#agent-a-venom

[klyntarvenom-old]

Quite frankly, trust was a two way street; it had to go both ways (or in their several ways) for it to actually work. Eddie was hoping Flash would at least listen to him, but the problem with explaining quickly was he didn’t truly know  where to begin.

What was clear was the wreckage; several cars on fire and the building? Just about destroyed. “Once we get out of here,” Eddie said, glancing to the sky. “We’ll explain everything.” A lie, Eddie wouldn’t; not entirely. Venom might, but... there was even doubt that would happen. “The both of us will.”

// @agent-a-venom xxx

[sistersweird]

New Blood, Black Sheep

They stared at the blonde man in the wheelchair for a long moment, who’d wheeled up to them and cheerfully greeted them. No barbed comments, no testing, his familiar was in very plain sight. And was a dog of all things.

“Hello,” they answered cautiously, in one voice.

“You’re...Flash, Flash Thompson, yes? The warlock that went to war?” Prudence asked, tentatively. They’d been briefed on the coven, or well. They’d bribed a minor demon for information New York’s coven.

They’d been sent here to get a taste of the big city, and because the coven here was dwindling, needed new blood. Literally, if at all possible. And they were distinguished enough and strange enough in their own right to make it there.

They’d been introduced at the local academy, planned to take on a few duties there. But they hadn’t met everyone yet, and now they were at a cafe that catered to the local supernatural community, witches, embodied spirits, dabblers of varying types on all sides of the moral spectrum.

And he’d just, rolled up, and said hello. Obviously recognizing them, well. It wasn’t as if they were inconspicuous, they were rather distinctive.

@agent-a-venom 

[corruptedspider]

The question in Peter’s mind was if he could actually turn the tide to make it right. Maybe one  day he could actually explain himself, but right now? He  didn’t even know where to begin. Everything had spiraled out of control so quickly. Now all he could do was ride the tide and hope he got out of it in one piece. 

“If you say so,” he said, glancing to the ground for a moment. “No promises. No swearing I can fix this.” Even if he could,  he doubted that it would be taken well; he already messed up so much. There was doubt he could recover from it anytime soon. “I’ll try… if I have your help.”

// @agent-a-venom xxx

[symbiotesynergy]

@agent-a-venom from here

He may not have a symbiote, but at least he had a gun. And Flash could take out a lot of people with a gun. He’d been a proficient marksman long before he became a host to a symbiote.

He put his back against the wall, lining up a shot and taking it, watching another of the pirates fall. God, he was going to die on some random planet and no one would probably know about it. They’d think he ran away or something. How depressing was that?

Aegis’ host was old, and he’d been cornered here, and he lasted only an hour or so into the fight, healing and rehealing after sonic weapons and flames hurt Aegis himself and then-

Aegis roared as his host died, and he separated, staggering into an unstable, independent shape and teetering through the pirates. To find himself seeing another person under attack.

He leaped through the air, twisted into ribbons of silver and black, bouncing off of pirates, hurtling towards the man and then landing at his feat, and pressing up to his chest. Stopping their, offering himself.

This one tasted of another, of one, maybe two. Having been partnered before at least. They needed each other, and something about him sang nobly to Aegis’ instincts.

[ironiati-blog]

@agent-a-venom || Continue from ask || c:Andrei

Flash considered himself a pretty brave man. Or a pretty stupid one, either way. But there were some things even he wouldn’t face and one of those was the Avengers tower when they were doing something with the Infinity Stones. As far as he was concerned, those were above his pay grade.

He was hiding in a stair well, messing with his phone when someone opened the door. He glanced up and offered a somewhat sheepish smile.

Andrei sighed when he had to listen to another one of Peter Quill’s ridiculous stories, the Guardians were on earth for a visit and to check up on the remaining three stones. According to them having three stones in one planet was painting a target on their backs, but Andrei just rolled his eyes, flipped him off, and then returned to drinking his smoothie, courtesy of his brother Vision. 

After a while he noticed the presence of another soul, one he never felt before and he blinked, the tower was suppose to be one of the if not the only safe place for them, yet there were no blaring alarms nor Avengers calling to assemble and he wondered if it was just a hero he hadn’t met yet. They were all there and the presence intrigued him, gave him a good escape cause he swears if he has to hear another stupid joke he was going to- 

He found himself opening the door to the stairwell and he raised a brow when he saw a man hiding a few steps below. He closed the door behind him and crossed his arms, “Never seen an Avenger hiding here before, hiding from Quill’s jokes which are terrible and what do humans call it....lame?” 

[sistersweird]

@agent-a-venom from here

It wasn’t where he expected to find himself, in all honesty. He hadn’t joined the military, become a knight, with this intention. It just sort of happened. Their new alliance with the  kingdom of Sidus had changed some things. The rulers there were three women, sisters by adoption, but bound together quite publicly as lovers as well. Which was well and good, but they needed a consort to continue their family’s reign, and, part of the alliance stated that a man from their country would be their’s.

