WE ARE VENOM

Tony snorted. “Whatever you say,” he said dryly. This Venom was very different from the Venom he’d met with Gwen. This Venom was…well, Tony could hang out with Gwen’s Venom, whereas he felt like this Venom was about to mug him while saying something unnecessarily mean about his mother. Which, granted, probably wasn’t particularly unusual for an alien symbiote, but still. He looked over at Eddie as the younger man spoke. “Have you guys tried an intergalactic couples counselor?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow to indicate that this was a sarcastic comment. Mostly. Tony shrugged. “I mean, they wouldn’t make a whole film series about that Alien if they weren’t a badass,” he pointed out. “The only person who could take them on was Ripley.” He watched with mild concern as Eddie took off for the bathroom. “Don’t heave on the floor, DUM-E will just have to clean it up,” he said. “He doesn’t like doing that.” He looked over as Venom crawled all over his coffee cup. “Hey, come on, I’m still drinking that,” he said, whining a little. “Get off.” He glanced up at Eddie. “What, is my lab bathroom not impressive enough for you?”

“WHATEVER YOURSELF.” Venom believed he retorted, the symbiote had been in this god awful mood since they touched back down on Earth, they belonged somewhere else and wipe the smug fucking snarl off Knull’s face. The host and Parasite drawn back to the older man speaking to the pair, polar opposing reactions to couple’s counselling, Eddie’s face twisted nauseated by traumatic thought - he hates counselling of any kind at the best of times - still, didn’t mean he didn’t feel bad. However, Venom practically rolled off Eddie’s shoulder laugh manically at the memory surfacing. “Yeah, nah. Didn’t end well for said counsellor.” Eddie said, troubled. From the excessive fidgeting over the tissue, fixing it down to his nose to crinkling his nose up met with hisses from the host. “WE HAVE MRS. CHEN... AND YOU, NOW.” The thick tongue that look humorously large on the smaller blob, Venom was going for at the moment. “He won’t eat your head, I swear.” He said, abruptly before words ad time to settle. “Ripley was my first crush,” Eddie chuckled, leaving out that his father actual thought he was half normal. “RIP-LEE, NEVER MET US. OUR BADASSERY IS FAR MORE SUPERIOR, MINE NOT EDDIE’S. HE’S MY LOSER.” The symbiote looked troubled from Eddie ducking off to the toilet without him, dare did he lost without his host body. 

Muffled ahas from Eddie on his way to the bathroom, thumb in the air that was squeezing down the ridge of his nose. The tangling unsetting mass string itself to be lighter to not deter the balance of Stark’s hand on the mug, sat there playing chicken with him, almost and getting a right old kick out of it. “YOU’VE PUT WORSE THINGS IN YOUR MOUTH.” Venom fired back on the lip of the mug furtherest from Tony’s being. “YOUR SUIT WOULD RUN ON ME...” The symbiote trying to sell itself to Stark, entertaining itself. Ignoring the whine to get off. “KINKY AS IT SOUNDS, YOU’D BE POWERFUL FORCE. NOT A MAN IN A TIN CAN.” The alien continued on, not clear that the alien is pulling Stark’s leg until it snickers in hisses at him. Eddie watching it all unfold, confused but scurrying over like that of a mother goose to scold its gosling for running off. Hands cupping around the symbiote blob careful, not touching the cup. “I swear, he’s just being a dick because he can.” He grumbled, looking down at white eyes that mirrored that of a sad puppy dog, that they’d talk about it later. “A bathroom is a bathroom, Tony. No matter if it looks like something out of Star Wars.” Eddie said, blasé. “Sure, some influencer or Parker’s wet dream it is everything. But you still take a shit in it.” He shrugged, moving around the older man, taking the mug out of Tony’s hands as he does. Soft muttering not for Stark’s ears about Venom behaving and the hissing in return. “You want a new one, yeah?” 

