venom

@nctparasites

mj knew for a fact that she wouldn’t last more than a few days on this island if she didn’t find something to occupy her time that wasn’t just lazing around her place, and grabbing lunch with her friends. it’s not like she didn’t love that idea, she absolutely did, but she also knew just sitting idly by would drive her up a wall. so after doing some digging she found out that eddie brock, or maybe he preferred venom now, was trying to organize a paper and she decided to jump at the chance to work with one of her heroes. 

she’d briefly met venom, and eddie and figured that because he didn’t try to bite her head off that meant they could be friends, or at least that’s what she hoped. she probably should have thought it through a bit more before getting all the way to his front door. instead of second guessing herself like she probably should have she knocked. “… uh, hello my name is mary jane watson. i found out you wanted to figure out a way to run a paper, and i would like to help in anyway i can mr. brock — uh, venom, sir?”

eddie was going off a whim here – he’d never run his own paper, just been fired twice. yet, there was so much he didn’t know about genosha and had to figure that many of the new occupants felt the same. there was no way to educate the public than dig in and write about it, there were questionable aspects – how did an accused terrorist get his own island? why were they all stuck here? and why did the island outside the city’s borders seem ready to kill them all? he knew asking too many questions could be dangerous, but that was how he operated best.

his attention fell to the familiar girl at the door and he remembered her – or remembered seeing her though venom’s eyes. the fact that she showed up was a surprise in itself, if he had an option in it – he wouldn’t have chosen to see venom twice. he offered a half smile as she got directly to the point. “yeah – something like that. you can call me eddie. venom’s the uh.. he’s always around but we aren’t the same.” it’s a weird concept to explain, but he was under the impression she wasn’t bothered by oddities. “you have a lot of writing experience, mary jane watson?” he wasn’t really going to interview her. he didn’t even really know what he was doing yet. “i don’t think this is going to be a high paid position, you know. or paid at all. i’m not sure how money is going to work here.”

@nctparasites

WHO ARE YOU?

i am one of 28 young ballerinas with the bolshoi. training is hard, but the glory of the soviet culture, and the warmth of my parents… my… parents… makes up for….

no… that’s not right…

i am one of 28 black widow agents with the red room. training is hard, but the glory of the soviet supremacy, and the warmth of my parents…. all my parents…. makes up for…

SLAP.                                                                SLAP.

She stumbled.                                                  She stumbled.

“Fear does not become you.”                          “You are afraid!

“I’m not afraid.”                                                “I’m not afraid.” “You are weak.”                                                “You are weak.” “I’m not weak.”                                                 “I’m not weak.” “Then prove it.”                                                 “I don’t believe you.”

                                         SLAP.                                          She stayed steady.

“who are you?”

“меня зовут наталья алиановна романова. я балерина в Большом.” “говори по-англиский.” “я только говорю по-русский.” “что ты знаешь о черной вдовы?” “я не знаю ничего. я только балерина.”

she was a child. barely older than ten. she was so small she almost disappeared in the chair they were strapping her in. they would hook her up to the wires, next – one at each temple, each wrist, each ankle. their lie detector would come next. she’d have to fool it. if she didn’t…

natasha turned away, squeezed her eyes shut – it’s just a memory, it’s just a memory, it’s over – but when she opened them she was somewhere else entirely. she was surrounded by snow, and slowly the cold seeped through her clothes and into her skin. she wrapped her arms around herself but when she did she discovered a gun – a handgun, small and black and stark against the white. that’s when she recognized this place. “siberia,” she whispered, and she knew why she remembered it.

“DO IT, NATALIA. DO IT. DO IT!”

she spun, gun raised, breathing hard – and she was no longer alone. leo novokov was there, that twisted grin on his face, long, greasy hair hanging in front of his eyes, and she hated him so fucking much –

and next to him was a face that natasha romanoff could never forget. marina marikova was only a child. she’d been natasha’s best friend, her only friend, and she’s been dead for years. it wasn’t possible. 

