Summary:
Hello everyone,
I apologize for being silent so long.
Many thanks to people still reading this story and to all who left a message.
I still had this chapter standing and decided to post it.
I'm still not sure wether I will continu this story or not.
Maybe when the next Venom movie comes out maybe sooner.
Anyway feel free to finish or continue this story if you feel inspired.
Many thanks to all of you out there and maybe see you all for the next update
Chapter Text
"Brock hmmm..."
After the twins had dumped them in front of a closed door, Tony had gathered enough courage or stupidity, depends on who you ask, to knock on it. In just a matter of seconds the door starts hissing open and a young man who looked like he'd be rather anywhere but here then where he currently was, appears behind it.
They are welcomed into a dark room that is only lit by computer screens. Bruce takes a quick look around and immediately notices that more than half of the screens are either malfunction or dead. The working ones show grainy blurry images, that can't be made head or tail from.
Most of them find a place to sit after the young guard invited them in, he had even given Tony a chair because he was completely out of breath due to the long walk and all the excitements that had happened. Once Tony seems alright Steve proceeds to tell the man, who is now running the prison after all the important people who had been in charge had seemingly vanished, why they had come here.
Across from them sat Alf, whom they assumed was now the big boss running the prison.
Alf has a thoughtful look on his face, head resting in his hand from where his elbow is propped up on the armrest beside him. The silence continues as the man seems to be in deep thought after their explanation.
Tim, as the young man had introduced himself is standing at attention next to him. Looking with big eyes at Steve who stands at Tony's left hand, Natasha to his right. Bruce has hidden himself in a corner and Nebula is leaning against a desk, while Rocket has made himself comfortable on the floor, his gun in his lap.
"Tell me, Avengers? Why should I give Brock to you?"
Alf finally speaks after a while, startling the Avengers out of their own thoughts. Nebula looks up from where she and Bruce had studied one of the computers displays, that had showed images of a group of guards moving on the screen. Alf's grey eyes gazes down on them, weary and full of something they couldn't quit explain.
"What?" Tony answers as he lets out a shaky breath. He takes his glasses from his nose and starts rubbing into his eyes to get rid of the headache that is coming up already, before starting again with giving an irritated grunt. He's quickly cut off by Steve however who already feels a new fight in the making.
"Could you be more specific?" He asks, an eyebrow raised and arms crossed, vaguely aware that he's been stared at by the younger man. Natasha who is silently observing them all smells a serious case of hero complex, judging by the way Tim keeps making poorly hidden glances at all of them.
"In three words? We need Brock."
Tim nodded along with the words of his boss not noticing the rising confusion of the group; they had all expected this to be no problem. They had figured that the prison guards would be happy to be rid of Brock, housing a monster like him couldn't be that easy especially now that the prison was understaffed and damaged. And hey what's one prisoner less after so many had vanished already?
Most of the Avengers seem flabbergasted, Tony let's out a strangled, "What could you possibly need Brock for!?"
But Nebula has herself in the hand and takes a step forwards and into the circle that unknowingly had formed.
"You would rather keep a Klyntar than be free of him?" She questioned; black beetle eyes boring into Alf's grey ones as she stands there unafraid of the Earthling before her, fist clenching. In her life she had met several Earthlings on her journey, some were harmless and rather stupid as she was reminded of one certain music-crazy and sister-loving fool of a human. Others were far more dangerous and she had gone out of her way to avoid any confrontation with them and this Earthling had the same aura around him. She kept staring at him as he looked back, mouth obscured by a hand that lay across and slowly slides to his cheek , gaze unwavering as he replies, "Yes."
"Wha-….. WhY!?"
Rocket shoots up from his place and, gun in one hand, starts waving the other about as he proceeds, "Do you even know what a Klyntar is? What they do?!" He in contrast to Nebula has never met another human apart from Quill, but he did meet a Klyntar and let him tell you; the things he had seen that day would never be erased from his minds-eye.
"As I have told you we need Brock, parasite or not. Besides I would eat my socks if he agreed to wanting to come along at all. You see he has voiced his opinion some times and let me tell you he really isn't fond of your kind."
