Tony snorted. “Whatever you say,” he said dryly. This Venom was very different from the Venom he’d met with Gwen. This Venom was…well, Tony could hang out with Gwen’s Venom, whereas he felt like this Venom was about to mug him while saying something unnecessarily mean about his mother. Which, granted, probably wasn’t particularly unusual for an alien symbiote, but still. He looked over at Eddie as the younger man spoke. “Have you guys tried an intergalactic couples counselor?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow to indicate that this was a sarcastic comment. Mostly. Tony shrugged. “I mean, they wouldn’t make a whole film series about that Alien if they weren’t a badass,” he pointed out. “The only person who could take them on was Ripley.” He watched with mild concern as Eddie took off for the bathroom. “Don’t heave on the floor, DUM-E will just have to clean it up,” he said. “He doesn’t like doing that.” He looked over as Venom crawled all over his coffee cup. “Hey, come on, I’m still drinking that,” he said, whining a little. “Get off.” He glanced up at Eddie. “What, is my lab bathroom not impressive enough for you?”
“WHATEVER YOURSELF.” Venom believed he retorted, the symbiote had been in this god awful mood since they touched back down on Earth, they belonged somewhere else and wipe the smug fucking snarl off Knull’s face. The host and Parasite drawn back to the older man speaking to the pair, polar opposing reactions to couple’s counselling, Eddie’s face twisted nauseated by traumatic thought - he hates counselling of any kind at the best of times - still, didn’t mean he didn’t feel bad. However, Venom practically rolled off Eddie’s shoulder laugh manically at the memory surfacing. “Yeah, nah. Didn’t end well for said counsellor.” Eddie said, troubled. From the excessive fidgeting over the tissue, fixing it down to his nose to crinkling his nose up met with hisses from the host. “WE HAVE MRS. CHEN... AND YOU, NOW.” The thick tongue that look humorously large on the smaller blob, Venom was going for at the moment. “He won’t eat your head, I swear.” He said, abruptly before words ad time to settle. “Ripley was my first crush,” Eddie chuckled, leaving out that his father actual thought he was half normal. “RIP-LEE, NEVER MET US. OUR BADASSERY IS FAR MORE SUPERIOR, MINE NOT EDDIE’S. HE’S MY LOSER.” The symbiote looked troubled from Eddie ducking off to the toilet without him, dare did he lost without his host body.
Muffled ahas from Eddie on his way to the bathroom, thumb in the air that was squeezing down the ridge of his nose. The tangling unsetting mass string itself to be lighter to not deter the balance of Stark’s hand on the mug, sat there playing chicken with him, almost and getting a right old kick out of it. “YOU’VE PUT WORSE THINGS IN YOUR MOUTH.” Venom fired back on the lip of the mug furtherest from Tony’s being. “YOUR SUIT WOULD RUN ON ME...” The symbiote trying to sell itself to Stark, entertaining itself. Ignoring the whine to get off. “KINKY AS IT SOUNDS, YOU’D BE POWERFUL FORCE. NOT A MAN IN A TIN CAN.” The alien continued on, not clear that the alien is pulling Stark’s leg until it snickers in hisses at him. Eddie watching it all unfold, confused but scurrying over like that of a mother goose to scold its gosling for running off. Hands cupping around the symbiote blob careful, not touching the cup. “I swear, he’s just being a dick because he can.” He grumbled, looking down at white eyes that mirrored that of a sad puppy dog, that they’d talk about it later. “A bathroom is a bathroom, Tony. No matter if it looks like something out of Star Wars.” Eddie said, blasé. “Sure, some influencer or Parker’s wet dream it is everything. But you still take a shit in it.” He shrugged, moving around the older man, taking the mug out of Tony’s hands as he does. Soft muttering not for Stark’s ears about Venom behaving and the hissing in return. “You want a new one, yeah?”