“KILL HER, NATALIA. SHOOT HER.”

her hand that held the gun began to shake and she remembered what it was like to be fourteen in siberia with a madman and another one of the 28 young ballerinas with the bolshoi…

he felt as though he’d been walking days, aimless and alone. no venom, no anne, no work – nothing. venom was gone and he gave up everything else for a job that he couldn’t make it in. he screwed it all up and he was a loser. again. the silence of his mind was possibly the worst, for as much as he argued with venom, he’d grown accustomed to his presence, and admittedly happy for the company that made him feel as though he could be important. but no, he was just another jobless failure with no real plan in life.

eddie didn’t know when it’d suddenly begun to grow so cold. hadn’t he been in new york not that long ago? well, he wasn’t anymore. old worn boots crunched against fresh snow and he tugged his old hoodie against him, though it provided little relief.

that was when he came across a scene that he couldn’t possibly understand but there was a gun and instinct itched at him – like the one that told him to run up and punch that guy in the face. what a time to not have the people-eating alien monster. venom would know exactly what to do, and wouldn’t let him die from a few bullets. but venom wasn’t here, and he was just... eddie. and eddie ––

“hey – hey.. uh, sorry to break this up.” eddie was an idiot. an idiot that was going to get shot. “sorry, i won’t be long, i was just wondering if any of you could point me to the nearest taco bell?”

well, if he was going to die, he’d die maybe saving someone. he stepped forward, directly into the middle of this whole ordeal. “i could really just go for a crunchwrap, you know? i think i got a little turned around between the first mountain of snow and the tenth, i don’t know. this place is really confusing.”

with ellie safe in genosha, wade was relieved to have a moment to himself to cool down. gather himself and his bearings before he went off on what he knew to be an inevitable killing spree. those people deserved it. that was the difference this time. it wasn’t him losing it. they’d killed innocent kids, and for that, they’d pay. wade didn’t want to even begin to imagine what the parents of those kids felt like. no – if he thought that way, he knew he’d spiral into a hole that would be difficult to climb back out of.

the merc walks into sister margaret’s and greets various other mercenaries. things are… normal. not happy-go-lucky, of course, but normal bar chatter. people playing pool in one corner. one guy’s throwing back shots like the world’s about to end tomorrow. brings a smile to wade’s face as he chuckles and takes a seat next to a stranger at the bar, taking his mask off and shoving it in one of his pouches. “hey, weasel. i’ll get the usual and ah… send a blowjob over to randall. tell him it’s from gary.” he says, flashing the bartender a smile, who in response just sighs and does what wade asked. at this point, wade knows weasel doesn’t bother asking why he keeps asking for these to be made. wade knows it’s a disgusting drink. he just likes to spice things up from time to time.

as the man next to him speaks, he looks over at him and realizes he’s not entirely a stranger at all. it’s the dude with the weird alien who liked to eat people. who had saved his daughter. “oh, hey, dude. haven’t seen you around here before. your first time? welcome to sister margaret’s. is your cool friend with you? oh, and, if you wait just a few minutes, we can probably watch a bar fight.” he grins over at eddie.

Eddie’s attention focused down at the bottle of beer he had in front of him, the world was a shit show and he couldn’t think of damn thing to do other than get a drink. He could write a story, expose the hate groups but then he was confronted with a concerning notion – did anyone care? People could claim responsibility for the attacks that occurred and no one was jumping for justice, not real justice anyway. He also couldn’t let Venom at every asshole he ran across, though that was tempting too. Eventually, that tactic would draw too much attention and put them bother in danger.

He let out a low chuckle as he heard the other man’s order, bringing his beer to his lips to cover it up. That was at least one way to keep things interesting. He offered a small nod. “Yeah, it came, uh – recommended from this guy I was interviewing.” Which was mostly true, Eddie had a habit of meeting some odd company while he was working and if he made friends, sometimes he ended up in a place like this.

