if you were there, beware.

@reshieldedintro​​

( riz ahmed. 39. he/him. cismale. ) are you a VIGILANTE? something tells me that wanting to do the right thing while constantly failing at doing it, feeling like you’re consistently toeing the line between safety and danger, being the embodiment of aftershocks after a storm. make you who you are, EDDIE BROCK. with the powers of the SYMBIOTE, you’re sure to have a adaptable, non committal personality — and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to TEAR YOU APART by SHE WANTS REVENGE on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next! 

Carl felt as if he was still in some sort of haze, not really having any sense of direction or where to go except the institute so he could hopefully stay there. In the meantime a drink couldn’t hurt right? Nobody knew who he was and he was far away from the place he used to call home, he was just a big question mark. Sauntering into the bar, he made his way around seeing someone sort of talking to themselves which brought a smile to his face, sort of reminded him of his little siblings talking to their imaginary friends. Although this was a grown adult…He didn’t think too much on it before sitting down next to them. “Hi, um you might wanna look at the glass before taking a sip of that beer, it doesn’t really look clean.”

location  :  outside  of  oscorp  tower  /  @reshieldedstart​ 

     did  she  sneak  into  empire  state  university’s  science  lab  earlier  in  the  morning  ?  yes.  is  she  now  standing  outside  of  oscorp  tower  judging  the  business  ?  also  yes.  pamela  is  in  her  much  more  mundane  disguise  as  she  shoves  a  couple  of  test  tubes  into  her  lab  coat.  she  pushes  the  glasses  up  the  bridge  of  her  nose  and  makes  an  unsatisfied  ‘  tsk,  tsk,  tsk  ‘  sound.  “  do  people  around  here  normally  glorify  technology  ?  ”  she  can’t  be  too  surprised.  it’s  new  york  city  after  all,  the  industrial  melting  pot  of  the  world.  still,  pamela  is  going  to  judge.  “  there’s  so  much  raw  power  in  the  world  being  neglected.  maybe  that’s  what’s  going  to  take  this  corporation  down.  all  of  them.  ”  

꙳       ⋆        ⌕.      (   𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.    )       @reshieldedstart​

              ❛❛   𝐲𝐨𝐮    𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲    𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭    𝐦𝐞    to    believe    a    story    like    that    ?    come    on ,    i    wasn’t    born    yesterday.    ❜❜

she can’t help but raise an eyebrow. he’s talking to himself. but you know what ? not the weirdest thing in the world ! her husband’s on a team with a man who flies around like a giant bat, the king of atlantis and an amazonian/greek demigod. having a co-worker who talks to himself is almost ‘ normal ‘ compared to that. and even lois finds herself talking to herself on more than one occasion. it happens to the best of them. ❝ i’ll just do with a soda or something. ❞ smiles and nods before having a seat across from him. ❝ nice to meet you too eddie. so what are you working on with the bugle ? ❞ 

             @reshieldedstart​   !

“    you’re  repeating  yourself.    ”    it’s  a  touch  brusque  on  the  delivery,    and  helena  winced  internally  when  she  heard  her  own  tone  of  indifference.    but,    she  doesn’t  like  wasting  time,    and  company  was  starting  to  talk  in  circles.    “    sorry,    force  of  habit.    continue.    ”

           HE’S  TRYING  HIS  BEST  to  mind  his  own  business  .  and  that  includes  the  man  sitting  adjacent  to  him  talking  to  himself  and  scribbling  on  a  piece  of  paper  .  maybe  this  guy  likes  to  think  out  loud  as  a  means  to  brainstorm  ?  oliver  sips  on  his  drink  .  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye  ,  spots  a  recorder  along  with  some  stray  papers  by  the  other  man’s  foot  .  for  a  moment  or  two  ,  he  debates  on  whether  or  not  to  interact  with  the  other  .  sighing  softly  ,  oliver  leans  over  ,  swiping  the  pages  and  recording  device  from  the  floor  .  “  hey  ,  i  think  you  dropped  these  .  ”  places  it  on  his  table  .  “  looks  important  .  you  a  journalist  for  the  bugle  or  the  times  or  something  ?  ”

“You ever think if people heard our conversations, they’d lock us up?” Not that Gar was really up to anything nefarious, but the thought of being watched freaked him out, “They’ve totally got tabs on us, dude.”

@brvcks​

@brvcks

for an aspiring reporter who worked at a news company, betty brant wasn’t doing half as much reporting as she would have liked. sometimes if she was lucky she would be able to tag along on an interview or write a short piece that would get buried at the end of the paper only to shut her up for a while but that wasn’t enough for her. she wanted more and no one was giving her a chance. so betty decided to take it into her own hands. “eddie brock? sorry to interrupt, sir, i know you’re probably busy. but if i may, i just have a few questions i’d like to ask.” 

