John blinked, then cracked a grin, just before the large beast took off.
"Count on it, Venom," he said softly, mostly to himself. When the creature was gone and the webbing fell back, bouncing slightly in the breeze, he braced himself and gave a powerful leap, snagging the end of the web and landing again, his descent needlessly slowed by the elastic pull.
The webbing was sticky, and it took more strength than he'd expected to break off the end. But as he marveled at what he'd retrieved, he outright chuckled, looking back up to where the being had disappeared.
"Count on it."
And a second later, he was gone as well. He'd continue pushing himself to get home, and clean up. After all, the night was young, and as much as he wished to it wouldn't do to spend it in the results of their shared bloodbath.