American comics: Venom Spider, starting from taking down Gwen

Gwen screamed angrily and pounced on Peter

"What did you do to us?"

She yelled

"What is this thing attached to me?"

Peter climbed out of the house, and Gwen jumped out with him, who had just fixed the house and didn't want an angry Gwen to break it.

Gwen spat at Peter a mouthful of viscous mesh liquid, she lacked control over her power and did not have the ability to make a high-strength mesh cable.

"Hey, I didn't know you were an airbrush Gwen."

Peter quipped, and the thick liquid once again splashed onto the floor of the warehouse.

Watching her try to figure out what she's capable of is funny to him, completely out of place, but still funny.

He jumped directly onto a roof beam and glued to it.

Gwen screamed angrily at him, and even though she had now gained strength, she couldn't jump high enough to grab him.

Her mind was carried away by sudden hormones, and she fell into pure anger.

He was mocking her, and he would pay for his arrogance.

Gwen gasped and lingered under the girder where Peter was trapped, her eyes kept on him.

While it's funny, Peter knows that Gwen has to let Venom control herself.

But his urge to fight it every day was bad, and Gwen was already injured by the time he changed her clothes.

Almost dying, she may not have enough control.

Worst of all, he thought that if Gwen continued to be angry, he might have to find a more permanent solution, which he didn't want to think about.

In his musings, Peter took his eyes off Gwen, who took advantage of his missteps.

Jumping up from the wall of her house, climbing high enough to punch him in the chest, slashing his armor-like chest with black claws.

"Uh, uh, uh," "

Peter flipped backwards and jumped on top of the rafters

"Good moves, but you'll have to try a little harder, Gwen Venom."

As she swung behind him, she crouched on the ground and roared at him.

Once again, her name let boiling anger run through her veins, roaring

"Don't Gwen venom, don't Gwen venom".

The taut skin suit began to twist and blister, and her gymnast-like figure swelled into a steroid-injected bodybuilder.

"Well, if you want to play Chase, then let's play."

His armor changed to more defensive armor.

He grabbed Gwen's waist and fastened her arms to her sides.

She bit him hard, her face mimicking his, splitting into a razor-filled mouth, ready to tear his flesh.

Peter threw them off the beam, they all hit the warehouse floor hard, Gwen absorbed the impact, the air was pumped away, and she hissed.

"Didn't they teach you that biting is bad?"

Peter snapped his head and slammed his forehead against the top row of teeth, feeling them shatter on the thicker armor.

Gwen screamed in pain, and the symbolic skin was shattered.

Damn, Peter felt like an idiot, he didn't expect to hit so hard.

He wanted her to calm down, not beat her up.

She struggled to break free, thinking she had won over Peter.

He let go of her arm, and a second later, Peter let go of her arm so as not to be crushed with a bang.

She punched him in the ribs, but he leaned back and missed him.

Then he slammed her hand to the floor with two more blows on her wrist.

"Be nice, Gwen Venom, or daddy will hit you."

Soon her other hand was webbed, and although she twisted her ass to get him away, she knew it was all over.

He defeated her, and although she felt stronger, he was stronger.

He avoided her smarter, and he was smarter at annoying her with stupid witticism and a snarky tongue.

Something clicked inside her, and she continued to pretend to struggle.

Peter grabbed her with his ass

"Wow, ride it, cowboy."

Although it was funny, he really didn't want to hurt her.

Gwen hasn't learned to weave mesh rope yet, but she knows she can change the chemical formula of her liquids.

And Peter behaved like a fool, he didn't notice that the acid eroded the straps that bound her.

When they felt weak enough, Gwen growled and flipped her and Peter over, wrapping his legs around her waist, and she threw him on the concrete floor.

The sudden reversal left Peter breathless, and he found himself pinned to the floor by Gwen.

She hurried away, then ran back to him, rolled over, kicked him in the head, and kicked him around on the floor.

Once again, she jumped up and pounced on him, pressing her full weight against him.

Pumping the air out of his chest, imitating him, spraying cobwebs on his hands and quickly drying up in seconds.

Hold him tight.

She pinned him to the ground and stroked him with her hands.

At this time, she was rubbing his head with one side of her head, "Peter,"

She growled at him, sliding her tongue across one side of his face.

She caught him now, and she won.

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