Parasite?!

Not Just (Nick Fury POV)

"So, from what we could find," Nick said, flicking through pictures on the tablet in front of him. "You stole Venom from the Life Foundation labs."

"Nah-ah," Brock answered in a childish correcting tone. "Venom stole me."

Nick didn't give him a reaction, he didn't even look up. The pictures they had taken from Brock's phone were disturbing. Previously homeless people locked up in glass cells, being experimented on.

"I understand that you and Venom have a rather complicated relationship," Nick continued, now looking up at the man across the table. "Could you give us some insight?"

"Do I have a choice?" Brock asked.

Nick didn't answer. He knew Brock already knew the answer.

"Venom gets fed regularly, and they don't eat my organs," he explained simply. "They heal me and keep me safe, I stay their host, and look after them."

Nick cocked an eyebrow. "And?"

Brock's expression suddenly became closed off, and he crossed his arms.

"Your scars," Nick prompted. "The ones on your back, they're from Venom."

Brock sighed.

"Why are you so interested in my personal life?" he snapped, and Nick heard Venom growl in their shared throat. "You seriously think I went 8 months without having sex? What kind of person do you take me as? You probably already know every little thing about me."

Nick wasn't surprised by the outburst. It was bound to happen at some point, considering how far they were prying into Edward Brock's personal life. Most people had the same reaction.

Suddenly, they stood up, Brock's arms engulfed in Venom's hulking ones. The claws dug into the table like it was paper.

"Are we done here?" he growled. "Because this is really starting to get on our nerves, man."

Nick hesitated. He could hear it in their voice. Brock was losing it. Nick was nearly 100% certain that the man before him wasn't just depressed and being tormented by past trauma.