It remains quiet for a couple of minutes as confusions rises and past sins are being remembered, but then Steve looks up from where he had been staring at the ground in thought, "We still want to try."
At those words Alf shrugs his shoulders and turns around halting the conversation as he reaches for his earpiece and mentions to Tim to keep an eye on the group as he turns around at the screen behind him. Muttering and grumbling unclear questions and replies as he tries to find something on the computer. One question is clear however and is something along the lines of, "Which one of you bumbling idiots can tell me where Brock is.
Tim who had nervously jumped up after he had been addressed now takes a step into the circle, "Sorry about that. There are a lot of prisoners uncaptured who run amok, you see and we have a lot of trouble to recapture the more violent once and-"
"Found him."
Alf turns back towards them and stands up, the Avengers who had been sitting copy him immediately and follow him and Tim out of the room.
"Not to be a bother but how far is it?" Tony struggles after them, cane ticking and face exhausted but grim as he walks on. Bruce walks concerned next to him, a hand on his shoulder and once he and Steve make contact, he gives a weak glare. Which makes Steve flinch a little thinking back at the talk Bruce had given him once he had told the others he was going to Tony for help. Bruce hadn't liked that very much and told him so, he knew Tony wasn't healed yet but they couldn't let these monsters continue their murdering, right?
"Don't worry, he's 15 cellblocks ahead, 7 levels deeper, but we're taking a shortcut."
Alf answers and they continue in silence. A left, a narrow passage straight ahead before they stop in the middle of a hallway before Alf starts muttering to himself, "Back in the day these things were much easier to spot."
As Alf glares at the wall Tim walks up beside him and points to something on the wall, to which Alf curses and starts swiping a keycard along that certain point and another door opens, this one however opens quietly and they step inside what seems like a lift.
"Please hold on tight." Tim gestures towards the armrests attached to the walls as he and Alf both grab one.
They all do so quickly as the lifts starts humming and doors closing. The only warning they get is a little hitch before the lift starts moving sideways, fast, and a rollercoaster ride begins, abruptly changing into a freefall.
Once the lift comes to a stop, some of the Avengers look a little paler in the flickering light that appears as soon as the doors open. They step into a dark hallway that looks a lot more ominous than the hallways they had passed on the higher levels earlier.
"The riskier prisoners are kept on the lower floors. We are now on the bottom of the top. Watch your step."
Alf gives a short nod of the head before continuing their trip and Tim has to take some long steps before they walk next to each other again. They are followed by Steve and Natasha, after them come Tony supported by Bruce and last Rocket and Nebula who cover their backs.
These hallways are darker, most lights completely blown out and strange claw-like marks cover the walls. There are more than a couple of dried-up bloodstain or puddles on both wall and floor which are accompanied by ripped of wall-plates and pieces of the roof. One hallway is closed off due to a cave in of the ceiling, lots of steel pipes and other things block the way, one pipe still leaks water into a puddle below. The sound of dripping water gives of an eerie sound that sets of the imagination.
Tim risks a nervous glance over his shoulder at them but quickly looks ahead again.
It rubs Natasha the wrong way and she grabs Steve softly by the arm before releasing him just as quickly, a silent warning as they continue, while quietly regretting leaving Clint with Pepper.
They've been walking for a few minutes before they hear it. Rocket is the first one who picked it up and started muttering quietly under his breath, his tail sweeping anxiously behind him, ears flat on his head.
Then the sound becomes clearer and it takes a few seconds for them to place it as:
Ripping noises;
Flesh ripped apart as blood drips and splashes into the ground.
Breaking noises;
Bones broken and grinded into dust by dangerous sharp teeth.
Slurping noises;
A wicked tongue that circles along its prey that strangles, as drool slides down into the face of a terrified meal.
Groaning noises;
A prey that tries to escap e.
Hissing noises.
Satisfied. The monster feasting, after all this time. Starved.
The group comes to a stop as the noises that echo down the hallway reach them fully. Shivers run down their spine and the two guards share a look as the noises continue. They are almost at the end, before the hallway gives way to a cellblock that is sparsely lit by flickering lights, there is a sharp right corner. They can hear soft footsteps coming and they all tense up. From around that corner appear the twins, Left and Right and Raymond, the guard they had met at the entrance of the RAFT.
