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[mistrdctr]

@fuelinthetank cont. [x]

When that guy Stephen is currently facing turns around and gazes behind himself, as if truly believeing that the sorcerer could have meant someone else here - despite them standing in the middle of an empty, dark alleyway at around 3 o'clock in the damn morning - Strange can only roll his eyes and lift a brow once their gazes meet for a second time.

"Who else am I supposed to talk to? Your mother? God?"

"---Yeah, I'm talking to you. That lonely guy ...who walks this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams."

"Together with his ... ---friend. I shall call him... it?... friend, yes? Friend. So... you want to give me an answer here, or...?"

[sevenbulletsavior]

@fuelinthetank is about to be made.

Did he just mumble shut up to her? Karen looked at the man quizzically, wondering why the hostility right out of the gate. She had only approached and asked because he looked nervous or lost or afraid, and while Karen wasn't quite able to pull a Daredevil and protect someone, she had enough sense and understanding to offer help if she thought it was necessary. But being told to shut up for just asking a question? If the man wasn't from New York, he sure as hell fit in quite well by that response.

When the man turned to face her, Karen's eyes narrowed only briefly.

Why did he look so familiar? Was he someone she had bumped into by chance before? Had they met through either avenue of her work before? Had they--

Then it hit her. Hard.

"Holy shit. Eddie Brock." Eddie Brock of the Daily Globe infamy. Eddie Brock of The Eddie Brock Report. Eddie Brock who pushed the boundaries and made a name for himself in journalism. That Eddie Brock, and it left Karen a little star-struck and very much stunned as the only other thing she could get out was, "You're Eddie Brock."

[mistrdctr]

"...Excuse me?"

"My goatee doesn't look weird - or questionable, for the matter - but super fucking stylish instead!"

"Admit it, you're just envious of my facial hair."

[spideygwennie]

🕸️🕷️ — 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 [x] — @fuelinthetank

Her feet stuck against the billboard about soda pop, choppy blonde hair dangled as she had her back turned to her odd… not a guest, but not an invader? Wanderer? Gwen couldn't decide what he was, much less what he was to her. Something alongside her bubbled, the sensation akin to a cat's purr. It wasn't her spider sense reacting, although it was a close second.

Turning back around to… Eddie. Brows pinched in the center, blue eyes darting from one to the other, squabbling within earshot. Walking closer, she let them finish to have room to speak. "You feel it?" Gwen said softly, not answering any of their questions.

"Venom."

"Do you… hear it…?" She asked as well. Knull was an unfortunate encounter, this was the first time she has met Venom itself. This feeling was different from Knull when tried to connect, to reach it. She did not fear or hate Eddie's presence, instead it left her curious, and her companion in a purring state, unalert.

[streetwerkzcustomcoatings]

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