*TRIGGER WARNING – GRAPHIC SCENES OF VOMITING/ILLNESS*
Their mission had gone off without a hitch. The team were happy to be back home at the town. They headed up to the communal floor as a group. Steve, Nat and Clint were throwing jokes back and forth, cackling to themselves.
Tony was exhausted, and ready for a drink.
"Fri," he spoke up. "How's Eddie going?"
There was a pause.
"Sir, Mr. Brock is very unwell," she answered, causing the group to go quiet. "Venom successfully consumed 93% of the meat drawer. Mr. Brock then threw up all over the kitchen floor."
The elevator doors opened, and they all had to cover their noses. The room stank of sour chemicals, and rotting meat. They could see the accident site, but not Eddie.
"Strangely, Mr. Brock did not throw up because the meat was raw," FRIDAY continued as they all stepped into the room. "What he brought up is almost 100% growth hormones, sedatives, and chemicals found in the meat Venom consumed. A very, very small percentage was bile, and none of it was meat."
Bruce stepped forward, eyeing the open meat drawer and the puddle of chemicals. There was a half-eaten steak on the floor at his feet.
"Where is he?" the doctor demanded.
"On the couch," FRIDAY answered simply.
Bruce stepped over the mess, and ran to the couch. Eddie was shaking violently, and sweating buckets. He reached out to feel the man's temperature, but pulled his hand back when Venom launched out at him from Eddie's torso.
"Don't!" the symbiote demanded, growling protectively. "We are healing him. Do not interfere."
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Parasite?!
Fanfic*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...