The guards seem to be nervous judging by the way they clench their weapons and shoot each other looks. A silent conversation seems to be hold by hand signs and head movements. They stop as soon as they spot the Avengers along with their boss and colleague.
"Boss." Raymond walks up to Alf and starts whispering and pointing towards the cellblock up ahead .
"So, you guys were looking for Brock!" / "There is no way in hell he's coming with you." The twins whisper excitedly as they continue, " Yeah you should hear him!" / "He really doesn't like your kind."
"Our kind?" Steve asks frowning, this was the second time that word was used and Raymond is the one who replies with a strange tone is his voice.
"Heroes."
"Ray you knew!" / "Why didn't you tell us they were looking for Brock!"
"Mate why?!" / "Yeah what did we ever do to you!"
The twins pout together, as one dramatically tries to swoon and the other slaps his hands on his heart, face an imitation of a mocking gasp.
"I merely remembered a certain accident, involving rotten eggs and a certain locker."
Raymond answers in a dark tone, teeth bared and eyebrows pulled together in a frown, glaring at the twins who quickly scramble together and start laughing innocently.
"You done?" Alf questions before pointing to Tim, "with me," then to the twins, "you two got our six?". Towards Raymond, "You're with the crippled." ignoring the murdering look Raymond sends his way before he stomps off towards Tony and Bruce.
"You all stay behind me and Tim. Let us handle Brock, I want no sound from any off you. Is that clear?"
Alf stares at them, as they all nod at the man and so they follow the guards out in the open and walk right into a horror scene .
The first thing they notice is the arm that is laying forgotten on the floor.
Behind that a corpse, chest ripped open and ribs visible along with a lot of other things that shouldn't be on the outside of a body. It lays in a puddle of its own blood, missing an arm and its legs lay in weird angles that scream broken. The stump of neck, that's missing its head, is still pumping blood onto the floor.
Their eyes follow the scene upwards towards the sounds and spot it. Half hidden in the dark, sits a man. On the man's lap lays another man who is half pushed up with his back to the chest of the man that is holding him. The man lying down is facing the wall and appears to be unconscious, judging by the headwound he carries. The man holding the other up seems completely mesmerized by the wound as he doesn't notice them walking up to him.
A closer look reveals that the man, who is holding the other, is no one else than Eddie Brock.
Something is wrong thought, as he seems to move in shocks, like a puppet moved by strings. The hands, that hold on to the other's shoulders, are covered in blood and sharp nails dig into skin. He wears a prisoner's outfit, white shorts and a white shirt. The shirt thought is ripped along its side, showing protruding ribs that try to poke out of the skin as if wanting to break free from its prison that their trapped in. His hair lays flat on his head, greasy and unwashed, before he moves his head towards the shoulder and opens his mouth revealing large pointed teeth, almost canine-like thought monstrous, before he bites into the shoulder and starts ripping into the flesh.
The unconscious man groans as Brock takes another bite out of him, pulling and tearing the flesh loose with a snap. Eyes closing as a hiss escapes him, slurping the flesh up as if it were hot instant noodles and there was nothing left in the house to eat.
Those watching feel the shivers run down their spines and pale upon the sight of Brock who starts sucking on his fingers before licking the unconscious man's cheek, lapping at the blood that is dripping down. Stomachs turn and faces pale, Bruce turns around to throw up, leaving his place in the group before running off. Once Brock does something that disturbs even the hardest of the Avengers.
He starts to pull the wounded man upwards and closer, hugging the silent figure to his chest. Then he unhinges his jaw and with a quick movement removes the head from the body. Blood spray out of the bare stump of neck and splashes of it, falling to the ground, pooling around the men and splattering on the walls. Large specks spit Brock in the face as he chews, crunching bone and shattering the skull, while he lets out a pleasing groan, eyes still closed. A large tongue slithers out of his mouth and starts licking at the blood, smearing it all over his face.
The clatter of a gun falling to the ground seems to break the trance Brock was in and his head snaps towards them.
Rocket is whimpering, tail hidden between his legs and ears flat. Teeth exposed in a snarl as he takes little steps backwards, instincts telling him to run and get the hell out of dodge but mind screaming to not turn his back on this predator.
