Peter crawled up over a ledge, sliding up on to the rooftop. He hated to leave Megan behind, but there was something in the air lately that had been bothering him. Lately he had seen webbing hanging around in the darker areas of the city that didn't belong to him. That webbing was a greenish purple depending on what light you saw it in. Telltale signs, they were, of a dangerous entity. Venom seemed to be in the City.
There had been no trace of the man at work, but of course Peter hadn't exactly been looking. But he would be more aware now. Eddie Brock was clever, he was cunning and he was cold-hearted. That, and he hated Peter Parker more than anything else in the world.
Standing up, Peter surveyed the City beneath the eyes of the mask he wore. The red and blue of his suit clashed against the dwindling sun. A glimmer of metal caught his attention and the webslinger was smiling in spite of himself.
He shot webbing out, swung from the edge of the building and landed squarely next to the inventor, "Stark! Admiring the scenery?"