“He’s always with me.” He admitted, two fingers tapping gently on his temple, a reminder that Venom was in him mind, a constant commentary. “He also doesn’t know when to shut up.” Eddie shrugged and turned his attention slightly to where Wade had sent the explicitly named shot. “Just another day for you, I’m guessing?”

his senses normally would have alerted him to a fight. but they didn’t. not this time. that was why he didn’t pop in to intervene – he hadn’t even noticed it with how fast he’d been swinging. thwip, release. thwip, release. observing his surroundings as he swung between buildings, while also listening to see if he could catch wind of a crime in progress. step in before things got out of hand – before the criminal, or criminals, could get away. before someone could get hurt. that was the job of the friendly neighborhood spider-man.

he had no idea he was being followed. his senses should’ve alerted him a long time ago, but they WEREN’T WORKING. not on this… person. the only reason he even noticed that something was wrong was when he briefly glanced down and saw terrified looks of people on the streets of new york, looking up at him and pointing behind him.

what the hell? he thinks to himself as he makes a sharp turn and lands on a roof top. as he spots the figure that had been following him, his eyes widen and he takes a few steps back. the figure loomed over him, being significantly taller than he was, and he could feel chills run through his entire body.

“wha– why are you following me?! who are you??” he asked, trying to mask his ever so slightly frightened tone as he took a defensive stance, but didn’t attack. not yet. “look – i don’t want to hurt you. but you can’t just follow people like that man, it’s kinda weird,” his eyes narrowed. “what do you want?”

Somewhere deep underneath the alien goop and mess that was Venom, Eddie let out a long exasperated groan, palm to face at the actions the symbiote was taking. This wasn’t okay. He knew that. He protested at every movement, and only found some relief when the other provided the notion that he wasn’t out to hurt the young superhero. Why Venom had taken such an interest in him, Eddie didn’t know, but for now he was just along for the ride.

As Spider-Man landed on a nearby rooftop, Venom followed and Eddie couldn’t help but be relieved that at the very least, they weren’t swinging around anymore. He was getting nauseous and was almost positive they’d terrified every person below them. Venom didn’t seem nearly as concerned over it as he approached, standing tall and head tilting to the side in apparent curiosity.

“We are Venom.” A deep, almost rough voice proclaimed as he leaned forward, not taking much notice the the defensive position Spider-Man was in. “We are not here to hurt you, unless we have to.” He forewarned, a small gruff escaping him as he seemed to confirm what Eddie warned, that following him would be frowned up. Oh well.

“Eddie says –”

‘Why are you bringing me into this? This was all your brilliant idea, man.’

“ –– Eddie says you are spider child. They –” His hand reached out, gesturing to the citizens below that he’d been terrifying just moments earlier with his antics. “They think you’re good, a hero.” ‘Most anyway, kind of a touchy subject these days, buddy.’ “Eddie wants us to good too. I will follow you.”

when mj woke up this morning you could have told her the scene unfolding before her very eyes and she probably would have told you to go fuck yourself. it wasn’t a secret that mj was a pretty big fan, journalistic of course, of eddie brock. it was even safe to say that she wanted to become him one day, the things she’s seen him uncover and expose was incredible… but right now the thing she’s seen him become is kind of insane. once she got her bearings and steeled her nerve enough not to scream or throw up in terror she pulled out her phone, hit record and held it with shaking hands as she watched this… thing that was inside eddie tear these people’s heads from their shoulders. 

that wasn’t to say they didn’t deserve it, but it was still absolutely unnerving. just when it seemed like the carnage was done, when it seemed like mj was going to get away scot free a voice came from the big black mass as it zeroed in on her coming closer. she didn’t move, and she didn’t scream, both of which seemed like wins if she was being honest, but her voice didn’t sound like her own. it sounded small and scared as finally figured out what to say. “I… No, god I… I would never I was just… Trying to figure out these guys were, I wanted to do a story… Then they had guns, then you showed up and I’m… No I’m not with them.” She rambled and stuttered her way through her reply and it didn’t feel like her speaking, but she certainly is glad she figured out how to speak. “My name’s Mary Jane.. Wha- I mean, who are you?” Her phone was still recording it just wasn’t pointed directly in this things face. She liked her limbs attached and she had a feeling shoving technology in it’s face wasn’t gonna help things.