Pure white glazed eyes stare out of Brock's face and jaw still half unhanged he looks at them, contents of his meal clear in view. His face is malnourished and for a second all Steve sees is Tony when he stepped out of that spaceship. Brock's face could rival that of Tony's, cheekbones sticking out and skin stretching way to tight over bone as he gazed at them. For a second it seemed as if he didn't see them from where they were standing, as if staring right through. Then he stands up in one solid movement, no hands needed to push himself upwards, no steading hands to pull himself up, no just one movement as if he was pulled up by an invisible rope.
" Heroesssss ..."
It's hissed, spit out like a curse. Brock takes a few steps forward but stops as Steve steps forward.
"Brock?!"
An unhuman growl rips free from Brock, Steve steps backwards quickly as Brock let's out a warning howl and spits on the ground in front of him. The spit is bright red, little shards of white swim in it.
It takes a few seconds before some of them realize that the shards are small pieces of bone.
"You still think Brock is in there?"
Raymond grins at Steve and raises his gun, training it on Brock who started drooling and turning his head slowly from side to side, shaking it before cocking it.
Tim steps forward and in front of Steve, his hands are up in the air as if surrendering, he keeps his eyes on Brock. Brock gives the kid a lazy lopsided smile, really just a quirk of the lips, as he stares right through Tim, eyes hazy and glazed over.
"You better stay behind the kid. He's the only one that thing listens to."
Alf breaks through the quiet, he's the only one without a weapon, but he doesn't seem that bother by it. With his hands in his pockets, he stands next to Tony and Bruce, while he speaks.
"That's absurd, let me-" Tony begins but Venom begins growling dangerously as if daring the man to continue his sentence.
"Please mister Stark."
The group quiets down as Tim speaks up, "It's true, I don't really know why but he told me I remind him of someone. Please listen to mister Backwater."
"It's Alf kid."
"Sorry mister Backwater... urrhh Alf."
Tony stares at the kid and a feeling like déjà vu overtakes him.
"Call me Tony kid, for heaven's sake."
" Yes, mister Stark! Uh I mean Tony!"
"I'm gonna train that out of you some way or another."
Tony stands next to the kid and ruffles brown hair, earning a laugh and a dramatic, " Noooo !"
Brown eyes full of joy peering up at him, together with a million-dollar watt smile.
He shakes himself out of the memory, ignoring the churning in his gut and tries again, "Brock we need your help." as he pushes past the kid towards Brock who is looking at him, with every step he takes towards the man the smile on Brock's face is growing, until it stretches unnatural far.
Alf is yelling at him, but Tony ignores him, ignores the warnings Alf had given them. Ignores Tim who clutches at his arm, trying to pull him back and away from Brock who isn't Brock.
No.
Tony marches towards it, the symbiote, the creature that had hurt Peter back then. The monster that had injured the kid and left him for dead in some alleyway. The man he had captured and was forced to torture, whose flesh he had cut into, burned and drowned and limbs removed only to watch them grow back. The one who was the reason that They had used the safety of his friends as leverage, to get him to agree to the 'research'. The despair in the kid's eyes as he told them that Brock had been moved. Then that ugly ass purple alien had appeared and he lost the kid.
Thoughts warred in his mind and came to a conclusion, logic to him but unfair because Brock really wasn't the cause for all that had happened, but it sure felt like it.
Cane ticking, became banging on the floor as he stormed towards Brock, so focused on getting to him that he almost doesn't notice the shocked screams of his friends and the guards. Lucky Steve and the twins get to him in time, before he could get skewered by a black tentacle that had appeared from Brock's side.
Brock like a man possessed, grinning, snickering and drooling, teeth flashing and the white of his eyes even more visible.
The twins and Steve drag Tony backwards, shock on his face as his cane clatters to the ground before it is swiped against the wall by another black tentacle, Brock let's out a howl.
" SssssssTARK ..."
Natasha joined by Raymond runs forward and starts shooting at the creature despite Tim shouting at them to stop and is shoved aside by Alf and out of the way as the tentacles seem to multiply and start trashing around the room. Throwing everyone away from him and to the ground where they land with a grunt and a groan.
