Venom // Natasha Romanoff

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"Not Ross and Rachel, that shit was toxic."
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Before moving in with Wade, Nova didn't realise how much he was doing to find Francis, the man who'd turned his body into a discount avocado. So, while he was running around in his fabric suit, Nova was making the leather one at home.

Wade came through the door and went straight to his board of targets, stabbing a screwdriver in one of the photos.

"He made me ask twice." Wade grumbled, pulling off his mask. "Is the mask muffling my voice?"

"Don't worry about that, sugar tits." Nova muttered, a needle between her teeth as she finished something off.

Placing everything down, Nova held the suit in front of her, checking over it. There weren't any marks or holes in so she handed it to Wade who grinned.

"I'm gonna put it on!" Wade squealed, skipping out of the room.

"And Sam thinks I'm bad." Nova murmured with a smile.

Wade came barreling back into the room, the suit now on and it fit perfectly. He started to twirl for Nova and she gave him a wolf whistle while he feigned blushing under the mask.

"Stop, you're too kind." Wade cooed in a high pitched voice.

"So, who's next?" Nova asked, sitting on the table as Wade looked over his mind map of enemies.

"This guy." Wade stated, leaving the room. "Wait, what's for dinner!?"

"Burritos!" Nova shouted and she could hear Wade let out a cheer before the slammed closed, signalling his leave.

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About a week later, Wade came into their home while Nova was playing catch with Venom and an orange. He seemed a lot cheerier than some other days as he went to his mind map of enemies.

"Thank you, Agent Smith." Wade said, satisfied.

"D'you know where he is?" Nova asked, going into the room, throwing the orange at the back of Wade's head.

"Finally." Wade answered before gasping and picking up Nova, the woman just standing in his arms, confused. "You should come with me!"

"I've gotta keep hidden, Wade." Nova sighed, grunting when Wade started to bounce her up and down.

"Please, please, please!" Wade begged. "I'll buy you chocolate!"

"Okay. What did he do to you to make your skin go all funny?" Nova questioned as Wade finally stopped bouncing her but for some reason was still holding her in the air.

"He locked in a tank and cut off most of my airflow for a week. As well as electrocution, dipping me in oil, ice baths for days, serums and being punched!" Wade listed, somehow still smiling under his mask. "It was like some really fucked up BDSM."

"Wade, put me down." Nova stated and Wade listened and then Nova stormed form the room.

"Where are you going!? I thought we were gonna play twister!" Wade shouted after her.

Nova didn't reply but she came back into the room with a black duffel bag. Wade leaned over her, gasping in happiness when she opened it revealing many guns and knives. Nova grabbed a her favourite handgun, filling it with ammo and pulling back the safety before shooting the picture of Francis.

"If you weren't in love with Black Widow and me in love with a super hot stripper, we'd make such an awesome couple." Wade grinned excitedly.

"Oh, my God. We totally would!" Nova agreed, placing the handgun back.

"Who would we be?" Wade asked, their previous conversation seemingly gone form their minds.

"I don't know. Not Ross and Rachel, that shit was toxic." Nova shook her head and Wade pointed at her.

"That's what I'm saying! He was a dick, she should have ended up with Joey." Wade nodded. "Oh, I've got it! Phoebe and Mike!"

"How anyone passed by them being the perfect couple is beyond me." Nova agreed. "Anyway, remembering our first priority, when are we going after Francis?"

"It's too late now so tomorrow?" Wade asked, pulling his mask off.

"Agreed." Nova hummed. "Make sure to remember the ammo bag and shit."

"So much responsibility." Wade gasped, placing a hand on his chest.

"Night, sugar tits." Nova smiled, leaving the room.

"Wet dreams, sweet cheeks!" Wade shouted back and Nova chuckled.

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