Even though he knew he was a mere tool, and that this situation was incredibly serious, he couldn't help but have fun. Web-swinging was amazing! He flipped and he rolled and he experimented with the powers that were given to him. New York City was his playground. His big, scary playground. And with every playground, there were bullies who pushed you in the sand. This particular bully, however, was harder to find than most.
"I still have no idea where Venom is."
"Keep moving, that's all you can do. Knowing Venom, he'll find you."
"I don't want any surprises from this guy!"
"Too bad!" said a deep, harsh voice. The clone landed on a rooftop and spun around. Venom landed on the opposite end with a thump, making the roof shake. He grinned. The clone gulped.
"Uh...uh...guys?" the clone whispered.
"Act normally."
"Normally?"
"Just repeat what I say," said the voice.
Venom cackled, which made the fake Spider-Man shiver. "We gotta hand it to you, Webs. We didn't think you'd be seein' the light of day again."
"We?" he mumbled.
"He speaks as if he's two people. We covered that! Repeat after me!" the voice shouted, annoyed.
The clone didn't move. "Yeah, well, how could I miss kickin' your butt to Jersey again?"
"Not unless we get another bus and throw it at you."
"One time was enough, thanks." the clone said, trying to appear how the real Spider-Man did in the films.
Venom's long, slobbering tongue hung out the side of his mouth. "Where'd you go, Parker? We heard your body was stolen."
"How could I be stolen if I'm right here? Get your facts straight, Brock."
"Oh, we have our facts straight, Parker. We know lots of stuff. We know where five bombs are planted in this hellhole you call a city. We know when they'll go off. We know lots of stuff," he laughed so loud the clone felt the vibrations.
"Bombs? That's not your normal style...you're moving up in the world."
When Venom failed to reply, the clone said, "Tell me where the bombs are, Eddie."
"And spoil the fun?"
"This is not fun! Innocent people dying are not fun! They're calling this an act close to terrorism! You're not a terrorist--you're a greedy, self-centered monster and you do what is in your best interest. How are these bombs in your best-interest."
"Consider it a 'welcome back' present. That bus may have knocked you outta the game, but we're still playin'!" Venom snarled.
The clone gulped. "Eddie, please?"
"Oh, it's please now? Grow up, Parker."
"Eddie, all the times we've teamed up? You're not evil, you're--"
"Shut your mouth, Wallcrawler! You don't anythin' about me. We teamed up because I felt like it. I don't feel like tellin' you where the bombs are, Parker! I feel like watchin' the fireworks."
He was disgusted. "You're sick."
Venom grinned. "Jealous?"
Then, following the orders that the voice in his ear told him, he lunged and attacked. He grabbed for Venom's throat, but Venom ducked and rolled, kicking the man in the Spider-Man costume away. Venom started running, apparently not in the mood to fight.
"Where are the bombs, Eddie?" he shouted after the fleeing villain. But Venom didn't look up.
The clone stood on the roof. He buzzed in to the other heroes. "Now what?"
"Venom's not budging. We need to find those bombs."
"No kidding," the clone spat. "But how?"
There was a silence. "Come back to Stark Tower. We need to call a meeting."
