Mary Jane Watson is alone in her apartment cooking up a late dinner after work. She stands by the stovetop wearing only a towel over her body and another towel wrapped around her head since she had just gotten out of the shower. She sighed, thinking about her beloved Peter Parker and how angry he had made her for his recent actions. She had to keep an eye on the pan of stir-fry that was cooking, or else it would burn. There was a midnight breeze coming in from the open window.
"That smells good," a horrific voice complimented from outside of the window.
Mary Jane is startled as she looks up to see who it is. A black-clothed supervillain hung outside of the window upside down. The white, crazy eyes and rows of sharp teeth terrified her, but before she can even make a sound, a shot of black webbing covers her pouty lips. She flees in terror out of the kitchen, trying to free her mouth from the sticky substance. The dark, bulky figure opens the window in the living room and crawls inside. He jumps in her way, taunting her with his long, wicked tongue.
Mary Jane knew Venom was no laughing matter, so she runs for the door. Venom simply catches her with more webbing on the back of her neck and pulls her into his grasp. Her towels are lost as she flies through the air, revealing her beautiful naked form and her red, flowing hair. Venom catches her with one hand. He finds her lashing about irritating, so he decides to cover her entire body with webs. Once she is tightly bound, Venom makes off with his favorable prize into the night.
The dark supervillain brings Mary Jane to a closed factory, where he places her on a cot of webbing he made for her before tearing off all of her bondage. Mary Jane scrambles as soon as she is free to search for any cloth to cover her nudity. Venom laughs hysterically as she covers herself with a tarp she manages to find.
"Help!" Mary Jane screams.
"It's no use, woman," Venom tells her. "This factory has been closed for the month, and there is no one around for miles."
Mary Jane wonders about her current situation. "Why did you let me out of the bondage? Aren't you going to keep me tied up?"
"There's no point," Venom says. "The doors are all bolted shut. The only way out of here is through the windows that are fifty feet from the floor. Don't bother searching for a ladder or anything; we've already taken care of that."
"Why have you kidnapped me again?" Mary Jane asks aggravatingly. Venom is surprised at the sudden change in her expression. "What could it possibly be for this time?"
"Once we returned again, we agreed to go after Peter again. You are merely the bait, for he cannot allow his beloved Mary Jane to be in peril."
Mary Jane sighs at this. "You don't know what's happened, have you, Brock?"
"Don't call us Brock!" Venom snaps. "We are Venom!"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Venom finds this very peculiar. He looks closer at Mary Jane's face to see that she is very sad. The humanity that is left in him feels sorry for her. He regrettably asks, "What's wrong?"
"Peter and I are not together," Mary Jane sadly admits. "Black Cat has taken him away from me."
"Impossible!" Venom insists. "We know Peter; we know him very well. He has been in love with you and only you since the day you two met. You'll see. Once we make a message to let him know that we have you held captive, he'll come here to save you, and we can have our--"
"He's not going to come," Mary Jane says. "He's really busy right now. Haven't you heard? There's like six other villains who have teamed up against him. Haven't you watched the news?"
"That shouldn't stop him! We will leave him a note for him to read right outside of his work! He's bound to see it sooner or--"
"Who knows when he'll come back from his trip with that fricken Cat Bitch. They've been gone for quite some time..."
"Damn it!" Venom curses. "What are we supposed to do until then? We had been apart for too long, but now he's not here to fight!"
"Sucks for you," Mary Jane tells Venom as she sits herself down.
Venom starts going ballistic through the factory, tearing machinery apart. Mary Jane watches from a distance as he lays waste to nearly everything in the facility. Venom eventually calms down and gets a grip on his rage.
"I'm going out..." Venom says as he shoots web up to the ceiling.
"Wait!" Mary Jane calls after him. "You're not going to just leave me here, are you?"
"Don't worry," Venom tells her. "There's plenty of food and water here to keep you nourished. And the facilities work here, so you may wash up and go to the bathroom whenever. Also, I can bring you back a change of clothes if you want--"
"That's not what I mean." Mary Jane walks up close to him and looks up at him with sad eyes. "I just don't want to be alone right now..."
"You want our company?" Venom asks in surprise.
"Well, if you don't mind," Mary Jane suggests. "If I could talk to Brock alone..."
Venom thinks this over and decides to give in to her request. He lets go of the web he just shot and looks up.
"Leave us," he tells himself.
The suit makes a questioning squeal.
"Just do it," he argues.
The liquid life form leaves his body to reveal the muscular body of Brock Sampson in his undergarments. The symbiote quietly hides in a corner.
"Thank you," Mary Jane gives him her gratitude.
"Don't mention it," Brock says, looking down at his attractive captive.
Mary Jane and Brock sit side by side, having a conversation. They actually laugh together as they enjoy each other's company. The alien goop stays in the corner, watching with great jealousy for Brock's attention.
"So what did the mailman say to that?" Mary Jane asks after hearing Brock reminiscing about the past. They both try to catch their breath after laughing quite hard.
"He didn't say anything," Brock says. "He was too nervous to say anything, but he left us with the most hilarious walk."
They both continue to laugh hysterically until the cheerfulness dies down a bit. They each lie back on the conveyor belt, looking up at the ceiling, wondering about things in their lives.
"So what do you think you'll do as Venom?" Mary Jane curiously asks. "Do you really think you can be happy as a supervillain forever?"
"I don't know," Brock admits. "I guess I never really thought about it. I could never see myself doing this pointless destruction in ten years. Maybe I thought I'd die in battle or something. But I have wanted more in life, at least some sort of normalcy."
"So why don't you just give it all up?"
