Down for the Count (Avengers POV)

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Steve took the door down in a single kick, shield held firmly in front of his torso, gun perched on its rim. Clint looked terrified out of his mind.

"Step away, Brock," Steve spoke calmly, but firmly. "We don't want anyone to get hurt."

Eddie turned to look at the team in his doorway. Venom smiled, taking over.

"We do."

Shots rang out around the room, and Clint dove under the table for cover. The bullets hit, but did nothing against the monster. Nat threw Clint's quiver and bow over to him. Venom launched themselves at Steve, swinging a clawed hand at the Captain's head.

Making a split second decision, in an effort to distract the creature, Clint shot a sonic arrow at the ceiling.

He didn't expect the affect it would have on Venom and Eddie. Nobody expected it.

The high-pitched sound rang out, and Venom started screaming in pain. Their body shifted uncontrollably, and Eddie raised their hands to cover their ears.

And then the sound stopped, and Eddie dropped to the ground, unconscious.

The team was silent for a few seconds.

"Well, that worked better than expected," Clint laughed awkwardly.


Monitors beeping quietly, the shift of cloth on cloth, the slow, even breathing of the man on the bed in the middle of the room. Bruce was calm. Well, as calm as one could be whilst sitting in the same room as an unrestrained, murderous alien and its host.

Eddie had been out for nearly twelve hours now. The doctor chalked it up to lack of sleep.

Venom had yet to make an appearance, too. Bruce hoped this was a good thing.

"Brucie," a familiar voice came from the doorway.

Bruce spun around in his chair, facing his friend.

"How's the alien going?" Tony asked, eyeing the unconscious man as he walked over.

"He's doing well," Bruce answered, ignoring the clear insult the other man had sent Eddie's way. "Considering."

"How long do you think it'll be until he wakes up?" the man of iron asked.

"I don't—"

He was cut off by a loud crash. They both turned to look at the bed.

Eddie was awake.

And he was standing.

With his IV in his hand, and blood running down his arm.

His eyes were crazed.

"Shit."

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