Venom hovered over her for long passing moments, teeth just as threatening but unmoving – because he was waiting. He and Eddie had an agreement, after all. He would only eat the bad people, and for that assessment, he leaned towards Eddie. The human’s moral compass may be a little rusty, but he was sharp enough to make the judgement call most days. This girl didn’t deserve to be eaten, and Eddie made sure that was known. Venom shifted his gaze downward, white eyes falling on the phone that had been recording. Well, they couldn’t have that.

An oversized hand moved to the phone, grabbing it. ‘Don’t crush it, that shit’s expensive. If she’s trying to be a reporter, she doesn’t have money to spare like that.’ Eddie protested from inside as Venom looked back to the girl, she was introducing herself. It was.. nice, in a way. “We are Venom.” He declared, Eddie being part of that now. 

Venom, admittedly, didn’t know how to erase the video from the phone, and Eddie was feeling increasingly worse for scaring the hell out of this girl. With the phone still in hand, the symbiote began to shrink away, retreating back until only Eddie remained. “I get what you wanted to do here, I even respect it, but I can’t let you keep that video, it just makes a lot of trouble for me.” He explained, already moving to erase the footage. “Are you alright? I know it’s a lot, was for me too but Venom’s not going to eat you, alright?”

Eddie supposed, at the very least, that at least Venom was enjoying himself. They had followed a group of hostile protestors to a roof where they were trying to set up to watch for mutants or really anyone different than them, and likely shoot off the information to some accomplices on the ground. Well, if they were looking for someone different, they found him.

Venom took over, making quick work of the group – the symbiote not phased as they opened fire on him and while at first Eddie was trying to plead with his alien not to throw people off the roof, he soon allowed it to be a viable option. A large hand wrapped around the throat of the last remaining man, gripping tightly as he dangled him over the ledge and bared threatening teeth. Then he stopped, the sight of movement in the distance catching his attention.

‘V – what... what are we doing here, man – you can’t just keep holding this guy here.’

“What is that?” Venom asked, suddenly tossing the man he’d been threatening a moment ago behind him to land unconscious on the roof. His attention was focused on a web slinger in the distance.

‘Huh? That’s the, uh spider-kid... spider-boy? spider-guy?’ Eddie answered from inside their mind as Venom seemed focused on watching Spider-man sling from roof to roof. “I have an idea.” ‘Probably not a good one.’

Eddie was having a hell of a month, but Venom was happy. Probably because he’d gotten to eat more lately than he had his entire time on Earth thus far, with the incident at that compound and the violence breaking out all around. The majority of the time they’d spent in New York felt like chaos, somehow getting involved in one fight to another and truthfully, Eddie was relieved to be doing some normal work. He’d gone back to the remnants of the compound when the police left, took pictures and evidence of what he could in hopes it would be useful into proving what that group had really been up to.

Now, he sat at a bar, skimming through the pictures he’d gathered on his phone and examining anything that stood out. Taking a quick drink from a bottle of beer, he’d barely noticed when another entered the bar, but Venom did.

‘Eddie, it’s the one that said we could eat his arm.’

He nearly did a damn double take, not everyone offered limbs for a symbiote to feed on, after all. “What the fuck, man, I told you no, you don’t know where he’s had that thing.” Eddie mumbled in response, knowing full well that Venom didn’t really care about that but at least it sounded good. Noticing the other, Eddie still offered a half wave from where he sat. “Hey man.”

Thor was lost.

He had wandered aimlessly throughout the city, listless. He was not dressed for the cold, but it barely nipped at him. He was numb to it- numb to a lot, lately. 

What did one do when they had no purpose?

His purpose had been to build New Asgard, and that had been completed. Now what would he do?

Lost in his thoughts, he bumped into someone. How typical. “My apologies.” He inclined his head and made to walk past, but something about the other person made him pause.

Eddie swore he really did his damn hardest to stay out of things. He didn’t really go looking for trouble – well, sometimes he did if it were for a good story. Overall though, he didn’t ask for most of the situations he found himself in. Yet, Venom seemed to know how to find them regardless of what Eddie wanted. They had been dealing with some protestors earlier, tensions were high and he couldn’t turn away from breaking up some fights. Venom, though, was disappointed no one seemed to cross the line that would mean Eddie let him eat them.