As they look up, they see that Brock is bleeding, bullet wounds cover almost every part of him, but he is still grinning. Even the bullet shell that is imbedded right between his eyes falls to the ground and black goo starts dripping out of the multiply bullet holes, oozing and closing the wounds, leaving Brock an untouched man.
Nebula is the first to get back to her feet, quickly she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small device.
"Stay back Klyntar , I know exactly what harms you."
The snarl that appears on Brock's face is ugly and full of teeth as he lets out another inhuman roar, eyes glazed with white. He seems to regard the little device before he charges forwards, hand coming up to claw at Nebula, as more black goo seems to surround him and a crown of teeth appear above his head.
But Nebula is quicker and with a single push she activates the device.
Within seconds Brock is howling, hands clutching his head in a desperate attempt to block out the noise and whimpering. High whines escape his throat and he is shaking so hard that the on watchers fear he will fall apart. The black goo disappears as quickly as it came, hiding from where it came from.
Once Brock is down on his knees, Nebula deactivates the device and walks towards the downed man.
"Let us talk to your host, Klyntar."
" NO! "
The Avengers watch the scene unfold, the grimacing face of Brock, alien due to his white eyes and Nebula holding him by his chin and forcing his head up. Glaring down with dark eyes as she looks down upon him.
"Want me to turn the sound back on?"
She gives the Klyntar a few seconds to take those words in and Brock's shoulders fall, she releases him as he starts to hunch in on himself.
" No ..."
The Klyntar seems to be weighing his options, gaze sliding through the room, falling on each one of the people surrounding him. Unnerving them with the white of his eyes, before they land on Tony again who is now supported by Bruce, who is quietly cursing himself for not coming up with the idea that Nebula clearly had.
"What do you want?" It asks, weary and wary from where it kneels on the floor. It could have easily. broken out of Nebula's hold, but the tiny device she is holding seems to keep Brock under control.
"We want to talk to the host." Nebula answers, tightening her grip on Brocks hair and shoves the device in the Klyntar's face.
"NO!" It grumbles, but flinches when it sees Nebula's fingers twitching on the switch.
"Fine..."
Nebula releases the man and takes a step backwards as Brock hides his face into his arms that are crossed over his knees, which are drawn up to his chest. He remains that way for a few minutes before he lifts his head up again, slowly as if dazed.
" Wha -, where?"
Brock seems mostly out of it, gazing around and not recognizing his surroundings. His gaze lands up the Avengers and the prison guards. He stares at them and slowly they can see him become self-aware. One hand still griping his hair, the other moving down to his stomach and clutching it as he groans. Eyes squeezed shut as he breaths in heavily through his nose and out through his mouth, which he quickly wipes at to get rids of the drool and blood that has gathered there.
Swaying in his place, on his hunches he seems to come back to himself, but that is quickly broken as they watch him start mumbling to himself, eyes scanning the room but not really seeing. Then Brock snaps his head up and stares with wide eyes at the Avengers and the guards, who are fidgeting with their weapons unsure of who they are talking to now.
Brock growls low before heaving himself up from the ground, winching and hand clutching his ribs, as he clenches his teeth, face weary, worn-out.
"Brock?"
Tony replies hesitant from where he is peering between his friend at Brock who now fully stands. Searching and eyes roaming over the familiar and unfamiliar faces, before landing on Tony, Bruce at his side.
"Hey Eddie..." Bruce looks unsure, one hand on Tony's shoulder thought neither of them knows who of the two it is supporting.
"Hmmmm... been a long time since I saw either of you." Brock mutters quietly, arms coming up to hug himself.
"I understand neither of you all departed under very good circumstances." Steve had taken a step forward, lying a hand on Nebula's arm that had come upwards, the tiny device shining in the dark, calming her as Brock gave her a wary glance.
"You could say it like that yes..." Brock's eyes shoot back towards Tony and Bruce, a sly grin growing on his face that quickly turns grim, "You still owe me some new tattoos Stark, or at very least my arm back." His left arm comes up to rub his right, one is covered in tattoo's the other is completely clean no tattoo, scar or birthmark in sight. Just below the edge of the short sleeve, a thick silver line is visible, tattoo's cut of half way and colored skin flows over into smooth clear pale skin.
