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“Such a bad angle.” You look at the newspaper spread out in front of you. The small table you sit at is only large enough to have the picture on display. The infamous Venom. Lethal Protector. Todays photo only captures his stature. That’s always a given with those bulging muscles of goop.
You prefer when you can see it’s face. You’re sure it knows when they take these photo’s. Those large white eyes squinted in a smirk, you’re sure, and large tongue hanging from its sharp toothed maw.
You’ll admit you’ve saved those prints. Just something about the creature, for lack of better terms, rubs you the right way. You wonder what you would do if you’d actually meet. Though you’re sure you’re not lucky enough to actually have that happen to you in this life time.
Sifting through the racks of clothing you can’t help but sigh in annoyance. If you had a proper paying job then you wouldn’t be here at a thrift store trying to find something that fits. At this point you’ve accepted that you will no longer be owning cute tops and proper fitting jeans. Sure if you had a a slimmer figure then it would be a bit easier, but as it is, you are a heavier set woman with curves that only sit comfortably in sweats. Over sized men’s shirts are your best friend with the large chest you carry.
You hear the front door jingle, letting staff know someone’s entered. You forgo looking to head into one of the small changing rooms to try on the small stack of clothing you’ve picked up. You’ve taking you’re sweats off when a noise captures your attention. Yelling. Rough voices yelling for someone to get down.
Your brows furrow as you crack open the flimsy door to try and see what’s happening. What you don’t expect is to come face to face with someone in a ski mask. You jerk back as a shotgun is shoved into your face.
“Get out here! Now!” You’re grabbed by your hair and yanked from the small room before being shoved into the small group of costumers huddled together for some form of comfort. A worker helps you up and tried to reassure you as the two masked gunmen begin demanding anything valuable from everyone in sight.
“Everything! Take it all out and put it in the fucking bag!” You keep your head down as everyone does what their told. But as a shotgun is placed to your temple your body begins to tremble in ernest.
“Come on! Give it up!”
“I-I don’t-“
“The fuck you say?!” You try to explain that you’re purse is still in the changing room you had been in. But as soon as you lift your head you feel the rough heel of a shoe to your face. You feel dizzy as you try to listen in on what he’s yelling at you. Your hand slowly comes up to try and wipe away the wetness you feel dripping down your nose and chin. You whimper at the realization that it’s your blood.
Only when you hear screaming do you finally look up to notice everyone scattering. The gunman who kicked you raises his shotgun and shots in some direction. He seems to get ready to shot again until something black whips towards him and seems to slam him back several feet. You don’t watch as the body flies into the distant wall and goes limp. What catches your attention is the large mass of black that takes over your vision.
You crane your neck to look up this mountain of mass before landing on large white splotches. It takes a moment for your brain to register what your looking at before a small smile forms on your lips. Your shoulders sag as your mind begins to fog.
“Thank you, Venom.”
Eddie Brock slips out of a deserted alley way to make his way towards the large crowd formed around the Clip and Save thrift store. He’s a reporter after all, so him being at the scene is no surprise as he looks around to the policemen and ambulances parked out front.
His eyes catch you as you’re sat on the steps of an ambulance. A woman dressed your broken nose and seems to talk to you about something as your eyes are half lid.
That morsel thanked us Eddie. Eddie hums as he watches you stand. You wobble a bit and smile to the paramedics before shaking your head slowly and make your way to a policemen to, what he assumes, is make a statement.
Ya. I was there V. Venom hums as he watches the plump woman begins to walk away. She moves her way through badgering reporters until she's clear past the crowd.
Let us follow her. Eddie Eddie doesn’t give a reply as he makes his way through the crowd to follow you a good distance away.
Are you interested in the female? Eddie slips his hands into his pockets as he watches you.
“Just wanna make sure she’s ok. She took a nasty hit to the face earlier. She might have a concussion.” You stop at the entrance to an alley to take a few deep breaths before turning in.
You can not tell me you are not also interested in the little human who thanked me so sweetly. Eddie admits he was taken aback when you said that. You had gone from shaken and ridged to relaxed as you looked at them. The usual reaction is screams. Maybe some cussing here and there but never really a thank you. Especially one that felt so whole hearted.
She lives in those cramped rooms. Eddie reels from his thoughts to watch you slip into the Langley High apartments. A well known dump for cheap prices and no privacy on account of thin walls. Studios, well, if you count storage unit as a studio he supposes.
“We’ll check on her later bud. We gotta meet up with Anne and Dan downtown.” Venom groans thinking about the doctor. Though with the thought of seeing Anne he’s quick to purr as Eddie continues down the street.