«Marvel». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you were a journalist and Eddie Brock's friend. *** When the man broke into the TV company, you were just about to go home, but you froze in place and scurried around the corner because the capture group broke into the building. "The mask!" the reporter commanded, while several snipers were aiming at him. "Accepted!," a voice rang out in Edward's head and his body was immediately covered with black slime that swallowed Brock completely. While the creature was dealing with the danger that threatened its carrier, you just looked at it with eyes wide open with horror. "What the hell?!" you whispered too loudly and they heard you. The black shit that swallowed your friend turned around and big white, or rather, anthracite eyes stared right at you. Edward Allan Charles Brock instantly sobered up when he saw the fear in your huge shock y/e/c eyes. "I didn't want you to see this, Y/N," Eddie shook his head, turning back into himself. "What was it?" your voice was very, very quiet. "Let's get out of here and I'll tell you," a friend suggested, to which you only nodded in agreement. *** You drove your car to the reporter's house. A man dropped by to pick up things and you went to help him. "So what is he?" still, you couldn't resist asking while you were helping him put things in his bag. "The symbiote," the man replied, darted into the bathroom for a toothbrush and toothpaste, returned, and then explained, "this is an alien creature that needs a carrier, although it can exist without it…" While he was talking, the bag was packed. He continued his story already in your car, after a long time he explained to you what was the matter and Venom was connected to him from time to time. "Aah..." you drawled and nodded when the story ended, although it was hard to believe it, "what's his name?" in the course of the story, the journalist did not mention the name of the alien entity, and you were very curious. "We are Venom," a voice sounded frightening to hell. "Fuck... "you swore softly, flinching from surprise and almost letting go of the steering wheel. The correspondent grabbed the handle on the car door, and when the car leveled off, he grinned and asked the symbiote out loud not to scare you, because if he continues to do this, they may crash, to which he mentally snorted and fell silent, promising nothing, but not saying a word more. * "Is he the only one?" you asked a friend when you entered your apartment. "No, there's a whole race of them and they live on the planet Klintar," Edward answered you, closing the door. Venom gave him this information. "Let's eat him," the creature in Brock's head suddenly pleaded, and after a second he remembered that you have a cat named Lucky at home, who just came out into the living room and immediately began to hiss, feeling the presence of an extraneous being in the body a familiar person. "No, we're not going to eat the cat," Ed replied sternly, you just looked at your friend in surprise. "Does he want to eat my cat?" instantly alert and taking the pet in your arms, you inquired. The man just shrugged his shoulders. You locked the cat in another room and rubbed the bridge of your nose tiredly. "So, what does he eat at all?" when she returned, you asked Eddie, "besides cats, of course," you added. "Heads", Venom answered faster than its carrier. Your nervous giggle surprised them both. "Yes, it's not every day you find out that an alien lives in your friends who eats cats and heads," you muttered more to yourself than to them. Having calmed down, you sat down opposite a slightly confused Edward and took his hand. "I think we need to work together, then we will succeed even more than the two of you," you shook your head in the direction of an unusual example of symbiosis, or rather, Eddie and Venom. "Won't you leave me?" the symbiote carrier was surprised. "And don't hope," you answered firmly, smiling at a shocked colleague, taking his hand in yours.