air, but Y/N wasn't having any of it. The tendrils wrapped tighter around it, pulling it in as she yanked it to the ground, subduing it completely.

Peter stepped back, eyes wide. "Whoa, that's... that's something else. What is that thing?"

"Some sort of parasite," Y/N replied, her voice steady despite the chaos. "It calls itself a Phalanix or something similar. It attaches to a host, feeding off their strength and emotions, driving them into a frenzy."

She glanced at the Hulk, who seemed dazed but no longer consumed by rage. "He didn't even know it was there. It was using him."

Peter took a deep breath, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Well, that explains a lot. So, what now? We need to get this thing off to SHIELD or something?"

Before Y/N could respond, a voice echoed in her earpiece. "Status report," came the gravelly voice of Nick Fury.

Y/N gave a short sigh and straightened up, turning her attention to the communicator. "We've got the Hulk under control. The thing attached to his back was some sort of alien parasite—calls itself a Phalanix. We managed to get it off him, but he's still a little shaken."

Peter shot Y/N a glance. "And, uh, we also kinda saved him from destroying Central Park in the process."

Fury didn't respond immediately, and for a moment, all they could hear was the distant hum of the Helicarrier. Finally, Fury's voice came through again, this time softer. "Good work, both of you. You kept the Hulk contained, and you neutralized the threat. Report to HQ for debriefing."

Y/N smirked, glancing at Spider-Man. "Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Peter chuckled nervously. "You know, I'm starting to think that fighting giant monsters and calming down the Hulk might be our new normal."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You get used to it after a while."

As they began to turn to leave, Peter looked at her thoughtfully. "Hey, Y/N... You're really good at this whole 'containing dangerous creatures' thing."

Y/N flashed him a small, wry smile. "I've had a lot of practice."

With the crisis averted, the Hulk now calm and the alien parasite taken care of, the two of them headed off toward the Helicarrier, the familiar hum of SHIELD's operations welcoming them back into the fold. As much as Y/N tried to keep her distance from Spider-Man and his team, there was something about this chaotic, unpredictable life that was beginning to feel like home.

And for now, that was enough.