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Getting back on this one, catching back on threads and so. Do reach out if you wanna plot something!

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"No--hey, no no no no" Eddie complains but he can't, for the life of him, take back control of his body to end the call.

"Since when are you making the final decisions for the both of us, huh? C'mon, V, I truly don't wanna talk to her or anyone for that matter."

"Any chance I can bribe you with chicken? Or chocolate?"

When the line connected, he tensed up.

"Uh…h-hey Annie--Anne."

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Venom doesn’t exactly dream or sleep. Without a host, it’s a sort of survival hibernation. With Eddie… He can see his dreams. Flickers of sounds and visuals, less defined than his thoughts but perceptible nonetheless. Human minds are so disjointed and fleeting, but Venom watches Eddie’s with rapt fascination and a certain fondness each time he rests and slumbers.

Tonight is different.

The dreams wander before there’s a distinct focus on… arousal.

Eddie’s heartbeat starts to quicken upon flashes of heat and touch and sensation, and a quiet moan is audible in the physical world. Venom monitors the changes with concern, his host having to stay a healthy one, but another quiet moan and another flash of wet and hot and sticky and touch have Venom now more curious than anything. Eddie’s blood rushes south, and he follows it.

Thin, sticky tendrils erupt from their skin, caressing and squeezing and mimicking Eddie’s dream; down arms, snaking and coiling and prodding with delicate precision to touch the places blood blushes. Several tendrils rub slickly over Eddie’s hips, and aren’t shy about wiggling down Eddie’s boxers to explore the growing arousal, noting that wrapping around the base of his shaft causes a spike in heart rate. It’s here the tentacles settle, squeezing in gentle pulses, following the progression of Eddie’s dreams and the general perception of pleasure hazing their mind.

If Eddie is happy, Venom is happy.

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"Captain who?" He asked with the most puzzled look on his face. "No, I don't think so. Although–" He paused briefly, shrugging "Where I'm from that could be the name of any pornstar."

Venom reached out towards the other and sniffed at the chocolate bar, his tongue stretching out and wrapping itself around the chocolate bar, some of the symbiote's saliva touching the man's hand as Venom's tongue pulled the candy back towards him and ate it in a single bite.

"THANK YOU."

"Sorry 'bout that, he's uh--he's not the best at socializing."

"I SAID THANK YOU."

"Yeah, well--" Eddie scrunched his face for a moment. "Heard the man, V. We don't wanna parade you around."

"PARTY POOPER…" Venom announced before he went back inside Eddie's body, which always made him shiver.

"Anyways, you do seem pretty calm for someone who just saw…well, him."

“What are you? What is that?”

This was getting old, but considering how often Venom seemed to want to take a peek like a curious dog during an outing to the park, Eddie wasn't entirely surprised every now and then a curious bystander would ask him about Venom. And if it were kids or old people he could say Venom's head was actually a balloon and Venom would, understandably so, get very, very offended.

He thought New Yorkers were self centered people who didn't care about other people's businesses. So what was up with everybody?

"Huh? What?"

"Oh you mean that--that is..."

"LET ME EAT HIS BRAIN, EDDIE! NO WITNESSES. STEALTHY STYLE."

"No eating brains while we're here", he murmured. "That is uhm--no one."

"NO ONE??" Venom asked, offended, being absorbed once more into Eddie's body.

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thecoldsoldiers blocked someone for no reason

And what does that have to do with me��?

Also, so? I mean, the block button exists for a reason. Let them be. Geez, no need to be so toxic. To have to come to me out of all people and on anon nonetheless to be so incredibly butthurt is super amusing to me.

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"I would say that's…weird but cool, but then again we're not exactly your average type", Eddie said with some sarcasm and humor in his voice, shrugging.

"WE ARE NOT AVERAGE. WE'RE BETTER!"

"I don't know about that, buddy--" Eddie sighed, looking up as exhaustion could be seen clearly on his face. "We are looking for a way to go back home. As I said before we are not from this…" He tried to gesture with his hand, looking back at the other.

"TIMELINE", Venom added.

"Yes! That, timeline, universe, whatever. This New York doesn't look like the New York I know--and I would know because I grew up here and…I don't recognize half the things in this city."

Even if he hadn't been living in New York for the past two years when he moved to San Francisco.

"So unless you happen to know a way for us to do some multi-dimensional travel of sorts…then I don't know what you could help us with."

"FOOD. WE ARE HUNGRY."

"Right--Venom is hungry. You wouldn't happen to have any chocolate on you, right?"