Tony's face turns into a grimace as his thoughts go back to that time again and Bruce flinches, giving a little whine, shooting Brock an apologetic look.
Brock ignored him as his face turns blank, staring at Tony, giving him a careful once-over before his eyes flicked up to meet Tony's.
"Not looking so hot hm? Well starvation does that to a person." Brock murmured head cocked to the side and looking like he was listening to someone else. Giving a quiet snicker he turns towards Steve, who is joined by Natasha.
"Well this better be good."
"We've come to you for help." Steve's eyebrows are drawn together and his back held ramrod straight. A soldier's pose where Brock had his hands in his pocket, slouching, face indifferent and head still a little cocked to the side, looking like he hasn't slept in a week.
"We assume you are informed of what happened this past month?" Natasha stood next to Steve; arms crossed; face carefully blank but she couldn't help but frown at Brock.
"Yes? If you mean people vanishing into thin air." Brock cocked an eyebrow as he shifted on his feet, mumbling under his breath some incomprehensible words. "Kind of hard to mis you know..." he mutters, wrapping his arms around him, eyeing them, "I may not have been completely present but it's my body... my head."
"Peter vanished too."
Tony's shaky words break in, silencing them and Brock completely. Tony refused to look up from the ground, shoe point kicking against a little rock and sending it spinning. Because of this he didn't notice the way Brock's face seemed to crumble, nor the tears that threatened to run down his cheeks.
"The kid to huh?"
The words came out like a whisper and Brock's voice broke in the end. He let out a shaky breath before steeling himself, glaring at the Avengers in front of him, "Well... we all know who fucked that up don't we!?"
Tony flinched, Steve's face turns grim and is stopped by Natasha from charging at Brock. Nebula remains indifferent but her gaze has moved towards the ground where Rocket looks back up at her, ears bent low and backwards. Bruce just looks guilty and sad.
The prison guards, who were also there, glance at each other, uncomfortable and unsure what to do, now that Brock doesn't seem violent anymore. Everyone knew what happened up in space and down on earth, and apparently there was a whole unknown continent called Wakanda and there had been a massive battle. Though most people didn't really care what had happened, scared of what was happening now in their own countries and how they were going to survive now.
"Well things happened and Kletus Kasady escaped prison assisted by a symbiote." Tony spat out angry, glaring up at Brock, who looked back incredulous .
" Kasady ? Symbiote! What do you mean?! We killed Riot, there shouldn't be any other symbiote on earth!"
Brock seemed to be taken completely by surprise as his eyes had grown wide and his mouth had fallen open. His hands flew up to his head and grabbed his hair as he started pulling at it, messing it up completely before he let go, tufts and spikes standing up as he stalked towards them.
" Who ."
His voice had turned inhuman and dangerously low as the symbiote spoke through, alerting the guards and the Avengers as they scrambled for their weapons, to keep him at bay. But he came close enough for them to see that one eye had become misted over, white, like that of a blind person.
"A Klyntar who calls himself Carnage." Nebula spoke, the device still visible and held in a strong grip as she looked at the alien unflinching .
"Carnage...?" Brock looked confused, eyebrows frowned together before he started mumbling and arguing with someone, one hand running through his hair as he looked down to the ground. Then a black glob of goo appeared behind his shoulder, it had strange white curly eyes, as it stared over Brock's shoulder at them.
"V?" Brock looked up at the black snake? Frowning and glaring at the thing that was now hovering over his shoulder.
"I didn't know he could do that!"
Tim whisper shouted at Alf, breaking the silence and everyone's concentration. Alf scowled at the kid and Raymond slapped the back of the kid's head.
" It could be possible that we spawned during the interview." The symbiote spoke, its new form looked far less intimidating and one might even say cute.
"Spawned?" Brock asked hesitant, confused by the black snake that had now also grown a small mouth, a little tongue sticking out. Almost like a cat that had been licking itself and halfway gotten distracted.
"Like having a baby."
The black snake explained before it was grabbed into a strangle hold by Brock who now seemed to be panicking while screaming.
"WE HAD A BABY!"
Brock was still shaking the black dot while yelling and cursing at it.
