Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Thor paused as he stepped through the portal. “It's smaller than I remember. Have you have redecorated?”

Peter snorted, "Uh, this is just the receiving room." The second warehouse did eventually get a penthouse, but it was home to the ADAAM. Charles insisted that it was somewhere safe but still accessible, so Peter added a safe room. It was a bomb shelter, capable of withstanding attacks from his own blades, as well as Wolverines. He had been tempted to get Scott in, but he had just shaken his head and told him about the mountain. Scott was then banned from ever using his powers in the warehouse after that.

Peter let the portal close behind him before he swiped his hand over the column. As it powered down he placed a hand on it, “Uh, take a seat, I’ll let everyone know you're here.” Connecting to the controller, he wiped several locations from its memory. Charles had asked that if Avalon was ever abandoned he would remove its location.

Hey, Thors here, but, uh, yeah, Thors here. He told everyone in the warehouses.

That's not like you Peter. Is something wrong, Felicia asked him.

He's rude and abrasive. Was dismissive of Charles and almost arrogant in his attitude, so I have no idea. But yeah, going next door, if anyone wants to say hi we’re going to spar.

Have fun, I think MJ is busy at the moment though, Felicia replied. It was a workday, and everyone was out. 

I need a set of eyes on us though, you free?

Yeah, give me a moment though. Are you worried about something? Felicia asked.

Just a hunch. Stay out of sight and let me know when you’re in position.

Peter smiled at Thor and led him down to the second warehouse. Thor laughs, “This is more like it,” as he sees the sparring ring set up in the centre and the rack around it. “It is good to know you keep your training up. Leave the diplomacy to the small fries, eh?” He said as he slapped Peter on the back.

“Kinda have to, they always get me in trouble,” Peter admitted.

Thor laughed. “Come now, Peter. What do you want to know? I know this is more than just a friendly chat, and that you are distrustful of what is happening. I might not be kept in the loop, but even I know about Queen Shuri.” Thor admitted as Peter opened the door to the security tunnel.

Pausing for a second, Peter frowned, “So, you’ll just tell me?”

Thor laughed, “Oh, I didn't say that. You are worried this is an invasion, but it’s not. We have been here before Peter, or I wouldn’t appear in your history books. We simply want to make sure that Earth is protected against greater threats. Threats you cannot imagine, or defend against.”

“Like the Cybertornians?” While Thor frowned, he shrugged, “Or the Kree?”

Thor scowled, and narrowed his eyes, “Yes, like the Kree. I am curious though, as to how you know about them. I am sure Carol told you of her past, but without co-ordinates, they are unlikely to return.”

“Because we’re not all idiots Thor, and we know that pissed-off space Nazis dont like it when you bloody their noses. If you’re here and add that to what Carol said, there is a war going on right? And you want us to help?”

Thor laughed, “Oh Peter. If Asgard cannot contend with the Kree, I doubt a handful of superhumans will make a difference.”

It was Peter's turn to laugh, thinking about Cain or Selene fighting properly, “Yeah, I guess. But, to the spar. So, do we wager? I have some very nicely aged Gwen Special in stock, and I do remember you liked it.”

Thor rubbed his chin, “Yes, I do remember that. If I win, then you may ask me one of your more serious questions. But if I win, then I am to gain several barrels of your finest Gwen Special, and MJ must be my guide around New York.”

“Right,” Peter said giving Thor a side glance. “So, one-on-one, no powers and no summoning your hammer.”

Thor nodded, “Father said it was hampering my training. So I promise I will not summon it.” Thor looked over, and tensing, leapt straight over the ropes around the ring and onto the mats.

Peter grinned, while it was impressive to leap over twenty meters, it wasn't that useful in combat. Once you were in the air, you had no way of altering your course, unless you could fly. While he was sure Thor could, he needed his hammer to do so. Using acrobatics for dodging attacks was great, but a huge leap like that was only good for escaping.

“Oh, are you still calling yourself Venom?”

Peter shook his head, “Nope, Dusk now. Well, maybe. I dunno. It's still up for debate.”

Thor shrugged, “You should just name yourself what you like. I mean, I am Thor, God of Thunder. No need to hide, just grin and flex.”

Peter made his way over, and stretched, “Earth’s a little more complicated. I have family that can’t defend themselves. So anyone targeting me can target them.” he shook himself into a loose stance, “But let me guess, that will change?”

Thor shrugged and lifted his hands flexing his fingers. “I have no idea. Those with Godforce on Asgard are revered and the Xandarians don't really care. A criminal with powers is the same as one without. Lots of people carry blasters, and like your United States there are laws on using them in public.” He feigned a grab at Peter who rather than retreating, ducked into it. With Thor's arm acting as a nice lever, he grabbed it and tossed him over his shoulder.

“That's one,” Peter said as he danced away. “Gotten slow in your old age, Thor.”

Thor snorted and thumped the matt, “I'm barely over two thousand. Whereas you are what almost thirty? Isn't that middle age for a Midgardian?”

Peter laughed, “I'm immortal, maybe.” He sprang forward, going low for a leg sweep. When Thor jumped Peter spun and struck upwards, lifting Thor further up and flat onto his back as he fell. “And that's two. Maybe eating so much was bad for the diet”

Thor growled and thumped the mat once more. As he stood he huffed and circled his shoulders. “Just warming up. Don't want to bruise your ego too much do I?”