“What are you? What is that?”

This was getting old, but considering how often Venom seemed to want to take a peek like a curious dog during an outing to the park, Eddie wasn't entirely surprised every now and then a curious bystander would ask him about Venom. And if it were kids or old people he could say Venom's head was actually a balloon and Venom would, understandably so, get very, very offended.

He thought New Yorkers were self centered people who didn't care about other people's businesses. So what was up with everybody?

"Huh? What?"

"Oh you mean that--that is..."

"LET ME EAT HIS BRAIN, EDDIE! NO WITNESSES. STEALTHY STYLE."

"No eating brains while we're here", he murmured. "That is uhm--no one."

"NO ONE??" Venom asked, offended, being absorbed once more into Eddie's body.

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"You've done this before, right?" (Gwen @xghostspider)

"No--" He replied rather quickly, as if he had rehearsed the reply for such type of question, of course, depending on the scenario. Such scenario being to stand at the edge of a very fucking tall building and he hated heights.

"YES!" Venom shouted.

"Shut up--fine, yes---BUT that doesn't mean I liked it. In fact, I hate heights", Eddie finally admitted, the Symbiote around him mostly covering his entire body but his face so he could talk with his normal voice with only a hint of Venom's.

"EDDIE IS SCARED OF HEIGHTS. A PUSSY."

"That's what I just said--and don't--" He sighed in frustration. "That isn't very feminist of you, V. Osho would be disappointed", he added with some sarcasm, turning to look at their newest companion of sorts. "…Do we really have to? I mean, it would be far more comfortable to just take the elevator, kid."

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Eddie sighed, keeping the woman at arm’s length as he used both of his own to rub his face and breathe deeply, as deeply as a man could, then moved his hands to his waist, looking at nowhere in particular. Perhaps he was panicking, maybe paranoia had hit him finally. Or maybe not, he wasn’t paranoid. He was being followed after all, right?

“I’m…so sorry”, he apologized, nodding as though the words were finally flowing and he was once again speaking like a normal human being. “I didn’t mean to scare you and I crossed a line out there touching—holding you, won’t happen again”, his eyes finally looked up to meet hers—he was starting to make a habit out of ducking his head in order to blend in with the people of New York.

“YOU SCARED HER, EDDIE.”

“…Been a hard couple of weeks”, he admitted and then cut himself off, “I know, V, I know—I’m trying to talk to her”, he mumbled and then cleared his throat. 

“You seem to know me—do we know each other?” Frankly, he wouldn’t mind a friendly face or someone with good intentions to give him a helping hand. “…Let’s start over, all right?” He offered, a sort of peace offering, “What’s your name?”

Oh no, that was really, really bad.

"Shhh!" He urged, attempting to put his hand over her mouth but pulling it back on the last second, looking over his shoulder then left and right.

"SHE KNOWS YOU, EDDIE", Venom spoke but he could only hear it inside his head for now, thankfully.

"Yeah, I can see that--listen, lady, I--uh--don't....just keep quiet, please? Yeah? Promise I wasn't talking to you, I uh", he grabbed her arm as gently as he could to drag her to the side of a sidewalk, so they could talk without having to get in the way of other pedestrians and have some more...privacy? Eddie also knew there was no point in insisting he wasn't who the woman said he was because this one looked like he was going to insist on it.

"SHE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A COP, EDDIE."

And perhaps, well…if her reaction had been genuine and a good one, the kind a fan would have, then maybe he could ask her for a small, tiny favor, right?

"…Yes, I am Eddie Brock but please just--just keep quiet, all right?"

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"Yes, I'm aware", Eddie replied with some sarcasm although at Venom's nudge against his hand, he couldn't help but sigh, a brief smile showing up on his face as he gave him a simple pat, fingertips gently rubbing on his head before he pulled his hand away.

"Listen, V", he began, baffled he was going to explain the difference between a handjob--or jerking off, and having sex with someone. "Last night was…jerking off. Masturbation, self pleasure", he explained, both of his hands--palms open--making a wide gesture of sorts. "That is not the same as having sex with someone although sometimes––sometimes", he echoed, "an orgasm is reached in both situations."

He shrugged, "Dating feels kinda pointless now after Anne. Maybe I am not over her yet, who knows."

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Venom doesn’t exactly dream or sleep. Without a host, it’s a sort of survival hibernation. With Eddie… He can see his dreams. Flickers of sounds and visuals, less defined than his thoughts but perceptible nonetheless. Human minds are so disjointed and fleeting, but Venom watches Eddie’s with rapt fascination and a certain fondness each time he rests and slumbers.

