Correction (SymBrock POV)

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He should have anticipated it. They were the Avengers after all.

"Bored, Eddie," Venom complained, scratching lines into the metal table in front of them.

They'd been stuck in the interrogation room for a good couple hours now, and Venom was bored. Heck, Eddie was bored!

"I know, V," he sympathized.

He was getting restless, and their stomach was starting to grumble. They hadn't eaten in a while. They couldn't remember how long it had been.

"They'd better hurry up," he said, projecting his voice in hopes that they were listening to him. "Or I will personally see to it that the next person that walking into the room becomes our lunch!"

Venom's head hovered over his shoulder, their grin widening at the mention of lunch.

They must have been a terrifying sight to the people on the other side of the cameras. Eddie sat lazily in the uncomfortable metal chair, a third, black arm had grown out of his shoulder, and Venom's head hovered next to his, generating from a tentacle coming out of the back of Eddie's neck.

The door opened, and Eddie smiled at Venom, telling him not to eat the newcomer.

"Well hello there," Venom growled at the man.

"Shut it, V," Eddie snapped, turning to look at the man that had walked in.

He was tall, black on black, with an eye patch to top it all off.

"Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD," he introduced himself, sitting down across from Eddie.

"So important," Eddie smirked, crossing his arms as Venom retreated back inside. "How'd you know we wouldn't really eat you?"

"You don't seem the type, Mr. Brock," Fury answered bluntly. "I trust that Venom is the type, but you seem to have him under control."

"'Them' please," Eddie corrected. "The Klyntar symbiotes don't have specified genders. So, it's 'they/them', if you can."

Fury nodded, but it was clear he didn't appreciate being corrected.

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