So we know how two of the favorite superhero peril tropes are A) Threaten a Loved One and B) Villain unwittingly taking the in-civvies Hero as a hostage. Venom and Eddie’s situation presents an opportunity for a special hybrid of both.
Because honestly, both Venom and Eddie have all the subtlety of a firework stand in a bonfire and X Evil Organization is bound to tail the burly man-eating monster to Eddie’s home and
Goons, breaking down the door: Alright Brock, no more games
Eddie: What
Goons: Don’t play dumb here, Eddie. We know the truth and our employer is determined to have a long, violent chat with the bastard eating all of his men. So we’ll make this simple for you:
Goons: Where is your 10 ft tall cannibal boyfriend?
Eddie:
Venom, inside Eddie: Eddie. Eddie, tell them where he is
Eddie, going thru every stage of grief and inventing new ones: ………………..um
Venom, all up in Eddie’s everything, every slime cell of him laughing to tears: Tell them where your boyfriend is, Eddie
EDDIE. EDDIE IT’S PEOPLE. EDDIE WE’RE EATING PEOPLE.
“Let’s eat him,” Venom hisses.
“He spilled coffee on us,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes. “You’ve gotta stop keeping us up late watching Real Housewives, you get bitchy when we’re sleepy.”
“They amuse me,” Venom says, defensively.
“I’m really sorry,” the guy interrupts, “but–are you that dude with the alien? The journalist?”
“He knows too much, Eddie,” Venom says, rippling a little inside of Eddie, under his skin. “Let me eat him. He looks delicious.”
“We’ve been on the news like thirty fucking times, everyone knows,” Eddie says. “And I don’t care if he looks delicious.”
“…should I be flattered or scared?” the guy asks, smiling. It’s a nice smile.
“It’s hard to say,” Eddie says.
“Fuck him if I can’t eat him,” Venom says.
"Bitchy and slutty. Jesus.”
“Oh, I actually heard that last bit,” the guys says, kind of faint, looking surprised and–interested, definitely interested, cheeks pink. Not everyone goes for the creepy alien thing. Eddie’s. Also interested. “Uhm, I’m Foggy.”
“Eddie,” Eddie says. “I’m real sorry, they think you look delicious and we’re still working on boundaries.”
“Boundaries,” Venom says, scoffing.
“I guess I’m flattered then,” Foggy says, shifting on his feet. “Do, uhm–do you think I look delicious?”
“Oh,” Eddie says. “Yeah, we’ve–we’ve got the same type.”
oh my god, they were roommates 