How, exactly, they picked Flash for this, he wasn’t sure. Their rulers had no sons, which meant it fell to the knighthood to supply the future queens’ consort. He assumed they picked the one who was the least helpful in battle, the crippled war hero. Just enough honor to be good enough to allow them to keep from sending someone they might actually need in the future.

He sat in the back of a steam-coach, the clockwork prosthetics pinching and uncomfortable, as they had been for the hours he’d been traveling. And he had no idea when he’d be able to remove them. He had to make a good impression, after all. For his bride. Brides? Was he marrying all of them? But, right, a good impression. He reminded himself of it again as the coach came to a stop outside of the palace. A valet came to open the door for him. His hand tightened on the head of his cane briefly before he climbed out. Looking up at the palace, dressed in his finest suit, he still felt like he was in way over his head. He was being side eyed by several of the guards and servants there, and he couldn’t be sure if it was because of who he was or the way he was dressed. At least he knew it wasn’t for his handicap. The clockwork limbs hidden beneath his clothes and boots, the only outward sign of any physical impairment was his cane, and plenty of men carried one. Though, perhaps they didn’t lean so heavily on theirs.

Okay, he needed to stop thinking about how out of his depth he was or he was going to freak himself out more than he already was. Squaring his shoulders, he made his way up the stairs and into the palace, ready as he ever would be to be escorted to his betrotheds.

They received him in a sitting room, their private one, instead of a hall. They knew the man wasn’t royalty, or nobility. He was a hero in fact, and one with a good reputation, one they’d asked for when their new allies proffered a suggestion. And they imagined he’d be somewhat out of his element, receiving him formally first wouldn’t be the best way to put him at ease.

Not that their private sitting room was something that put most people at ease in the first place. 

Prudence sat by the fire, sipping tea, and carefully illuminating a set of her own tarot cards, while Agatha and Dorcas each sat at a table along the edge of the room. The former was studying a solution set in front of her, writing in an alchemical workbook. The latter had gold rimmed spectacles on, and was working on the delicate clockwork of a small bee.

All three of them looked up, as the knight was lead in and announced, and they smiled. “We trust your journey was uneventful, Sir Thompson?” Prudence asked, holding out her hand, with a large ring,one of the seals of their office, out for him to kiss.

[sistersweird]

@agent-a-venom​ from here

“Who’d want the cripple?”

Flash didn’t raise his head. He didn’t much care what they said about him. The opinion of the other people there to be sold wasn’t exactly something that was important with in the slightest. The guy was probably bitter Flash got a better price than he did.

Though, that did raise the question as to why. A legless former soldier with a recovering drinking problem wasn’t really what most people looked for in these sort of auctions.

He hadn’t gotten a chance to see who it was that won him, so he didn’t know what to expect as he waited. The room was designed for bidders to pick up their winnings. Around him, others were kneeling and waiting for their new masters. Flash remained in his wheelchair, ignoring the people around him.

“Well well, you don’t loo excited at all,” Agatha drawled, as she approached their new purchase. Her sisters on either side of her, both assessing him. 

“Not looking forward to your new life, pretty boy?” Prudence asked, matter of factly, curious as she twitched her finger, the man’s wheelchair rolling forward towards them.

The auctioneers knew of their gifts, even if a few of the other slaves kneeling besides ‘Flash’ stared at them, a few actually starting to scramble away.

“And here we are, all ready to be gentle Mistresses,” Dorcas purred out, quirking her finger too, and setting him rolling slowly after them as they turned, walking in time with his chair moving magically behind them.

[sistersweird]

@agent-a-venom​ from here

Flash had learned photography from his friend Peter as something to do with his time after he returned from the army. It had come as a bit of a surprise to him that he actually had some talent for it. Pretty ironic, really, but he fell into a job with it, and was actually doing alright with it. He liked his work, and he was good at it.

He had a photoshoot for a magazine, and was at the studio early getting set up, wheeling this way and that to make sure the laptop was set up, lights were good, and the doors were open for the wardrobe and hair people.

Finished setting up, he sat back, chatting quietly with some of the other production staff as they waited.

They arrived together, even if it was only Dorcas and Agatha actually in the photoshoot today. The three of them had caused something of a splash a few years ago, a splash and a scandal when the independent film directed by Prudence and starring both Dorcas and Agatha achieved critical claim.

And when their relationship hit tabloids, their adopted familial connections, their romantic overtones, and general outspokenness, things had exploded even further. They’d made it work for themselves though.

Prudence was now one of the more successful young directors, also serving as her sisters’ manager. Dorcas and Agatha were both starlets, and were now, after four years of working in the spotlight, were starring in something again. All three of them working together.

Dorcas and Agatha went straight to makeup and hair as Prudence strode towards Flash, holding her hand out to shake. “Prudence Night, you’re Flash Thompson, right, our photographer for the day?” she asked, confident and easy. “We’re a fan of your work, we asked for you especially.”