Tonight is different.

The dreams wander before there’s a distinct focus on… arousal.

Eddie’s heartbeat starts to quicken upon flashes of heat and touch and sensation, and a quiet moan is audible in the physical world. Venom monitors the changes with concern, his host having to stay a healthy one, but another quiet moan and another flash of wet and hot and sticky and touch have Venom now more curious than anything. Eddie’s blood rushes south, and he follows it.

Thin, sticky tendrils erupt from their skin, caressing and squeezing and mimicking Eddie’s dream; down arms, snaking and coiling and prodding with delicate precision to touch the places blood blushes. Several tendrils rub slickly over Eddie’s hips, and aren’t shy about wiggling down Eddie’s boxers to explore the growing arousal, noting that wrapping around the base of his shaft causes a spike in heart rate. It’s here the tentacles settle, squeezing in gentle pulses, following the progression of Eddie’s dreams and the general perception of pleasure hazing their mind.

If Eddie is happy, Venom is happy.

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Why…?

Well, that was a fair question and Eddie didn’t have the answer to it. His mind was probably a huge storm of thoughts as Eddie tried to collect them and form a coherent answer to tell Venom but then—

He choked on his coffee.

“…You can just…shapeshift a dick? Really?” But then Eddie sighed, a soft smile on his face as he looked at the screen with some pity. “Yeah, they’re not…the best”, he murmured.

His hands were back to work, fingertips quickly pulling up old tabs and Eddie can’t help but groan in annoyance, even rolling his eyes. “V, you gotta stop that—“ He complained, then turned his face to look at Venom’s floating head. 

That was another valid question.

Eddie shrugged. “Yeah—I mean, yes, most humans do. And even before Anne and I broke up…had been a little while since we got intimate.”

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Venom doesn’t exactly dream or sleep. Without a host, it’s a sort of survival hibernation. With Eddie… He can see his dreams. Flickers of sounds and visuals, less defined than his thoughts but perceptible nonetheless. Human minds are so disjointed and fleeting, but Venom watches Eddie’s with rapt fascination and a certain fondness each time he rests and slumbers.

Tonight is different.

The dreams wander before there’s a distinct focus on… arousal.

Eddie’s heartbeat starts to quicken upon flashes of heat and touch and sensation, and a quiet moan is audible in the physical world. Venom monitors the changes with concern, his host having to stay a healthy one, but another quiet moan and another flash of wet and hot and sticky and touch have Venom now more curious than anything. Eddie’s blood rushes south, and he follows it.

Thin, sticky tendrils erupt from their skin, caressing and squeezing and mimicking Eddie’s dream; down arms, snaking and coiling and prodding with delicate precision to touch the places blood blushes. Several tendrils rub slickly over Eddie’s hips, and aren’t shy about wiggling down Eddie’s boxers to explore the growing arousal, noting that wrapping around the base of his shaft causes a spike in heart rate. It’s here the tentacles settle, squeezing in gentle pulses, following the progression of Eddie’s dreams and the general perception of pleasure hazing their mind.

If Eddie is happy, Venom is happy.

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"I'm thinking perhaps--" Eddie began, and was cut short by Venom taking over, typing rather harshly on the keys and Eddie worried for a moment about his laptop and needing a new one sometime soon.

"No, stop--hey!" He complained, groaning when Venom managed to put up the browsing history and soon enough, the porn he had glimpsed when Venom had been too busy eating more tater tots than he could fill in his mouth--and that had been a second or two, was on full display on his laptop.

"Ah, God…shut up", he mumbled, trying to look away but being unable to look at the screen and remembering everything they did last night and how fucking good it felt. He swallowed and tried to keep those thoughts as buried as he could to avoid any more unnecessary teasing and distraction from his article, but…

"I don't know--I just thought I'd look it up because you--" He made a brief pause "There are no references in the whole world to know what it's like to…jerk off with a fucking Symbiote, all right?"

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Venom doesn’t exactly dream or sleep. Without a host, it’s a sort of survival hibernation. With Eddie… He can see his dreams. Flickers of sounds and visuals, less defined than his thoughts but perceptible nonetheless. Human minds are so disjointed and fleeting, but Venom watches Eddie’s with rapt fascination and a certain fondness each time he rests and slumbers.

Tonight is different.

The dreams wander before there’s a distinct focus on… arousal.