        “I was sleeping, you idiot.” Rocket replied, voice groggy as he tried to break out of his sleepiness. He hadn’t gotten much sleep since they ended up on the planet, spending all of his time trying to fix the ship so they could leave. “How did you even get on the ship?” It wasn’t a question he would have asked if he was more awake. It should have been obvious since Eddie had travelled with him before. He knew how to get on and off the ship, unlike the rest of the humans who lived in the city. “You already woke me up. You might as well help. What do you know about Quarnyx batteries?”

“Yeah, well, I’m lacking a veterinarian degree to tell death from sleep, dude.” He snipped, always so used to have to be on the defence with everyone he encounters. “DON’T LISTEN TO THE LOSER HERE, FUR-BALL.” Venom sprouted out from his shoulder blade in a whoosh of rushing shadow liquid though it had taken form it was forever moving, unstable looking. “Sorry, Rocket, I didn’t mean it... been a tough week but seems y’all have it tougher, crashing into Terra of all planets out there.” He grumbled, sincere. Eddie usually disrespectful to anyone really, however he like Rocket and felt bad for snipping. “I used the front door, actually is it even called a front door on a ship or something else entirely?” Showing that he really know jack shit on space ship repairs 101. “Brought breakfast as well for ya.” Throwing a thumb over to the brown paper bag of a muffin with a large coffee takeaway coffee cup with it and bottle of OJ not sure which Rocket would prefer. But that stumped face appeared on his face, the sheer amount of blinking that followed trying to rake his brain on the word. “Out of all that I got batteries.” Giving him, smile of apologises on his part. “But if you show me and tell me, I tend to pick up things quick or do you have a instruction manual for dummies?” 

Erik found the whole city crazed if he was honest but he found his home with Charles and their school so he’d stay as long as the others would have him. He was glad for the coffee in his hand as she slept and felt the effects of the forced sleep on him but he knew that was lingering for a while given how long he’d been sleeping. “Do you like this city? And the jester likes people as you called them?” he mused sipping his coffee letting it warm him up and attempting to counter the effects on his mind. “Oh is that what we are talking about well you’ve come to the right person, I’ve had that crown for a while as my past keeps being held against me.” He mused looking at him chuckling “Do they suck or have they just not bothered to see the changes one has made since their initial mistake.”

Sky mirroring hues drifted from the man next to on the park bench, over the architecture wasteland of a shambles of a park they happened to be sitting in it was near the looney bin, why so close he’s half-expecting Cletus will pop out of there to do a jump-scare at him (at least they wouldn’t be alone). Rolling a shrug out of his cramping shoulder, hands interlaced with one another. However, one of them was oil slicked, claws sharp enough to cut through bone, metal and it was stuck to the flesh on the back of his normal hand as if comforting. “Better then New York, better then San Francisco and Klyntar...” He shivered at the thought of his destiny on that shit whole. “You don’t think so, I have seen more clowns in this city then any circus I wasn’t allowed to go to.” He chuckled, easing into the conversation more. Leaning in the corner of the bench more, twisting his body to face the old guy more direct on. “Yeah, I jump from topic to topics like that of a flea on a dog. Have I now? I bet I can possibly steal that crown from you and if it wasn’t metaphoric I’d then pawn it for cash.” Honestly, sharing with the strange who did look familiar like from an old lecture piece. “What’s your past?” He wondered out loud, old habit of being a journalist. “No, I’m sticking to people in general just fucking suck."

Harry could feel the headache coming on of course he’d have to run into the cafe that current Eddie Brock was having a fucking meltdown at. The male was beyond crazy and he never understood his less the subtle obsession with his best friend but they certainly never hit it off given his rich status and the other’s old profession.  “Oh joy, you’re still taking quotes because I’ve got one for you, Brock, though it might be too much for your readers. Oh, wait I forgot you are unemployed aren’t you? Poor thing” he mocked before rolling his eyes at the disembodied venom voice finding himself not even surprised before moving to dust some imaginary dust off his shirt. “You’re done being a little brat? Go get your chocolate fix elsewhere so I can get coffee, Eddie. But if you feel showy why don’t you do that little freak thing again and I’ll put it on my Instagram”  

