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"Well this is exciting," they laughed. "We've been waiting for you to fuck up. The men who cleaned up took our fucking blades, asshole."
Eddie was angry, and Venom felt empowered. They had Barton sitting in one of the dining chairs. They felt unstable, switching back and forth between Eddie and Venom. Eddie was pacing, and Venom was just enjoying the scene. They liked when Eddie lost it. It made them love him even more.
"Drop the illusion, would you, V?" Eddie asked.
Venom stopped, confusion lacing his face.
"But they're mine, Eddie," Venom complained, referring to the scars.
The first day that the cameras had been watching them, Eddie had asked Venom to disguise the scars. Venom had done what he asked, albeit reluctantly. The Avengers had yet to see the scars.
Venom reversed the illusion, and they could hear Barton gasp. Self-harm scars coating his arms and chest. Weird scratch marks and scars covering his back, dipping down under his jeans waistband.
"What—"
Eddie was in front of him in an instant, hands on the arms of the chair, holding the agent's arms down with impossible strength, face inches from Barton's.
"Didn't expect that, did you?" he asked, grinning. "Venom is a symbiote. They came from a planet called Klyntar. They kill, and scavenge, and cause chaos. I could kill you without lifting a finger."
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Fanfiction*CURRENTLY BEING RE-WRITTEN* Eddie and Venom head to New York City for an article. Their arrival went smoothly, and nobody noticed them. But then the bad guy screamed too much, and now there are cameras in Eddie's hotel room, and the people on the o...
