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The archer stood square, grinned cheekily and eyed her target. She could feel all sorts of eyes on her but it didn’t bother her. A breath, a moment later she aimed and shot. She hit target perfectly. And a crowd cheered as a strange clown fell into a pile of goo. Kate clapped her hand and jumped slightly. “See I told you I could do it!”
“Fine, fine, you won fair and square. Which cheap prize are you gonna take from these vultures--I mean... fine sales-gents?” Brock asked, actually curious to know. “You seem to work well under pressure.”
Felicia walked up the bench and took a seat as she watched a street basketball game. There were few other students around and to be honest, Felicia was there because she was skipping class and it didn’t really matter. Not anymore. Her father always wanted her to be the best but she had started to find school to be a waste of time. It would be hard to think that the popular miss ‘Party Hardy’ would find school a nightmare and have a hard time but to be honest, after all of her experiences this past year, going there just seemed to be like her own personal hell of faking her way through the day. She turned to the side to see who sat next to her before she spoke. “I’m not a dealer.” She stated, presuming the person was there to see if she was selling something.
“You aren’t?” The journalist chuckled, almost caught off guard by the young woman’s sudden declaration. “That sort of sounds like something a dealer would say.” He hummed, offered a smirk, and pushed aside any lingering jokes. “Well, I’m not a cop, so ‘wouldn’t really care either way.” Plucking up a wayward basketball off the fence corner, Brock tossed it back in so the immature game could continue without delay. “Have you ever tried challenging these guys to a few hoops?”
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“I like drama, like Trump stalking Hilary during the debate. But all of this, it’s just depressing.” Eddie was right of course, their jobs thrived when something terrible happened. Still, she missed the times when Gotham was only mostly a shit show. “It’s really not that bad. We’ll fight, we’ll make up. Jess has her reasons.” Trish grinned, bringing her now filled coffee cup to her lips. Taking a sip, she held the cup in her hands, letting the heat warm her hands.”I am a catch, friend wise. Enough about me, what’s going on in Eddie’s moody world? Have you gone full emo yet, full black wardrobe?”
“You don’t look so depressed,” Eddie taunted, and it was rather obvious. “or is all your smiling and flirting just a front to appease me?” He expected a lie from Trish, for his sake (though he didn’t deserve to be spared), but also knew the woman to be quite feisty. Unpredictable. After Walker shot him a grin one was shared in return. He preferred they not get hung up on another adults choices. Eddie put on a face, disposition, but he hardly cared... unless something juicy like a secret came out of all his digging. Information he could use against Trish, or anyone, for his own means. However, the reporter seemed to like having Brock around--on occasion--and for a possessive guy it was just enough to put her mostly on his good side. Hopefully their comfortable, unspoken arrangement wouldn’t shift anytime soon. “You wear far more eyeliner than I do, Trish.” Eddie chuckled, "Oh, I’ve been busy with work, nothing too exhilarating lately. Maybe I should take a hint from those columnists who’ve got a death wish. Make more of a name for myself.” The man almost broke into a snicker as he was more than satisfied with the level of stardom Venom had reached.
“ all those years , ” piper mumbled , mostly to herself as she walked into the alleyway , just a few blocks away from her destination , “ just to be thrown into the same pool as them. criminals. never thought i’d live to see the day. ”
“I’ve known some crazies, but you might want to see a professional about that talking to yourself tick.” The journalist teased, “What makes you so criminal?”
“Stop with that smile,” she said before she chuckled another ball towards him. “I feel like you’re actually going to be here awhile if not always”
Eddie caught the other with his right hand and his smirk only grew. “I can tell you’d be really beat up by that, Eva. Maybe I will get comfortable.”
“Yeah… I mean seeing different places was great, the things I had to do in those places not so great” Sara admitted, she had gotten to see a lot of beautiful places but she had done a lot of horrible things in those places. “I know how to blend in” that was one of the first thing she had learned with the League. “Yeah, people change, but it’s different, it’s very complicated lets leave it at that. I did talk to her, it was like talking to a wall, actually I think the wall would have listen more than she did.”
“Maybe you need to kick her ass before fessing up.” He joked before sobering. “I get that this is complicated for you, clearly... but some people, even those closest to you, your siblings, just won’t get it. Sometimes it’s better that way...” Eddie leaned back slightly. “You realize this is only a burden you can bear. They don’t deserve that weight. It may pull you away, but... that’s part of growing up. ‘doesn’t change how you feel about them.”
“Normie? Psh, you wish your normal looked this good.” She stuck her tongue out at him before giggling. Trish could never understand what it was like to be a methahuman like Eddie or Jess. She was envious of their skills, but not the burden that came attached with a string. “More fun? You’ve got some thrill issues.” Trish pressed a button, bringing her coffee machine to life. “I’m not sure if you’ll ever be as charming and irresistible as me, but I’ll give you some tips.” She joked, resting her arms on the counter. “Everything went to shit, and all I remember is getting out of there as fast as I could. She’s been hiding out ever since.”
