venom; tfatws x reader

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YOUR POV

ONCE THING ONE AND THING TWO finally joined me on the jet, we were able to take off. Me and Venom are playing a game of rock paper scissors while Sam and Bucky sit on opposite sides of the jet and stare at each other.

"YOU CHEATED."

"What? How would I cheat at rock paper scissors dumbass?" I thrust my 'scissors' into his face, snickering at his growl before starting again.

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot." Letting out a cheer, I snip his paper with my scissors and stick my tongue out at him.

The symbiote grumbles, his little hand retreating back into my body after slapping my hand away. Now the jet is silent, nothing but the engine's white noise filling the room. My gaze jumps between the two men on either side, not sure who to approach or what to say. Thankfully, Torres beats me to it.

"One minute to drop off, Sam." He calls out over the roar of the engine, staring a little at me and venom before giving us a nod. I nod back, smiling before turning to Sam.

"So what's our plan?" Bucky speaks for the first time since we left, but Sam stays quiet as he readies himself to depart. He fiddles with his gear, making sure everything is intact before facing Bucky.

"Great, so no plan." The blue-eyed man near me sneers sarcastically, leaning his back onto the wall behind him.

I hear Torres call out another timestamp, just barely making it over the sound of the wind whipping by. Sighing, I stand up and walk towards Sam.

"No chutes?" Torres shakes his head, mentioning that we're too low for them. I nod, blowing air out of my nose before doing a full-body shake.

"This is gonna hurt, V"

"NO IT WON'T. DO YOU KNOW WHO WE ARE?"

"Yeah, yeah. We are Venom."

Venom snarls in agreement, black tendrils curling around my legs to support them. The feeling is familiar and welcomed in this time of unfamiliarity, and I can't help but smile and sigh in relief. Finally, something hasn't changed. I nod to Sam, waiting for the signal while doing little leg warmups.

"Enjoy your ride, Buck." Sam roars over the wind, finally done tinkering with his gear and waiting beside me near the door.

"No, you can't call me that." I frown, one eyebrow arched as I give him a look. 

"Why not? That's what Steve called you, that's what Y/N calls you?" Sam is just as bewildered as I am, and we let it be known by giving each other a confused glance before turning back to Bucky.

"Steve knew me longer, and Steve had a plan." I snort at his pettiness, shaking my head before patting Sam's shoulder in reassurance.

"Alright, what about Y/N then? I've known you longer than her?" Rolling my eyes at their brewing bickering, I give Torres an apologetic smile before focusing on the trees below us flying by.

"She doesn't talk as much as you." Is all Bucky says, standing up and joining us near the agape door. Sam readies himself, standing tall beside us before mumbling.

"I have a plan." He gives me a reassuring nod, rolling his shoulders back before giving Torres a thumbs up.

"Really? What is it?" Buck is unheard as Sam leaps through the open door, wings extending and taking him far away from the jet.

Laughing at Bucky's whining, I get ready to jump before turning to him.

"Need a lift?" He gives me a once-over, lingering on the black goo surrounding my legs before shaking his head no.