Figment || Peter Parker ✔

Chapter 5

Dylan

Her hands tightened around the steering wheel. Traffic lights blinded her eyes as they flickered.

Dylan.

The girl woke up, groggy, rubbing her eyes to hear his voice again.

I followed Adrian.

Her sleepy mind awoke more at the name. She glanced forward to see venom's formed face hovering above hers. His teeth were so long and sharp, they scared her deeply. And his eyes were only white, no pupils. She sucked in some air before speaking. "What happened?" She didn't know what was going on. What time it was or day. How long she'd been out. All she remembered was telling Venom no then nothing else.

I followed the men.

She blinked, feeling some of the events coming back to her.

You've been asleep for a day.

The poor girl's eyes widened at his statement. "What? A day? Why did-, why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

Humans need more rest.

She scoffed lightly, attempting to sit up.

Keep quiet, we incognito.

"What?" She groaned, holding her head. Yet the sounds of familiar chattering came into play when she turned her head to see the same white van from before through the brushes that covered them. They were selling once again. The high-tech weapons were being used or somewhat being tested out.

The man laughed after he blasted some of the trees that surrounded them, causing a blue cloud of smoke to float up into the air, the ground shook. "This sub-Ultron arm can really do some damage,"

Dylan's breath had hitched, thinking if they aimed that weapon towards where they were hiding. Venom had stopped hovering and sunk back into her body, talking to her head.

"Venom, do you think they can give us answers about my dad?" Dylan asked.

They will die if they don't.

"Okay, I'm not trying to kill anybody here, I just want answers,"

First answers then kill.

She sighs. "Feel like I'm talking to a child here," she mumbled, adjusting her position and crawling closer to hear them better, still staying behind the bush.

The dealing was taking place underneath a bridge at night so Dylan had to come up with a plan to approach them reasonably.

I see person.

Dylan frozen. "Who?"

On the bridge.

Trying not to make noise, Dylan pushed herself up to see the last person she wanted to see.

Spiderman was crawling on the bridge, peeping at the men as well.

"What's he doing here?" Dylan got pissed. And when the sudden sounds of a yodeling ringtone went off, her heart dropped, watching the men stop and pull out their guns.

"Okay, what the hell is that?" One man had asked, sternly, facing their customer.

The yodeling continued.

"Did you set us up?" One pointed the gun at the customer. He put his hands up. "Hey, hey, man,"

And Dylan thought, only did. She got up, popping out of the bushes, getting the men's and spider man's attention.