Peter laughed and took a martial arts stance. Holding one hand up he motioned with his fingers for Thor to attack.

Thor snorted and charged. He was much quicker on his feet than Peter expected. He barreled into him and lifted him up, slamming him down into the mat. “And that's one for-” but Peter drove his fists into Thor's temples. Wrapping his legs around Thor's middle, Peter arched his back and rolled. Lifting himself up he flipped into a handstand and tossed Thor across the ring.

As Thor lay on the mat Peter flipped up onto his feet. “No talking while fighting, and that's three.”

“I will give you one more before we get serious,” Thor answered before lifting himself up. “You are much better than I expected, but you are still no match for an Asgardian Peter, not even close.”

Peter shrugged. “I disagree.”

As he took another stance Thor laughed. “Why dont you prove it then,” Thor said.

Peter, he heard Liv speak, I would like to get him in for a physical, but blood would be just as good. Maybe smack him in the head a few times as well if it's the Mind Stone.

Peter hadn't considered the Mind Stone getting away from the Autobots. It would explain Thor's strange attitude if someone was controlling him.

I can try. If I push too far, he will crush me.

If that is Thor.

Yeah well, he hits like Thor.

And I'll be sure to get a group to kiss your booboos better later, now, blood samples if you please.

Peter lets out a slow breath and darts forward. Muscles tense as Thor blocks the first blow, but Peter leaps and kicks out at Thor. He grabs Peter's leg and swings him, and Peter goes sailing across the floor. He lands, rights himself and pushes off, ducking under a swing and connecting with an uppercut. As Thor staggers back, Peter moves forward again. He punches him once on the chin and then follows it with a blow to the side of the jaw.

Staggering back, Thor brings a hand to his lip and gently touched where Peter punched him. He scowls as his fingers are coated with fresh blood. “So be it. First blood is yours, but no more.” Thor doesn't realise that as he spits the blood from his mouth, it never reaches the floor.

Thor roars and charges, trying to lift Peter from the mat. He braces, taking a step back and lifts him, using his own momentum to throw him over his head. Peter spins and as Thor lies on the ground he lifts his foot and drives it into Thor's back before he can roll away.

Peter moves away and Thor slams a fist into the mat. “I underestimated you, Peter. I won't do it again.” Standing and tensing, Thor roars and Peter feels the tension in the air rise, like a pulse of static. The hairs on the back of his neck rise but worse he smells it, something he knows shouldn't be coming from Thor.

Thor slowly lets out a breath, and in a blur pounces on Peter, driving a fist into his gut, followed by an uppercut. Peter tenses and takes the first but the second clocks his jaw and sends him stumbling. As he falls backwards Thor sends a right into Peter's midsection followed by a left into his jaw.

As Peter stumbles back, Thor follows, and drives blow after blow into his midsection. As Peter staggers, he finishes it with a haymaker, sending Peter flying out of the ring and onto the concrete.

Thor laughs as Peter tries to stand but stumbles and slumps on his backside on the ground, shaking his head.

“I think that counts as at least three for me. That was more than just one good hit. You are lucky I was holding back,” Thor said with a grin. “As I said, you are no match for an Asgardian.”

Peter rubs his jaw and nods. Sliding his legs up, he stands. “Yup, I guess you're right. But, I did get a few hits in and using powers, it would be a fairer fight.”

Thor shrugs, “Maybe, but I was holding back as well.” Thor tilts his head to one side, “I am sorry Peter. I am receiving a message from our Asgardian forces. I must take this.”

Peter nods and moves to one side. There is no breakfast area but a small table and chairs for water and towels. As he watches Thor he can't understand what is being said, as Asgardian is all gibberish to him. It is now he wishes he still had the Mind Stone. With it, he could prove if this is Thor, but more grown up and serious, or just an imposter.

Thor animatedly holds his conversation. Wildly throwing his arms about as apparently, he argues with however it is.

“I am sorry Peter. I have to leave. You were right and not all of Earth is happy to see us. Please tell MJ I would be glad to reminisce about our time together, and maybe spend more with her if she is willing.”

Taking a drink from the bottle, Peter nods. “I’ll be sure to tell her.” and motioned, “doors over there,” he pointed at the exit.

“Farewell friend Peter. I am sure we’ll see each other again.”

Nodding Peter lifts the bottle in mock toast and watches as Thor leaves.

“So?” he says to the air.

“Yeah, that wasn't Thor. Even I can smell the formula in the air.” Huntress answers back as she shimmers into existence, “We’ve got a huge problem haven't we?”

Peter nods and moves over to the sink. “Yeah, whoever that was hits like a pussy. I mean, Gwen hits harder, and I was embarrassed having to fake those injuries.” He smirks as the marks on his face fade into normal skin, “Plus, there is that other issue. Thor doesn’t use formula.”

Sighing, Felicia can only nod. 

“Yup, better get everyone together. No one is allowed to say no.”

"While we wait, I'll take this to Liv. She'll want it fresh." Huntress holds out her hand with a small sphere of blood coated in a membrane of webbing.

Sending out a group message Peter hopes it can answer their questions.

Who was that? and what the hell is going on?