Eddie’s heartbeat starts to quicken upon flashes of heat and touch and sensation, and a quiet moan is audible in the physical world. Venom monitors the changes with concern, his host having to stay a healthy one, but another quiet moan and another flash of wet and hot and sticky and touch have Venom now more curious than anything. Eddie’s blood rushes south, and he follows it.

Thin, sticky tendrils erupt from their skin, caressing and squeezing and mimicking Eddie’s dream; down arms, snaking and coiling and prodding with delicate precision to touch the places blood blushes. Several tendrils rub slickly over Eddie’s hips, and aren’t shy about wiggling down Eddie’s boxers to explore the growing arousal, noting that wrapping around the base of his shaft causes a spike in heart rate. It’s here the tentacles settle, squeezing in gentle pulses, following the progression of Eddie’s dreams and the general perception of pleasure hazing their mind.

If Eddie is happy, Venom is happy.

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Eddie side eyed him but then put his view back on the screen, clearing his throat and reading for his coffee mug to take a slow sip.

He couldn't have saw that, Venom was too busy…distracting him about the rules of not eating people, right?

"Dunno what you're talking about, V", he said, shrugging and placing the mug down on the table. He then breathed deeply, and started to type a few words on the word document.

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Venom doesn’t exactly dream or sleep. Without a host, it’s a sort of survival hibernation. With Eddie… He can see his dreams. Flickers of sounds and visuals, less defined than his thoughts but perceptible nonetheless. Human minds are so disjointed and fleeting, but Venom watches Eddie’s with rapt fascination and a certain fondness each time he rests and slumbers.

Tonight is different.

The dreams wander before there’s a distinct focus on… arousal.

Eddie’s heartbeat starts to quicken upon flashes of heat and touch and sensation, and a quiet moan is audible in the physical world. Venom monitors the changes with concern, his host having to stay a healthy one, but another quiet moan and another flash of wet and hot and sticky and touch have Venom now more curious than anything. Eddie’s blood rushes south, and he follows it.

Thin, sticky tendrils erupt from their skin, caressing and squeezing and mimicking Eddie’s dream; down arms, snaking and coiling and prodding with delicate precision to touch the places blood blushes. Several tendrils rub slickly over Eddie’s hips, and aren’t shy about wiggling down Eddie’s boxers to explore the growing arousal, noting that wrapping around the base of his shaft causes a spike in heart rate. It’s here the tentacles settle, squeezing in gentle pulses, following the progression of Eddie’s dreams and the general perception of pleasure hazing their mind.

If Eddie is happy, Venom is happy.

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"Well, buddy, I don't understand myself either half of the time", Eddie excused himself, not minding Venom taking a look at his blank word document opened right in front of them once he pulls the top of his laptop open, placing it on the table.

"Remember what I said a long, long time ago", Eddie began, sitting on the chair and moving his neck slowly left and right. "Rough them up? Scare them? Absolutely. Eating them? Very, very few of them, and a few very specific things should be aligned before you can even eat'em", Eddie explained. "Patience is a virtue, V", he said, although he knew that was ironic considering how little patience he had in general.

He just hoped Venom wouldn't notice him sneakily closing a hidden tab with a title that said: "ALIEN PORN, CREAM PIE + ROUGH ANAL."

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Venom doesn’t exactly dream or sleep. Without a host, it’s a sort of survival hibernation. With Eddie… He can see his dreams. Flickers of sounds and visuals, less defined than his thoughts but perceptible nonetheless. Human minds are so disjointed and fleeting, but Venom watches Eddie’s with rapt fascination and a certain fondness each time he rests and slumbers.

Tonight is different.

The dreams wander before there’s a distinct focus on… arousal.

Eddie’s heartbeat starts to quicken upon flashes of heat and touch and sensation, and a quiet moan is audible in the physical world. Venom monitors the changes with concern, his host having to stay a healthy one, but another quiet moan and another flash of wet and hot and sticky and touch have Venom now more curious than anything. Eddie’s blood rushes south, and he follows it.

Thin, sticky tendrils erupt from their skin, caressing and squeezing and mimicking Eddie’s dream; down arms, snaking and coiling and prodding with delicate precision to touch the places blood blushes. Several tendrils rub slickly over Eddie’s hips, and aren’t shy about wiggling down Eddie’s boxers to explore the growing arousal, noting that wrapping around the base of his shaft causes a spike in heart rate. It’s here the tentacles settle, squeezing in gentle pulses, following the progression of Eddie’s dreams and the general perception of pleasure hazing their mind.

If Eddie is happy, Venom is happy.