     THIS  WHOLE  NEW  WORLD  THING  WAS  GOING  UNDER  harder  than  one  of  falcone’s  guys  with  a  brick  tied  around  his  ankle  in  the  gotham  river  .  harley  surveys  the  bright  city  lights  ,  the  air  that  somehow  seems  cleaner  and  decides  that  maybe  it  ain’t  all  too  bad  .  she’s  got  a  cute  apartment  ,  her  bat  made  the  trip  with  her  (  not  that  one  -  although  ,  she  swears  she’d  seen  the  scowling  cowl  lurking  about  )  and  she’s  …  adjusting  .  also  ,  panicking  a  bit  .  the  blonde  tugs  on  the  edge  of  one  of  her  pigtails  ,  waving  her  hand  to  catch  their  attention  .  “  hey  ,  you  !  “  she  calls  ,  jogging  over  before  they  can  make  a  run  for  it  .  “  have  ya  seen  a  cat  about  yay  high  ?  “  she  pauses  to  gesticulate  around  her  hip  .  “  i’ll  give  ya  a  hint  ,  she  has  a  lot  of  teeth  and  she  ain’t  very  friendly  so  i’d  appreciate  any  tips  .  “  @reshieldedstart​​

It was a classic silhouette, a habit perfected by years of practice: Peter at his desk, one eye to his police scanner, one ear to the window. He spent most of his days like this now, crouched, waiting, caught on the inhale, ready to spring. There was so little keeping him inside this window now; the Peter Parker part of his life had worn itself down to little more than a string of half-hearted job applications on his laptop and a cluster of empty, coffee-stained mugs. He barely bothered to shut his closet around his suit anymore–to be honest, he barely remembered to hang it up. It was a crumpled heap at the foot of his bed, hardly discarded before he’d just step back into it.

And–there it was: Escaped convict, some dozen blocks away. In the time between heartbeats, Peter was abandoning another half-empty coffee and Spider-Man was diving out the window.

He swung, finally exhaling. The adrenaline carried him further, higher, faster (maybe Captain Marvel was onto something with that one), and— there. Peter zeroed in on the fugitive first, and then the figure dropping out of the shadows after him. No, that wasn’t right. The movements, the actions, they were all too close, but warped. Wrong. Peter shivered. He landed on the street behind them, just as the shadowy man looked prepped to bash the perp’s brains out against a wall, and–shit. His spider sense was fast, but the guy was faster. Before Peter could dodge, he was slamming hard into brick, crumbling to the ground. 

“Damn, you not reading the news?” he hissed as he pulled himself to his feet, one hand curled towards his web trigger, the other rubbing the back of his head. He didn’t think it was bleeding, not yet. He healed up quick, but he wasn’t sure how much longer his body could take being batted around like New York City’s personal cat toy before it gave out entirely. He figured he had about sixty more wall collisions in him before he needed to find a physical therapist, or at least a really good heating pad. “It’s not exactly a secret these days, pal.”

eddie hadn’t been one to start fights in school, sure, he wasn’t the best student back then, but above all he actually enjoyed learning, it was just the troubles at home caused him to be in constant flight or fight mode, when venom had attached to him in that church not that far from here it had felt like all the years of repressed anger and resentment towards his dad and life had just started to circulate over again and now he was trying to figure out how to control the anger, the pain that he had felt and took it out on people who they thought deserved it. there were plenty of heroes here, they tried hard to do good everyday and eddie knew that he and venom were not the same. their need for revenge overpowered what they thought was right even if what they were doing was right, but the violence—and inherently animal instinct to continue on without backing down was frightening sometimes. 

who does he think he is stealing our convict? eddie almost rolls his eyes at that, they both were a bit territorial about... certain things, and this had been one of their first catches in a while considering the city was running rampant these days with superheroes. “kid, it’s dark as shit, i’m sorry for not recognizing new york city’s poster boy immediately.” and before he knows it out of pettiness he can feel venom reaching out his black webbing around the others throat. this time, eddie actually does roll his eyes. 

“I never want to be honest, but i’ll try for you.” Daken said, leaning forward in his chair. Daken was pretty sure he’s never been on an official date in his entire life, unless the few informal dinners he had with people counted. Sure there was times he got gussied up in his nicest clothes and had dinner with people, but those were mostly for surveillance, or espionage. Never a normal date, like he was on know. Too much of his life dedicated to revenge, or training, or training for revenge to take serious dating into question. He did honestly try to remember the last time.

“Believe it or not, probably… 6 years ago. Before that, probably longer. I don’t really date.” Daken said. It was a special skill, not lying, but also not fully telling the truth. What Johnny and him did, however not serious Daken tried to categorize it as in his mind, was dating. And before that, the only one he could remember was in the 60′s. But even though Eddie knew that Daken also had powers, the whole ‘increased lifespan’ thing was a different conversation entirely. “We live in a world with superpowers. How crazy is it really to believe in something like fate?” Daken responded with a sly smile. This casual intimacy, the hand on top of Eddie’s, was familiar ground. People tended to react positively to touch, no matter the situation. People craved a human connection, whether it ended up being physical or emotional. And Eddie seemed surprised just by Daken touching his hand. 