A bag of frozen tater tots and chocolate were slung over his shoulder instead.

‘Their heads would have been better.’

“If we start eating every jackass out here, we’re going to get a lot more attention.” Eddie muttered to the voice of his symbiote lurking in his mind. He felt his shoulder bump into another, causing him to turn quickly incase it was the bad type of someone, but he recognized the Avenger and offered a nod. “No problem, man – probably my fault, sorry,”

‘Can we eat him instead? Meaty.’

Eddie had plans today. He had a story to write, people to interview – it apparently wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t in control now and truthfully Venom didn’t seem to give a damn about the plans Eddie had – they’d stumbled upon a unique situation, after all. The increase of attacks on powered individuals, the capturing of many mutant and enhanced people and children and the conditions they were kept in by a hate group – it’d become the inspiration of his investigation for his next article to write. He wanted to expose all of it, but it’d led them to a group of gun-totting jackasses aiming for the powered people now displaced from the most recent hits on the school and Avengers compound.

“ –– these guys are all yours, buddy.”

It was the last thing Eddie had spoken before letting Venom take over, knowing well what the symbiote would do. Truthfully, Eddie didn’t have compassion for any grown adult willing to fire shots at a child. Neither did Venom, but his standards weren’t particularly high to begin with. It was late and dark outside and all Eddie could do was hope they didn’t get too much attention as Venom ripped them apart, long pointed teeth used to remove a head from shoulders. In the end, Venom was left piling the bodies under a tree. Why – Eddie had no idea. Yet, large white eyes travelled to find another figure watching them, and as he approached her, tall and threatening, Eddie reminded him not to overreact. ‘You – are you with these men?’

Tony grinned as Eddie recognised him. “On the contrary, I’m great at being interviewed. And even better at not being interviewed when I don’t want to be. But hey, fair’s fair - want to do an interview now? Exclusive and all that? Only catch is that I get to ask questions about your gooey pal in return.”

His joking demeanour turned to one of concern when Eddie mentioned that his friendly parasitic companion ate his liver. “Wait, do you mean that? Literally? Because –” was that why Brock looked like hell? Or was that just an offshoot of the fight? “That can’t be healthy. Trust me, I’m not the best friends with my liver thanks to indulgences when I was young, and I do know that that’s not a good thing.”

Alien goop monster, huh, he thought, mentally noting that down. Alien made sense, though Tony really wanted to know just how Brock had managed to pick up an alien passenger.

“Seriously though – Eddie, can I call you Eddie? You look like you’re in some trouble here. Do you need any help?” He paused, then, almost casually, “You know, with the way people are reacting to mutants these days, I don’t think they’re going to stop long enough to ask if your goop monster is a mutation or not - they’d probably just start shooting first.”

FRIDAY’s results were streaming in now, giving him a bit more of a clue of what he was dealing with. Still more questions than answers, though, which meant that he definitely wasn’t going to move aside and let Eddie just walk out of the alley. 

“Though… I’m guessing that it’s more than capable of taking care of itself.” 

Eddie could feel his eyes already rolling as Tony began to speak as if he’s just had a couple pots of coffee, it was typical for him, and he knew that – but as a journalist it was a pain to try making note of everything he was saying. “Don’t tell your buddy Ross about my alien, and we got a deal.” He’d heard Tony had broken away from the accords, but he wanted to be safe.

'You made him think I’m killing you, Eddie.’

“Well if the shoe fits, buddy.” He murmured before looking back to Tony with a too casual shrug of his shoulders, letting that notion hang in the air a moment before clarifying. “He needs to eat certain shit to survive here and if I don’t let him eat someone else’s liver, and whatever else, he might take a bite out of mine from time to time and just heals it back up.” Eddie wasn’t really sure if that sounded any better, but it was what it was.

