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Thought it was over, didn't you, Spider-Man?

You made a fool of Eddie Brock whenever you could.

You cost me my job, my reputation...

My health.

My apartment?

You just won't stop till you ruin me, will you? You can't do this.

I already have.

You're fired!

I'll get even with you if it's the last thing I do.

You rejected the symbiont who

only wanted to make you stronger.

Well, surprise, surprise.

Now we're one.

Now you're gonna pay.

From now on, we're poison to you, Spider-Man.

That's why we call ourselves Venom.

I feel great.

Boy, am I glad to be back in my old clothes.

And that full moon is perfect

for my date tonight with Mary Jane.

Huh? Down there. I don't believe it. It's the Rhino.

Finally found you.

We've got a score to settle.

You should have stayed in black,

because I'm gonna dirty you up bad.

Sorry. They tell me the blue really brings out my eyes.

Last time, I kicked your hide all over this town.

Is your learning curve a flat line or what?

His might be. Mine isn't.

Rhino and Shocker?

How'd they get together? Computer dating?

This time, it's maximum voltage at minimum range.

Back off! He belongs to us!

What are you doing, you...

No. No!

How am I gonna fight both

those creeps at the same time?

- Huh? Whose webbing is that? - Need a hand, pal?

Eddie Brock? How did you...

Get up here? Same way you did, Spider-Punk.

Or do you mind if we just call you Peter Parker?

What did you say?

You're quite the bully when you want to be, Parker.

Problem is, Eddie Brock isn't

the same guy he once was.

Why don't we introduce you to our better half?

We call ourselves Venom.

We're your old clothes, kid, your hand-me-downs.

The symbiont that Peter Parker tried to destroy,

Eddie Brock has embraced.

We've bonded.

The symbiont. It's still alive.

How? How did it find Brock?

You don't understand. It doesn't just bond with you.

It takes over, makes you do what it wants.

- You've got to separate from it. - Separate?

We're made for each other.

Brock's rage and vengefulness

made us a perfect breeding ground.

Far better than you, Parker.

Brock, you've got to get rid of it.

Why? We're now part of a life force

that has existed since the dawn of time.

Imagine what you've turned down, Parker.

Think of all this knowledge.

We've seen thousands of worlds, millions of civilizations,

learned many secrets,

always with but one goal above all else:

To survive.

And now we're sharing those

secrets with Eddie Brock.

We're very happy together.

No! Brock! Brock!

Surprise.

He never triggered my spider-sense.

Such low-grade webbing.

Here. Have some of mine.

Now, don't worry.

We're not gonna finish you yet, Parker.

Listen to me, Brock. You've got...

Stop calling us that! We are Venom now!

We wanted you, but you spurned us.

Now we have big plans.

You know nothing about us,

but we know everything about you.

You'll see us everywhere, even in your nightmares.

Brock, come back!

Venom. Brock. I have to find him.

Doc Connors was right. That alien takes over its host.

But since it tried to bond with my DNA and failed,

it could even block my spider-sense.

Now what do I do? I've got to track him down.

Maybe I can find a clue in his old apartment.

If that symbiont nearly drove me nuts

I can imagine what it's doing to a pumped-up lunatic like Brock.

Pumped up. That's it.

Brock likes to work out by himself all the time.

And that might give me just the lead I need.

Get a grip, Parker. You're starting to lose it.

Uh, Atlas Equipment?

I'm Eddie Brock. I need to double-check

the address you sent my weights to.

Okay. Yes, that's right. Thank you.

Here are those clippings you wanted on Brock.

- Why do you need them? - School project. Thanks, Mr. Robertson.

Hey, everybody. Look who's here.

Colonel Jameson. What a surprise. How you feeling?

The prognosis is that

John's going to make a full recovery.

In fact, NASA can't wait to get him

back in command of another shuttle.

- Isn't that right, son? - Sure.

So long as I can shake the memories

of the crash and the black alien ooze.

Dreams go away. You'll be fine. He'll be fine.

That satellite that's being launched tomorrow night,

they've named it the John Jameson

Probe in his honor.

That black ooze isn't a dream. It's my worst nightmare.

Spider-Man is finished. I'm through.

There's nothing I can do.

Somewhere he's out there, and my spider-sense can't detect him.

He could strike at any time.

- Nice spidey jammies. - Brock.

Wonder what people would do

if they knew who Spider-Man was.

