♙ ❝     i  . .   I’M SORRY   for not telling you   ---   how   could   i tell you.  i was dying and in the moment i felt that not telling you was easier.  but i guess i was just   SCARED.    ❞

              🕸   ❝      WHERE   were you when carol and all that were tryin’ to arrest me for something i didn’t even do yet huh   ??    why are you so surprised that it turned out this way,  i won’t   WARN   again,  pete   ---   MOVE   or i’ll   zap   you out of my way.       ❞

         Spider-Man, Venom whispers urgently, directing Harry’s attention upward just before the man in question swings around the corner and overhead. You want to meet him. Now is your chance.

Hesitating, Harry shoves his hands down deep in the pockets of the jacket the symbiote had made for him, watching the graceful acrobatics of the airborne hero as he travels to some unknown destination. It’s one thing to dream about it, to think about meeting the superhero and requesting a chance to work with him, or even just to train with him for a brief time. But it’s another thing entirely to actually be presented with that opportunity.

         You will lose him if you do not hurry, the creature warns.

Logically, Harry knows there will be other chances; that Spider-Man isn’t about to disappear forever after he leaves his immediate line of sight. But the warning still spurs him on, and not ten seconds later, he’s suited up and in pursuit of the hero.

To appear less threatening, the pair chooses not to follow directly behind, crossing the street and approaching from a diagonal. It takes a while to build up that speed and rhythm of movement that seems to comes so naturally to the other costumed man, but as he gets closer, Harry’s proud of himself for catching up. Never before would he have thought it would be possible.

He’s improving, and that fact is exhilarating.

“Hey! Can we talk?” Harry yells–Venom amplifying and disguising his voice–as he finally lands on the same rooftop. He stops to catch his breath, turning his head to look back over the distance they’d so rapidly crossed.

Venom seems to push him forward, but it doesn’t take much persuasion to get him moving again. Now that he’s here, in front him, he’s lost his nerves; the adrenaline of the chase has drowned out his hesitation.

 the  screen  flickers  in  front  of  jason  and  he  resists  the  urge  to  smack  it.  their  readings  have  been  wacky  all  night  and  it  has  jason  on  edge.  he  thinks  he's  playing  it  off  well,  joking  and  bantering  with  peter  like  he  usually  does.  but  it  does  have  him  restless,  chewing  on  his  lip  as  he  scans  the  readouts  on  the  thermal  screens  in  front  of  him.  alright,  looks  good  now.  no  flickering,  nothing  too  weird.  

❛  alright,  pete,  ❜  he  says,  flashing  the  other  man  a  grin.  ❛  lets  go  chat  up  some  ghosties,  yeah.  gotta  give  the  audience  something  to  watch.  ❜  theres  a  particular  lilt  to  his  voice,  one  he  knows  their  viewers  will  pick  up  on.  pick  up  on  and  run  with,  if  he  knows  them.  

            ♙   THE SPIDER   sighs as his gaze throws elsewhere,  lips pursing for barely a moment  before he speaks up.   ❝     i    really   need some good news,  pal   ---  PLEASE  tell me that you have  fun or something to distract with   ??  

any cool tech you’ve been able to   MAKE    or something    ---  ??      ❞   he’s almost  desperate  as he asks,  fingers running through hair before they find his mask again,  FUSSING  with it within his hands.

some meme about peter trying to stop him from leaving

 peter  is  warm  against  him.  that’s  the  only  thing  jason  can  think  as  peter  pins  him  against  the  wall.  he’s  warm  and  he  looks  desperate,  blue  eyes  staring  up  at  jason  with  a  fierceness  he  isn’t  used  to  from  the  smaller  man.  he’s  warm  and  solid  and  jason  finds  himself  not  wanting  to  leave.  he  wants  nothing  more  than  to  stay  here  with  peter,  to  bury  the  two  of  them  in  blankets  and  forget  anything  is  happening.