A sudden laughter bubbled up in his throat as he listened to Tony trying to wrap his head around the situation. He knew it was a fair reaction, a symbiote wasn’t something many people were aware existed and truthfully, there were days that Eddie still didn’t know what the hell was going on. Yet, the process of watching Tony Stark try to figure this out was worth the laugh.

“Yeah, shooting isn’t going to get them far.” Eddie confirmed with a nod. His hands shoved in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels, debating for a moment about how to get through this conversation.

‘We could eat him.’

It was easier to avoid the day than the night. In the nighttime he could stay amongst the shadows and keep his distance from those who desperately wanted to reach out to him. That was his old life. People, places .. none of it mattered. Perhaps it was his Catholic guilt rotting his inner core but Matthew couldn’t imagine continuing the life of Matthew Murdock. 

What was his purpose? He couldn’t do good. He couldn’t save those who cared about most in this world from death from the hands of others’ than what was the point? For years he had been struggling with keeping the Devil and Murdock separate and the one time he tried being both, he couldn’t handle it. He failed and it ended up losing the one person who understood both sides of him. 

Now he was sitting alone at a bar, questioning his existence over a beer. If Father allowed alcohol, he wouldn’t be here at all but he desired something that would make him feel something other than dread.  

At least alcohol didn’t consider his survival a miracle of God. 

After taking a long sip, he placed the bottle down on the wood counter, ignoring the fact that someone had just took a seat next to him, bar stool squeaking as the person sat down. Staring into the dark void, he focused on what he could hear, listening to the stranger order themselves a drink. 

“Not a bad choice,” he commented before regretting speaking. But maybe for tonight he could just be normal and have a conversation at the bar with a bottle in his hand. 

It would be fair to say that Eddie found himself in the bars of New York most nights, whichever one conveniently led back to his small loft-styled apartment that he’d swear broke enough codes that any other reasonable person wouldn’t live there. But the landlord didn’t ask questions and he didn’t need a whole lot, which is all that really mattered to him. It was just a place to sleep and work when he needed it. He slid into the bar stool, not paying much attention to his surroundings as his eyes focused on the small tv overhead, quietly projecting the news.

‘it smells like dead in here, Eddie.’

His eyes rolled, the voice of Venom nagging at his mind. “Yeah, yeah.” He muttered, not wanting to draw attention to himself. Raising his hand slightly to get the bartender’s attention when they seemed to have a minute, Eddie ordered his drink and leaned back in the seat with a heavy sigh. His attention turned as he heard the man next to him speak up and took a quick glance to him. “Thanks, man,” his voice was rough as he cleared his throat, “just enough to pass the time, y’know.” There was a small nod with his explanation, mostly for Eddie’s own sake than the other mans.

The words over the television caused his attention to turn once again, as people on the screen argued with vicious words over powered people and their rights as mutant hate groups were on the rise. People with abilities should be registered, watched over, didn’t belong among innocent humans – that was what they argued to various degrees and it made Eddie sick. “Fuckin’ shit –” he mumbled. “Any chances you think we can turn this crap?”

elektra finally understood. this man wasn’t crazy, he wasn’t talking to an imaginary figure. he was talking to whatever the hell this thing was. elektra had never seen anything like it before, there was nothing even remotely comparable. and that excited her. she stared up at the creature in awe, her mouth suddenly agape. it was a menacing image, with razor sharp teeth. but it was elektra’s version of a unicorn. she needed to know more. 

“ forget eddie ”   the assassin almost forgot to breathe, loosening her grip on her blade. she probably should have remained vigilant, considering she had just stabbed this thing’s friend, but she was to enthralled. and she could take a hit if necessary.   “ i want to talk about you ”   elektra dropped her knife, careless reaching for the giant. but she stopped before making contact and decided to try and alleviate some of the tension between them.  “ if i apologize to the cute one, can i buy you a drink ? ”

Her response to Venom was unusual, even the symbiote quickly picked that up. Somewhere inside, Eddie was protesting, saying that they should just take the opportunity now to leave because this chick had just stabbed him and there’s a dead body on the floor. Venom had his own ideas. Anyone that didn’t react in immediate fear caught his interest, besides that, he had no interest in backing away from a fight. He was still angry that Eddie had been hurt, despite the injury already being healed underneath.

