Spider-Man opened the window to his apartment later that evening when the sun had gone down so no-one would see his approach and stepped inside. Earlier that day when he web-slung from the area he had been careful to conceal himself around the side of the building. This time he didn't need to do that because it was dark. He took off his mask and Mary Jane was waiting there to greet him with a hug. But then she took a few steps back and held her nose. "Been fighting, Peter?" she asked. "You stink."

"Story of my life." He smiled. "It's amazing how much a person sweats when fighting with fire." Mary Jane had a confused look on her face. "I'll tell you about it later after I have a shower. I'm starting to make the plants welt."

Peter started to strip and left a path of clothes leading to the bathroom. Mary Jane held her breath as she picked up her husband's costume and underwear from the floor and put them deep down into the hamper and shut the lid tight. She then let out a deep breath and crossed the hall to the bedroom. She then undressed and got ready for bed. A few minutes later Peter stood in the doorway of the bedroom, the hall light casting his shadow across the floor. He was wearing a towel and his hair was slicked back wet. Peter stepped into the light and approached Mary Jane. "Come here my hero," she said, as Peter leaned over to give her a kiss.

"Don't you want to hear what happened today?" he said.

Mary Jane leaned over and kissed him now, and by the size of the kiss, he knew that his adventures today could wait. Peter joined Mary Jane in bed and engaged in the husband and wife ritual of lovemaking.

An putrid odour awoke Vulture from his unwanted slumber. The smell was so repugnant that he snorted disgusted. It smelled like rotten vegetables and garbage. He felt a slight chilling breeze on his face as he regained his senses. He opened his eyes but couldn't see anything. Either it was dark where he was or the impact from the fall temporarily made him blind. But when he tried to turn his head to get a feel of where he was he couldn't move. Then he concluded he couldn't move his arms and legs as well. He was tied down.

He flexed his muscles in an attempt to break the bindings and heard the recognizable sound of leather stretching. Underneath his hands he felt the cool touch of wood. He was strapped to a wooden table in a very dark place.

But how? The last thing he could remember was falling from the sky and hitting the ground after being hit by a rush of water that extinguished the human torch power drained from Johnny Storm. He wasn't in Central Park because he couldn't see any stars. But he was feeling a cold breeze on his face which could mean he was in an open place? He tried to flame-on as Johnny Storm would say, perhaps maybe he had retained some of its validity, willing himself to ignite as fire, but nothing happened. The power was gone.

Am I in a psychiatric ward tied to a bed with the lights off? He wondered. No, I know how that feels. Then where the hell am I? "Hello? Is anyone there?" But no one answered. Then he heard a door slam shut the creak of footsteps on a wooden floor. Someone was here in the room with him. "I demand to know the meaning of this." He said into the dark. "Who dares do this to me? I am Adrian Toomes!"

"We know who you are," a signal male voice replied, but the person used a pronoun instead of a noun to announce himself. Was there more than one person in the room with him and he was the only one that replied?

"Release me or feel the wrath of Vulture!" Toomes said. "I'm a very powerful monarch in this community."

"Wrath?" the man replied, and then laughed. "We will show you the meaning of wrath. You betrayed us, Toomes."

Toomes had a vision of all twelve Board Members of Toomes Industries standing around the table and serving him with a hostile takeover bid of his company. But they wouldn't do it in this manner, this was too sadistic. Besides he couldn't sign anything strapped to a table.

Regardless of the circumstances he wouldn't be forced out as CEO of Toomes Industries. It was his company. He created it and no one was going to use scare tactics on him to get it. "I won't sign anything, you hear me?" He said firmly into the dark. "You'll have to kill me before I relinquish control of my company over to you colloquialists. Toomes Industries is mine!"

There was silence for a moment and Toomes swallowed nervous. He was starting to feel that whoever was in the room with him were not the Board Members of his company.

"We are not interested in your business," the man said.

Suddenly a light flicked on and dimly brightened the room. Toomes vision started to focus to the light and he found himself staring at a wooden ceiling. Then he started to feel the individual or individuals in the room with him loosen the binds that strapped him to the table. First his legs and then one arm. Then the man stepped back into a darkened corner and left Toomes to free the rest.

Toomes unbound his neck and this his other arm. He then rubbed his neck and got off the table. The room was barren of all things except for a few abandoned wooden crates in the far corner. Light shined through cracks in the walls so he concluded he was in building made of wooden walls. Perhaps an old factory or other such similar location? He would be determine that after he got out. But what or who brought him here in the first place? And who released him? "Hello? Is anyone there?" Then he started to get frustrated and a little uneasy. "Fine. You've had your fun." And Toomes started to make his way to the door.

But then stopped when he heard someone say, "Justice will be served, Toomes. You betrayed us in the park."

Toomes looked in the direction where the voice came from and saw the faint outline of a person standing in a darkened corner. Moonlight cascaded through a hole in the wall and illuminated half the person's body. "What are you babbling around? I have betrayed no one."

"You betrayed us, Toomes. You betrayed us in the park. And justice will be serviced by us. You promised we could kill Spider-Man." He said in a snarling kind of tone.

The man then stepped out from the shadows and walked towards Toomes. He had short blond hair and was very muscular. He wore jeans and a sandy colour shirt. Toomes knew the man only by reputation. He was Eddie Brock, ex-photographer hound for the Daily Bugle. He was fired due to Spider-Man interference with a case he was involved in, but disappeared soon afterwards. But Toomes had never promised him anything. He had promised. . .

A form absorbed Eddie Brock and Toomes was soon faced with his old partner Venom. Toomes started to back away from Venom with haste.

"You betrayed us, Toomes," Venom said. "And now justice will be served." The light that seeped through the cracks in the walls bounced off Venom's razor sharp teeth. For a moment he looked like a great white shark about to strike. But the situation Toomes was in was much, much worse. He was pitted against a individual so hideous by reputation that few of his victims ever survive.

"V-Venom, please," Toomes pleaded. "You have to understand. Spider-Man's been my enemy far longer than yours. It was within my rights to destroy him." Venom swiped his hand in the air at Toomes and ripped Vulture's costume across the chest. Toomes hissed in pain as blood begin to bleed from the wounds. Venom begot closer to Toomes and Toomes continued to back away soon returning to the point he had been earlier next to the table.

Toomes quickly ducked out of the way as Venom struck down with both arms onto the table with enough force of a wrecking ball breaking it in half. On the floor Toomes was paralysed with fear as the 6'2 Venom came towards him. The only thing he could see through the dark were Venom's horrible glowing white eyes with their sights to murder.

"I'll give you equity in my company, I'll make you Chairman of the Board, I'll give you anything you desire. I'm Adrian Toomes and I can make it happen."

"I want justice!" Venom spat out. "Give me that!"

Venom pounced on Toomes like a puma would its prey and Toomes let out a blood curdling scream. Blood spattered against the dirt filled walls as Venom got his justice.