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"Marble, Enemy, Diamond" - MCU, Marvel, Venom, Spider-Man (2022)

๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ, ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŽ๐š–๐šข, ๐š๐š’๐šŠ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐š;



The sparkling marble floors were speckled with the aftermath of a brutal fight. Blood splatter, enemy bootprints, and broken furniture lay chaotic across the impressive entryway. (Well, ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ was a thing it might have been, had a particularly bull-headed Avenger not smashed every inch of ornate sculpture in the place.)



Eddie stood among the wreckage, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as his brow furrowed to meet them.



Investigate journalism. ๐™„๐™ฃ๐™ซ๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™œ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š. ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐™›๐™ช๐™˜๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™—๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™—๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™™๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ญ.



"ษ†ฤฤล‚ษ†ษ†ษ†ษ†-- ษŽร˜ษ„ โ‚ดโ‚ณล‚ฤ โ‚ฎโฑงษ†โฑคษ†'ฤ เธฟษ† ฤล‚โ‚ฆโ‚ฆษ†โฑค..." The pitch black symbiote housed inside Eddie Brock's body coiled and grumbled.



"I know, V-- But it looks like some fuckin' idiot got here before us--" Eddie murmured a response, voice low and gravelly with frustration and a burgeoning headache. This was ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ how he planned on spending his weekend.



Apparently summoned by Eddie's swelling anger, a shrill tone suddenly cut over the little black cloud forming around the journalist's head.



"Hey, did you see that!? Dude had like ๐™– ๐™๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ง๐™š๐™™ diamonds back here!!"



Eddie didn't need to look up. He knew he'd see red and blue spandex, spiderwebs, the whole thing. Sighing tersely, the exhausted brunette simply shook his head.



"I know, Parker. That's why I fuckin' followed him here."



Silence. Brief, tangible silence, for just a moment, before the babbling started and Eddie dared to glance up at the narrow Avenger standing across from him.



"... But why did you--? ๐˜–๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต-- Was this like a-- a ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ thing? Like a... oh, what d'you call it...?"


"Investigative."


"Yeah, yeah! That's it! Where you're all like, under cover and shit, right? Man, that's so cool."


"Yeah, Pete. It would have been "๐™จ๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ค๐™ก" if an ๐˜ˆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ hadn't blown my cover and my entire story before I even got here."



Peter's shoulders shrank back. If the boy had a pair of cat ears, they'd have flattened against his stupid little head.


"Oh shit... Sorry Eddie--"

โฃ



Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2022: https://tinyurl.com/b4na3uu2

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