As she moved closer, Venom towered over, a deep growl escaping his throat with sharp teeth opening just enough to threaten. “Maybe. You never touch Eddie again, or we will eat your arms, and your pancreas. Understood?” His voiced seem to echo as the monstrous frame leaned down at her, his mouth nearly the size of her head close enough to ensure she’d know the threat was real. “Now – apologize!” The command immediately followed by Venom retreating back until Eddie once again stood in place. The human counterpart stumbled back from Elektra after the sudden change, immediately patting over where the stab wound had been to verify that it was gone. “What the fucking shit, man.”

his reply struck a cord with elektra, constantly playing victim to phantom words. but the way he interacted with his friend was different from her auditory hallucinations. she never held a conversation with them and that made his behavior perturbing. if elektra was crazy, then this man was off his fucking rocker. she would’ve let him walk out the door and continue his conversation, but he just had to bombard her with questions. and that complicated things. if he was comfortable drawing conclusions at knife-point, there was no telling what he would do as a free man. elektra couldn’t let him walk away now, insane or not. 

she let out an exasperated sigh as his tangent ended, realizing now that she would have to dispose of two bodies before making her exit. “ i do — but you’re asking too many questions ” elektra started, one breath away from stabbing the poor man. “ and it’s a real shame because you’re actually pretty cute ” she pushed the knife into his chest, convincing herself that this was an easy kill. she wasn’t expecting any consequences and that made her generous. “ i’ll tell you one thing ” the assassin grinned before whispering into his ear  “my name’s elektra ”

He really should have known better than to question a woman holding him at knife point, but questioning was in his nature and Venom’s presence made him edge closer to the reckless side. Part of him could still blame his alien parasite for the situation, he figured, it was Venom’s idea to come this way anyway. “Thanks, I think I’m pretty cute t––” There it was, he’d tested his luck too far. He let out a quiet groan, hearing her whisper her name into his ear before he stumbled back.

“That –– that wasn’t a good idea.” It was the last thing he was able to say before Venom took over control, black alien tendrils taking over his body until the symbiote now towered over where he once stood. Regardless of how the two bickered, Venom was always there to heal Eddie when he needed it. There’s a loud, bellowing roar that escapes him, making his presence known – and somewhere inside Eddie’s warning him not to cause too much attention or they’d be in a different type of trouble. Instead, he stepped forward towards her. “You hurt Eddie.” He accused, simply but there’s a threat in his tone, unsure exactly of what he intended to do with her next.

“ excuse me ? ”   she leered in his direction, her brow quirking at sound of profanity. she wasn’t chuffed with his response, but elektra had to admit that it was pretty brazen for a man in his position. she threw the brandy aside, stalking towards him with subtle intrigue.   “ then who ? ”

she grabbed onto the man’s shoulders and spun him around, putting the front door in his line-of-sight. she kept a hand on his left shoulder, while the other pulled a knife and pressed it against his back. “ the door’s right there if you want to leave ”   elektra smiled, curious to see what he would do next. 

“My – uh,” symbiote? alien? parasite? no. “Just my friend, he’s in my ear.” Because that wasn’t any less confusing, but Eddie supposed it was a better answer than he gave the last person, who thought Venom was literally up his ass. He let out a sigh, his hands raising in surrender as Elektra came near him.

‘Put your hands down.’

“No, we’ve talked about this it’s the smart thing –”

His conversation with Venom was cut short, now facing the door with what he hoped was a knife to his back. “Yeah, definitely, maybe the block over is better, breaking and entering boulevard sounds more promising.” And Eddie really wanted to do that, and he wished he could blame Venom for his next movement, but it was all him. Eddie spun around towards her again, glancing down at the knife now held in front of him before back to her. “Before I go, I really just have a few questions, like who are you? Whose that dead guy? By the knives and intimidation, I’m guess you did the stab-stab, relationship gone wrong? Foreplay went too far? I mean, I’m sure you have your very reasonable reasons.”