“So this isn’t your first rodeo? All the way to married? I feel like I asked the last invasive question, so it’s your turn.” Daken said, taking a sip of his drink with his hand that wasn’t currently occupied. He hated invasive questions, and hated people getting to know him in any way whatsoever, but he could pretend to be normal for one night. Then, the next morning, he could leave before Eddie woke up. Easy. Daken’s done it more times then he’d like to say, but it was easier that way. His entire thing with Johnny proved that Daken wasn’t cut out for this fairy-tale romance stuff, not in the slightest. Hopefully Eddie won’t take it too personally.

his answer gets a laugh out of him, raising his glass to take a drink. “well, if you are bullshitting me at least you’re good at it.” eddie says with a shrug, but if he were being honest, he could read people pretty well. it’s what had made him a good journalist once upon a time. he liked solving the puzzles that no one else dared to, and eddie often pushed himself into completion because he couldn’t stand the thought of starting something and not finishing it. but he also knows that daken has had years to perfect his poker face. either way? it didn’t matter all that much whether eddie was being honest with him. he had learned all too well that life was short for people like him, and he had nothing left to lose but be honest no matter who it hurt. 

“damn, six years.” he whistles, he’s smiling again. he couldn’t remember the last time he smiled this much. it might be the small bit of freedom of not having someone talking in your head, or it might be the fact that this was meant to be a normal thing, and sometimes he had missed normal while also feeling guilty about that fact because despite it all, venom was the better part of him. he wouldn’t say completed him, because that assumed that something had been lost. “me either. usually.” he shrugs, the last person had been anne, and he royally fucked that whole thing up. eddie hadn’t been a good husband, he knew that, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t still have love for her, she just couldn’t be around him anymore. “her name was anne, and she was great. it was just me.” 

he looks down, the smile fading, but he looks back up, “i don’t know—” he sighs, “i was just.” a nobody, he wants to say, “what happened between me and venom was a complete accident.” it was easier to let it be something as a freak accident, and venom needed a host. “i don’t really even have powers.” he shrugs, “i mean, if he leaves then i’m just back to who i was before.” there’s a small little thump in the back of his head, he laughs, “i know.” venom didn’t have to say anything but he had felt it anyway. it must have been strange to be on the other side of this, hearing a grown man talk to himself and the voice inside his head but there wasn’t much he could do about it. 

“oh, i see. one of those. i’ve heard a few stories over the years, though i’ve never personally been able to see one up close and personal.” which, frankly, had always been a bit of a disappointment. loki tended to be a rather curious individual, which often tended to amount into some sort of trouble every so often. not that she would ever admit to such a thing. that curiosity was piqued at this point in time, footsteps carrying her closer towards the two. "clearly you two are bonded for obvious reasons if you’ve managed to survive it. i’ve heard the stories enough to know not everyone can. do you two tend to bicker frequently like this?? i can’t be the first one to stumble into it. not that i’m complaining, you two are fun.”

   *     ⅋        —        @reshieldedstart​          ❪         open     starter  

           𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓  𝐀  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍,  rarely  showing  his  complexion  during  the  day  only  to  face  the  demons  at  night. it  almost  felt  hypocritical  for  him  to  be  sitting  here  ⸻  a  concoction  of  tea  and  whiskey  in  one  hand,  a  burning  cigarette  in  between  his  fingers,  and  his  newest  (  stolen  )  research  in  the  other.  everything  balanced  with  holy  dedication.  john  had  become  quickly  tired  of  this  new  world,  and  if  he  had  to  hear  about  that  goddamn  rogers  the  musical  one  more  time⸻  ❛  look,  love.  if  you’ve  got  an  answer  to  everyone’s  problems  or  something  strong  to  drink,  ❜  john  spoke  without  glancing  up,  ❛  kindly  bugger  off.  i’m  busy.  ❜

working at the bugle isn’t as bad as she first thought. sure, she would LOVE a better boss because she is going to go CRAZY if she has to listen to another one of jameson’s rants about how terrible spider-man is because he dares to use his powers to help out while wearing a mask ( although he doesn’t have much of a secret identity anymore ). but she likes her colleagues. lois hasn’t met all of them granted, so she’s here, coming here to meet another one. she’s been given a description of him so lois finds him easy enough. ❝ eddie brock ? hi i’m lois lane. i’m your co-worker at the bugle. ❞ she stretches her hand out for a handshake. ❝ figured i should get to know everyone who works there. ❞

matt cocked his head to the side. he recognized the voice, vaguely, though he couldn’t quite remember where he had heard it and what their relationship could ostensibly be. he had to be careful. matt’s paranoia had reached something of a tipping point over the past few years, and now, matt’s circle of trust extended to very, very few people, people he knew by their heartbeat alone. he took a slight step back, tilting his head the other way as he considered the offer. caffeine wasn’t a half-bad idea, though matt preferred to ingest his through the shitty, burnt-tasting coffee back at the office. 

“i generally don’t take pills from strangers,” he said, a smirk lifting at the corner of his lips as he tried to make sure his heart rate and general demeanor didn’t give away the adrenaline that pumped through his veins. he felt like putting his fist through a wall.