Hey, let's go ask Jameson about that.

- Look up! - Look up there!

Two Spider-Mans. Or is that two Spider-Men?

Brock, the more you hate me,

the more the symbiont can control you.

Who said we hate you?

The fact is, we're your biggest fan.

Look. Streamers. Now it is a party.

He disappeared.

Revenge is a human trait we enjoy.

We'll have our revenge against you

and the ones close to you,

like your poor Aunt May, or Mary Jane Watson.

We know all about them too.

You leave them alone.

- You won't believe it. - Two of them?

His webbing's stronger than mine, stronger than me.

Well, quite a crowd.

Perfect time for an unveiling.

No!

- Check it out, dude. - His mask is off.

I'm Spider-Man.

This is my chance to ID that wall-crawling rat-bag.

Give me that. Quick, somebody,

what do I do to make this thing zoom in?

Come on. Hold still so I can focus in on your face.

Ready for your close-up, Mr. Parker?

When the world finds out who you are,

you're history, pal.

Think of all the lovely folks you'll leave behind,

like Mary Jane.

She'll be so lonely.

Maybe we'll have to keep her company.

How does that sound, tiger?

- If you try anything with her... - Come on. Hold still.

Blast. Hold still.

Oh, clumsy us. We almost dropped you.

This will have to do until I get

my spare mask at home.

I was supposed to meet Mary Jane tonight,

but what if Venom gets to her first?

Mary Jane. Mary Jane?

Mary Jane!

- Sorry I'm late. - That's okay, Peter.

I ran into someone who says he's a friend of yours.

Don't you just love the theatre?

Know you do. Hear you're a wonderful actress.

Thank you.

- What are you doing? - We have to go.

- But you'll miss the curtain, Petey.

- What's wrong with you?

We'll miss the show.

Brock's a weirdo, okay?

I'll explain later. Just keep walking.

Why? Nobody's there. Peter, what's gotten into you?

I've got to take you home.

Peter, tell me what's going on.

- Lost him. - Who are you talking about?

- Mary Jane, do you trust me? - What are you...?

- Do you trust me? - Yes, I think I do.

Then just do as I say,

and don't ask me any questions. Please.

Okay.

- Home so soon? - We had to leave.

Really? Why?

Hey, buddy. Real quaint. Homey.

Who is it, dear?

Eddie. Eddie Brock, ma'am. An old, dear friend of Peter's.

And you must be Aunt May. Heard so much about you.

Eddie and I have to have a little talk.

- Be seeing you, ma'am. - What a nice man. So polite.

She won't see you again.

How can you stop us?

Brock!

He'll never stop torturing me.

I've got to fight, and I know just how to do it.

No! No!

Like the way I decorated your new place?

You dare!

That's it. Follow me. Come on.

Blast. Where'd he go?

I'll crush you like a worm!

Happy landing.

We're going to turn out your lights.

This party is over.

We'll catch you wherever you go.

There's no place on Earth that we can't find you.

It would be nice if there were a

couple hundred more cars to this train.

Now where is he?

Ticket, please.

Sorry, big guy, but I think

we're about to reach your stop.

He won't let that stop him.

Look, Parker, we're booked for a round trip.

Next time, I'm flying.

The military base launch pad. We're here.

Gotcha!

Finally, I made it. Now the hard part begins.

And as the countdown draws to a close

let me say that it is an honor

to have the very first space launch

in the New York area be named for

NASA's brave shuttle commander,

Colonel John Jameson.

One minute and counting.

Mark.

Bingo. The John Jameson Probe.

Fitting, since this all started in space.

Not too smart, Spider-Man.

Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

Come on, come on. Launch this thing.

- Got you. - No, got you.

Hope this launch doesn't fry my molecules.

But if I'm gonna go, at least I'll take him with me.

Start the engines. Come on!

Say aloha!

We have main engine ignition.

Aah! The noise!

What have you done? You tricked us!

Yes! It worked!

The roar of the rocket forced the symbiont off Brock.

We have liftoff.

What?

Security, launch control. Intruders in the gantry elevator.

Let's sweep the perimeter fence.

I did it. I beat the most relentless,

unforgiving opponent I've ever faced.

Peter, are you listening to me?

Huh? Oh, sorry.

I was just admiring the stars. You were saying?

I said, looking up at the sky on a night like this,

it's easy to believe that we're not alone.

I wonder what's out there.

That's exactly what I was wondering too.

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