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"All right, here's the deal, V", Eddie spoke slowly, his eyes moving left and right to be on the lookout for anyone keeping an eye on them for whatever reason. Perhaps he was being paranoid, maybe it was the fact he was apparently in a random state in the country from another universe no less. "I'll eat one or two, 'cause I'm starving, but I'll carefully drop the food to the floor and you're gonna eat it there because you can't just, you know, get your bubbly head out of me like you usually do and expect that none of these people won't ask any questions."

"HMMMMM…"

"C'mon, V…work with me here. It's either this or you don't eat and you'll get fucking cranky and I can't deal with that on top of all of this crap", Eddie said, frustrated, and it seemed Venom was quick to pick up on it, waiting for his host to subtly start letting the food, piece by piece, slide down to the floor of their booth so Venom could come out under the table, sneakily baring his teeth before he ate each piece in a single bite.

"STEALTHY", his voice purred in Eddie's head.

"Keep being stealthy", he said, although his comment was cut short upon hearing the woman's voice and noticing more food.

"MORE FOOD!" Venom exclaimed in his head.

"Shh––hey--wh...what?" Eddie asked, trying to play dumb at first but, really, just tried to wrap his head around why a McDonald's employee would so calmly tell him such things. When he looked around he noticed it was just them–when did people start leaving?

"We…are" Eddie replied, and Venom came out as a floating head next to Eddie with a big grin. "…Why aren't you freaking out? Who are you…Sylvie?"

"HELLO, SYLVIE" Venom greeted once he was done eating half the food served on the table quite unceremoniously. "WE ARE THE LETHAL PROTECTOR."

"Eddie. Eddie and that's Venom", Eddie said.

“Welcome to McDonald’s, the home of the McDouble. What do you… want…”

Sylvie’s deadpan voice comes to a slow stop once she lifts her eyes from the register to the - sweaty - man in front of her. Oh no, not another one.

“Um… What can I get started for you?”

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"Uhhhh yeah--hi, uh--"

Truthfully? This was the second time he had gotten teleported from one location to the other; at first, he had a lot of nausea, then he felt a sudden hunger he couldn't do much about and he blamed Venom partly for that. He was tired, confused, and done with the whole teleporting situation he couldn't seem to also not do much about.

"GET THE CHOCOLATE EMPANADAS!!" Venom said inside his head.

"Shhh I'm...trying to pick--they don't have empanadas here, this is a McDonald's, we already left Mexico" He tried to whisper as he looked to the side as if Venom was there although it was just Eddie.

"EMPANADAS!"

"Fine, fine--shut up" He cleared his voice and looked ahead, trying to offer a reassuring smile to the young lady in front of him but he was sure it came of as creepy. "So can I get the uh...the chocolate filled treats? How about uh---four...?"

"TWELVE!"

"We don't---" He sighed "We don't have much money for twelve of those, you're getting four", he whispered. "Four", he told the young woman, "four's good. Uh how much is it?" Eddie asked while patting the pockets of his colorful swim trunks, looking for a few bills he just happened to have crumpled in there.

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Eddie stood still, observing the young woman in front of him--young…kid? She seemed young, and tilted his head a little back, unsure what she was talking about at first. Not that he wanted to assume but he couldn't really put himself into a position of asking more questions than the ones he already had asked. Venom had said he shouldn't freak out, not that much, and Eddie tried to remind himself he should keep his head in the game but everything had happened so fast he was still incredibly confused.

"SHE'S TALKING TO US, EDDIE."

"I guess she is, uh---you're not…scared? I mean, that's a relief but that also would be a first."

"Don't mean to be rude, kid, but we could really use some information here."

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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.

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Oh no, that was really, really bad.

"Shhh!" He urged, attempting to put his hand over her mouth but pulling it back on the last second, looking over his shoulder then left and right.

"SHE KNOWS YOU, EDDIE", Venom spoke but he could only hear it inside his head for now, thankfully.

"Yeah, I can see that--listen, lady, I--uh--don't....just keep quiet, please? Yeah? Promise I wasn't talking to you, I uh", he grabbed her arm as gently as he could to drag her to the side of a sidewalk, so they could talk without having to get in the way of other pedestrians and have some more...privacy? Eddie also knew there was no point in insisting he wasn't who the woman said he was because this one looked like he was going to insist on it.

"SHE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A COP, EDDIE."

And perhaps, well…if her reaction had been genuine and a good one, the kind a fan would have, then maybe he could ask her for a small, tiny favor, right?

"…Yes, I am Eddie Brock but please just--just keep quiet, all right?"

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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."