AN: This was an OC request by the anon who requested all of the Venom drabbles

Drabble 44-Damian

Danny gave Nick Fury a wary look as someone he's never seen on the Helicarrier before approached them. He was carrying a small vial of Danny didn't even want to know what, talking and laughing shyly with Spider-Man.

He wasn't particularly bad looking. He was tall, tan, and toned, (new gym name?) with bright green eyes that were only a couple of shades darker than his own, and soft-looking brown hair that he would make a pillow out of if given the chance. Danny had had a long day, and he was probably tired enough to try it if someone bet him. Natasha had said once that Tired Danny was like an off-brand Drunk Danny, and that was only because the ghost boy wasn't able to even get drunk.

"Hi," Danny said when they finally got to him and Fury, "What's your name?"

The boy looked at his hand carefully before taking it and shaking it with a small, timid smile.

"My name is Damian. I helped your friend catch the goo thing," he said, holding out the vial. Danny scowled at it, remembering the few times Venom had been attached to him. The small sliver was in an (almost) indestructible vial that Danny and Spider-Man had made themselves. The even had Hulk test it (it eventually broke but they forgot that the more angry Big Green gets, the stronger he gets. After it took Hulk three minutes of trying they deemed it workable). Anything can be tested really well strength -wise if you used the Hulk.

"I'm Phantom. I was just up here checking out the containment unit that we were going to put Venom in. Can I see the vial?" Damian nodded, his brown hair flopping with his head, and placed Venom in Danny's open palm.

That's when, in hindsight, Danny would later realize, that he probably should have just had Damian put the damned thing into the unit himself. Because while the vial was unbreakable by Venom standards, they didn't account for the lid. As soon as it was in Danny's hand, the cork blew out and wrapped itself around Danny, encasing him in seconds. Spider-Man, through instincts, put his arm in front of Damian and pushed him back a couple of steps behind him, getting into a fighting stance. Danny was hard to fight on a normal day. He was impossible to fight when he had Venom wrapped around him.

Right as Venom-Danny swung with an ecto-charged tentacle, Damien pushed Spidey's head down, leaning backward as he did so. The tentacle missed them by millimeters.

It was more sudden than a change of seasons. Damian's whole demeanor changed, going from kind of shy to hyper-focused in a matter of seconds. He gripped the back of Spider-Man's clothes and threw himself and Spidey to the side, almost a while second before Venom-Danny swiped at them again, right where they had been standing. Fury, on the other side of the monster, was shooting. Spider-Man webbed up the gun, making it useless. It was only making Venom-Danny mad, and it could possibly hurt the person inside-his best friend.

Damian got up again, rolling towards Fury and taking one of his small blasters and rolled away again as Venom-Danny batted at him again. Again and again, Damian was always one step ahead. Spidey even saw a small, triumphant smile on his face as he ducked and jumped all over the place before shooting at Venom-Danny. He missed, and it hit the wall, exposing all of the wiring. Fury yelled at him to give the gun to someone who actually knew how to use it, and Damian almost felt offended. Obviously he knew how to use it. There had been a 92% chance of Venom-Danny dodging it, which is what he had been counting on.

"I know what I'm doing," Damian said as he stepped to the side and tossed Fury his gun back. There was no way he could fight this monster hand to hand, but Spidey (who was being an excellent distraction at the moment) had told him of a way to defeat Venom and detach him from it host.

He ripped some of the cords out, instantly calculating which ones he was able to grab and which ones had the most power behind them. The cords sparked in his hands as he took several in each hand and stabbed them into Venom-Danny's side, making a huge hole in the goo. He saw Danny's white glove. If he grabbed onto it and tried pulling him out, there was a 43% chance of success. But he had to try anyway.

He reached out and gripped the glove, feeling a reassuring squeeze back, and pulled with one hand while trying to steady the cords with the other. He had to keep the opening, otherwise he would be caught in Venom as well. He was quickly calculating the chances of success, and they were quickly deteriorating. He grit his teeth and dropped the cords, letting them wiggle around in the air. Damian grabbed Danny's wrist with his other hand and pulled, sticking his foot onto Venom for leverage. Slowly but surely the white hair and pale skin showed itself. But without the electricity there was nothing stopping Venom from absorbing them both. The chances of success had depleted to almost zero as soon as he let go of the wires, and yet he was still not dead. How so?

Danny's head was all the way out now, all the needed was his legs and one of his hands. But he was awake and angry, and ready to fight. He twisted his hand out of Damian's grip and shot Venom with ice and ectoplasm, making the creature screech with pain. Danny managed to pull himself out of Venom, panting with the effort, and smiled at Damian.

"Thanks for the save," he said.

"The probability of getting him into the holding cell is about 38%, but with all of us I think we might actually be able to pull it off," Damian replied. Danny nodded and blasted Venom again. He stumbled back, almost running into Spidey.

Spider-Man webbed Venom's shoulder and used that as a tether to swing himself all the way around the alien several times-especially around the knees, before swinging to the side and letting Danny and Damian to charge and punch him back. Venom fell to the ground, and Fury quickly put up the barrier.

Venom wasn't going to get out anytime soon.

"Thank you," Danny said, clapping a hand on Damian's shoulder. "If it wasn't for you we wouldn't have won today."

"I'm happy to help," Damian replied, rubbing the back of his had sheepishly. "I mean, after all, what were the chances?"