American comics: Venom Spider, starting from taking down Gwen

Peter had his own problems to deal with, and he knew though enough electricity could kill an elephant.

But the combination of sound, light and electricity highlights an important flaw.

Although it is "dead," it is still a part of his life and not a separate entity, as is anything he is vulnerable to.

His senses were enhanced, and even when he closed his eyes, he could feel the flow of air as Gwen trained.

Her heartbeat, her smell, the sweat flowing between her perfect breasts, were all obvious to him.

He needed a filter, something that protected him from overstimulation, at least until he learned and fully adapted to his powers.

The first is a headset that he has finished designing and is comfortable to wear around his neck.

He can double-click on the front of it and it will pop up and expand.

Cover his jaw with smooth silver metal, two sound-dampening earbuds and two polarized tinted lenses.

He needs to pull them up to his face, but once he stretches out his symbolic skin, it fits perfectly together and surrounds its features.

His mask had adapted to the armor, and he wondered if his symbiote was also as dead as they thought.

He now has two white eyes on his mask, wide and narrow, like a white crescent, with polarized lenses underneath.

When he adjusted the lenses, the white film thickened and thinned, matching the polarization of the headphones.

He looked for one online, but couldn't find one that suited his budget and requirements.

It took him a little time to get used to, his hearing weakened, and his voice hoarse from time to time.

It's more that the solder is misplaced or the circuit is not aligned, rather than that the speaker is wrong.

But as a working prototype, it's perfect.

Next, he researched a grounding system, and while studying Kevlar and ceramic plating used on military and police body armor, he practiced making a second skin under the first layer of skin.

After several failed attempts, he admitted defeat, and the second layer of skin was covered over the first layer and then on his own skin.

These were too bulky and uncomfortable to rub, so he opted for the idea of a "clothing threat."

A thin cloth tights, pitch black, easily hidden under his clothes, formed the bottom of his current armor.

He carefully weaves the thin wire into the garment and sews it tightly onto the underwear.

Once he put on his hood and underwear, and put on his armor, he didn't feel any different from usual, with thin cloth and wire pads on it.

"Okay, hit me,"

At this time, he said, Gwen was hiding behind thick steel plates wearing a cell phone and welder's goggles.

Gwen pressed a button and smelled the thick ozone that permeated the warehouse.

After Peter reconnected the wires and increased the current, the discharge of the Taser was bright and loud.

After counting to five, she turned the gun off again.

"Pete?"

She shouted.

"Damn, I can't hear. Pete, shall I take these off?"

She was yelling, but unbeknownst to her, she pressed the switch again to turn off the Taser completely, and after removing her heavy and uncomfortable helmet, she stuck her head around the plate.

Peter was smoking, and he was not smoking well.

Steam and burned skin peeled off his body, but burned where the electricity touched, but intact.

The lenses turned deep black, and his voice clicked, and a strange sound came through the tiny speaker:

"I'm fine, it works, I don't feel it."

Gwen was relieved, she knew they needed to train.

But shooting her boyfriend with a modified Taser gun was not planned.

After the experiment and training, Peter sat at a large table with his sketchbook in front of him.

He made several designs of body armor, and the poison could be worn both on the outside and under the symbolic skin.

He had planned to make a set of armor for Gwen, which seemed like a good idea.

Since symbiotes seem to grow both sharp mouths and claws.

He shook his head as he considered adding a weapon system, as equipment and machinery were limited.

It's easy to make something dangerous or defective, so it's discarded.

Gwen is as strong as he is, but there are some weaknesses that upset him.

He is sensitive to loud noises and bright lights, while poison seems sensitive only to touch and pain.

She gleefully asks for sugar and snacks, more like a child who refuses to eat well and wants only the tastiest.

The lingerie worked, the advertising worked, and everything went according to plan.

MJ moves in and seems to put an end to their time alone.

Even if she doesn't know it herself, she acts as a constraint between them.

Considering that they spend their nights like this, barely sleeping, buried between each other's legs, this is not needed.

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