"But wouldn't you need another symbiote to pro-create with? I had understood there were no others?" Bruce questioned while watching the spectacle of Brock strangling a supposed dangerous and terrifying alien judging by the disbelieving looks on Nebula's and Rocket's faces.
"We reproduce asexually ."
The symbiote replied while seeming completely unbothered by Brock strangling him. Brock halted in his moves and gave the black snake a suspicious look, one eyebrow raised before slowly letting go of it.
"But it could have happened earlier, we don't remember much when we were held captive by Drake..."
"Drake did a lot of questionable things, and his researches went deeper than I managed to discover... There is also the possibility that he also tested the symbiotes on prisoners. Who knows? I never got the chance to find out."
Brock turns back to the Avengers, shooting them a look and giving the remaining guards a small quick nod. "There you got you answer, now if you would kindly leave us alone? We have a meal to finish." Brock snorted and turned back towards the corpses, he had given up months ago to be faced by the fact that he, they, now needed brains to survive. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in one of the puddles of blood and was startled by what looked back at him. They had gone without food so long he hardly recognized himself anymore. Face gaunt, pale and eyes strange, hollow. He didn't feel like himself either, ribs poking out and skin stretched too tight over bone. Once the hunger had become too much and time started to blend together, he had handed the reigns over to Venom. Venom who had been there with him and always would be. They were one, Venom had held him close and covered him, his mind and taken him to a place far away, far from the prison he had been hold in. Venom no stranger to being held captive, knew how much a dark place like this could wear a soul down.
But then things had happened, people had started to disappear, completely vanishing in thin air. Venom had seen it happen and had woke him up to show it to him. And then the inmates and other prisoners had staged a coup. For some reason more guards then, prisoners had disappeared and the inmates had seen their changes clean. Prisoners of the higher levels had come down to free those on the lower levels and one dumbass had come and smashed their cell wand, screaming something about a revolution. Venom had asked him then if they should escape, Eddie told him no. There was no way knowing what would happen to Peter if they did.
So, they remained where they were, Eddie giving Venom permission to eat some of the prisoners they ran into. Finally stilling the hunger that had driven them insane. Later they had a run in with a lonely guard, a young. Who had immediately reminded them of Peter, he was the one who told them what had happened 'on top'. The boy wasn't Peter, but they had felt drawn to him as they had to the kid. And now they knew he was gone too.
Eddie was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that Venom was moving with him and with a snap he was pulled back to his place. He snarled at Venom, not understanding why the symbiote wouldn't let this all rest. Peter wasn't coming back and if the Avengers couldn't do anything to get the kid and all those other people back then it was sure as hell they couldn't.
"WAIT!"
Starks yelling snapped them out of their musings and they glared at the man with his own hero complex.
"That's it? You're not going to do anything about it?" Stark yelled indignant, passing between the others and walking towards Brock, where he stayed just out of reach.
"'s not our problem. " Venom responded, hovering over Eddie's shoulder, while Eddie turned his head to look over his shoulder, back turned towards the group. But as he looked back at the corpse lying at their feet and the blood that pooled over the floor, he felt his shoulders shag and he let out a deep sigh. The fight leaving his body.
Venom immediately felt the change and turned to Eddie, tilting his little head and sending a questionable look his way.
To the onlookers a silent conversation played out in front of them as the symbiote and the prisoner seemed to keep staring at each other.
"Fine..." it was said so quietly at first that no one was sure if Brock had really said it or if it was just a figment of their imagination.
"FINE. We will do it."
"Really?" Steve answered surprised and Natasha felt her eyebrow rise in a questionable arc. Bruce and Rocket looked at each other startled and Nebula just glared past Stark at Brock. While Tony just kept staring at Brock who now turned back to him.
"We will help you get rid of Kasady."
"Preferably dead." / "Captured!" Bruce yelled over Tony both frowning at each other and silently arguing .
"EITHER way. We will help."
"I sense a but ?" Natasha questioned taking a small step forward so she could get a better look at Brock.
"There is one thing you have to promise us. All if you, that after all this..."
A nervous silences falls as Brock seems to take a deep breath before addressing the group of superheroes in front of them.
"You leave us the hell alone!"