Half expecting Peter to come crawling of Harry’s arse with how close they happen to be, Eddie’s here for it, you do you. And if he thought about it long enough they were prefect for one another as in Eddie’s eyes they’re both shit (not in good way) but he didn’t even give it a second thought because he didn’t give a shit for either of them... maybe felt sorry for MJ for having to deal with the pair of them and Gwen - he liked her. Manic wheeze from the laughter erupting in his lungs instead of pass his lips, trying to contain his anger that was now mixing with pity for this rich boy. “Ha, funny. While we’re on the topic of hypothetical digs, Hazza. What is more believable a masked vigilante killed daddy-dearest or some impatient rich kid got tired of waiting for daddy to kick the bucket? You know there are so many Redditers, 4chan threads are string together this ideal you did it.” He smirked, no remorse. “We’re in the age people have solved cases through that of a computer screen,” Eddie leant in to him as if telling him a secret before giving him a hefty push-off, smoothly standing upright. “I mean at least I know I am a loser. You still don’t even know who you are seeing as you keep resorting to using your wealth as personality trait, surrounding yourself with yes people. Pathetic.” He coldly shot at him, returning to his height, loving the fact he’s taller then Harry. “Nope, I have nothing but time on my hands - you however have somewhere to be, no? So, I think I might just bug you.” The blond hated Peter, yes but he truly disliked Harry. Yet in the same he felt this strange sympathy for him. But that’s when Eddie lost his head, leaning forwards with his arms covers his ribs, laughing harder then one should about being cancelled. “You’re so fucking pathetic. Still finding behind that of others - this time your followers - have you ever wiped your own arse before?” 

Tony blinked at Venom as the creature hissed at him, his eyebrows lifting. “Well, that’s a little harsh, huh?” He leaned back against his chair, taking a sip of his coffee. There was a coffee maker in several different rooms on this floor alone – his workshop, his room, obviously the kitchen, so there was fresh coffee available in most of the places he spent his time. He had been about to offer Eddie a cup before all of this started, and now he was wondering idly if Venom could have coffee. And what would happen if he did. “The alien from Alien? The one with the–?” He stuck out his tongue. “Little alien tongue?” 

Ring cluttered fingers and his bare thumb placed firmer pressure on the ridge of his nose in hopes to clot the blood, head still facing that of the ceiling of the workshop ─ mind ponder how many panels where there if he hadn’t shot to look sideways at Tony and where Venom had taken form of a thin blob on his shoulder, small tentacles crossing over one another to represent that of cross arms. “HE DESERVED IT.” That rushing water voice spoke, matter of factually towards the pair of them. “That was a mere love tap from Vee.” His nasally voice from pinching the ridge of his nose, meek smile slithering on his lips. That was a fact, sadly ever since they have met Knull ─ the God of Symbiotes, their relationship has been strained, whether that’s got to do with Eddie not allowing Venom to try to take the title for himself or well, that’s it really. Besides the forgotten insult on Eddie’s side of things about Alien wiping the floor with Venom. “YES, THAT ONE ─ BOBBLE HEAD!” The parasite agreeing to bring Tony more into the fold of the conversation. Eddie snickered which he quickly regretted from the back flow of blood and mucus fill his mouth, his free hand flung up to excuse himself to the bath. Venom slipping off of Eddie’s being, momentarily pacing on the length of the couch, heading towards the armrest to be closer to a living being. “PUNY TONGUE, SIZE ALWAYS COUNTS.” The free forming parasite joke, snicking at its own joke. “WE’VE NEVER HAD FUN BEFORE HAVE WE, STARK?” The symbiote toyed with the mechanic. And as it spoke, big white emotionless eyes locking on Tony, thin tentacle forming the distance between them, dancing around the urge to touch Tony’s flesh, sticking and unsticking itself on the cup. 

Eddie emerging from the bathroom, clean hands seeing as he left his cheap metal rings on the sink and using the wet cloth to wipe away any dry blood he missed. “I’m feeling like I should be saying wow in that unimpressed way Owen Wilson does.”