“Hm...” A sly, boyish, grin appeared on the journalists lips. How right Trish was about him... “s’ppose I did wish that, once--you can find self-confidence in the most unusual places.”
“Please. As a reporter you should be gobbling this drama up. Every other news program does. It’s got quite a few journalists taking senseless risks to get an interview with anyone of these runaway criminals--and former heroes too.” Eddie found it beyond amusing. If only Spidey had dropped into Gotham sooner--it seemed this cesspool ate up monsters like Venom and the great hatred and rivalry stemmed between the three. “I’d appreciate that.” Brock chuckled, happiness glimmering in his dark eyes. “Damn. I’m sorry. ‘probably shouldn’t joke about it considering... I’m sure you wish she’d rely on you more and all that. What are friends for?” Even for a heartless and manipulative son of a bitch like Edward Brock, he too hungered for the company of others--even after all these years. Acknowledgement still spoke wonders to the now grown man who used twisted methods to earn it.
“Like the one from the Telletubbies, with an annoying laugh,” she told him as she leaned against the doorpost. “I’m not going to have to tell you to leave, am I?”
“’dunno, do you have to?” Eddie harmlessly teased. “Cut right to the chase. Fine...” He pretended not to be the least bit disappointed. “won’t show up where I’m not welcome again.”
“Does anybody know where I can find a nice, cheap place around Gotham?”
“Nice and cheap don’t usually go together in cities like this. Unless you’re willing to do something criminal.”
“I think the law would disagree on what you are doing there. And I will kindly ask you to stop. But if you wanna put yourself in the unconfortable position of being between my mace and that brick wall, then by all means, continue.”
“Perceptive of you, bird brain. ‘least you’ve got manners.” The monstrous symbiote hissed atop a skyscraper. It felt at home up here; sentiments adopted from Eddie, and Peter Parker himself, who’d spent the greater part of their lives in similar metropolis’. Humans were strange, weak, lifeforms--but Venom needn’t be concerned. It was a pure, dark, force. Hungry to learn and conquer and claim. Though it had come to an understanding with its host, Edward was only the beginning, and, oh, it had been a wonderful start. There was much work to be done now that the pair had followed Spiderman to the suffering city called Gotham, lead by hate and some twisted desire that left this alien wanting. Black claws that doubled as bear-traps, cages, kept a loose grip on an innocent male civilian it held over the towers edge. While the man hung unconscious, rocked by thin air that whipped past, Eddie was wide awake. Indulging in the game he’d started with assistance from his special parasite. The keeper of this power. Such impenetrable might. Venom’s long tongue slithered out, dripping with acid, as its head tilt in Shayera’s direction. Venom who stood at the size of Hulk in his denser form was horrific, unsightly, to most anyone who looked upon such a creature for the first time. “Uncomfortable? We’re positively tickled by the sight of your cute little rattle. We’re flattered to find a guppy drawn to the bait we’ve offered up, but... there is a bigger fish on our menu. Clearly our lure is working wonders. Spidey will surely come to save the day.” The words were toxic, like the dripping green poison off its tongue they flowed with a mock sarcasm.
Bucky just stared at him for a moment. “What the hell are you talking about?” he asked irritably. “Who the hell is Rocky? If you’re gonna break into my apartment – and yeah, buddy, it is my apartment – and drink my drinks, you could at least make a single iota of sense.”
With a tilt of his chin, Eddie tried to remember the rodents full name, “Rocket Raccoon, right?” He chuckled, “If you don’t know that guy, I’ll be the first to say you have a minor vermin issue--should call animal control.” Eddie’s gaze softened while the bottle was raised a few inches off his knee, “At least you keep good beer around.”
“Oh shut up, what the hell are you doing in my motel room? Unless you’re willing to pay for another night here you can go” she chuckled before leaning against the wall.
“Just kicking up my feet for an hour or two... I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” Eddie assured with a cheerful smile that reached to his dark eyes.
Slipping the sunglasses from her face, Ophelia regarded the skyline of the city with a shrewd wrinkle of her nose. “Horrible.” came the mumbled response. Ophelia then kicked the door of her car closed with her foot before heading of toward the coffee stop. She was stopped at the door, due to the fact that whoever was pushing had almost knocked her out with the swing. Ophelia took a smart step back and arched an eyebrow at the person “No its fine.” she replied dryly “I know im hard to miss.” Ophelia, of course, was being sarcastic.
Having wound up behind the sharply dressed woman, Eddie witnessed the rude interaction first had, but hardly took it personal. Holding the door ajar from above so she could enter without another issue the New York native just had to comment. “Most are in the big city. Always some pushing and shoving. No one’s got time to have manners.”