context: i saw venom 2, including That post-credits scene, and then the discord filled my head with fantasies of flash getting the venom symbiote at some point during nwh. boom, this ficlet was born
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Fact: Flash Thompson does not like Peter Parker.
Fact: Flash Thompson is Spider-Man's biggest fan.
Fact: Flash Thompson is… missing something.
Well, he's certainly missing an element of calm in his life, given that he's been scrambling around Queens for the past half hour trying to avoid death. Not a regular Tuesday, that's for sure. There was—There'd been this guy with clawed metal tentacles, a fucking lizard-man, and some other dude that Flash could swear was glowing electric blue and shedding sparks—it's almost too much for him to handle. And in all honesty, monsters and aliens and whatevers attacking New York isn't even uncommon. In fact, it's pretty much a monthly occurrence. But what's weird about today is that all of these bad guys seem to be going after Spider-Man. And as Spider-Man's number one fan, Flash feels obligated to lend a hand.
(Why is he thinking of Peter?)
The main problem, of course, is that Flash is decidedly powerless. No magic, no tech, no superintelligence, no nothing to help Spider-Man. Flash desperately needs to come up with a brilliant idea of assistance, and in a normal scenario, he's pretty sure he could, but right now he's a little distracted by the dozens of high-pitched sirens wailing around him and the chunk of concrete currently falling towards him from God knows where.
"Holy shit!" Flash yelps, all but flinging his body backwards into a side alley to avoid getting crushed. He slams into the brick wall, a groan escaping his lips as his knees buckle and he slides to the ground. It doesn't take long for Flash to decide, however, that he prefers this sharp ache at the base of his spine over death. Like, significantly prefers it. Even if his vision does go cross-eyed for a good two minutes.
When the world comes into focus once more, Flash notices that he isn't the only one seeking refuge in this alley from the battle on the other side of the way. At least, not exactly.
There is a dark, oozing mass beneath the dumpster to his left. Flash suspects he should be disgusted—horrified, even—by the squelching sounds the sludge makes as it shifts, and by the way the sludge observes him with such possessiveness despite lacking eyes, but he isn't. In fact, it's almost…
Familiar.
(Why is he thinking of Peter?)
Flash has made a lot of impulsive decisions in his life. His nickname didn't come about for no reason. But as his left hand reaches out toward the pile of black ooze, Flash isn't sure he's ever made a decision quite so impulsive as this.
The goo isn't cold, as Flash expected. No, it's warm, comfortably warm, and Flash thinks he should probably be disturbed about just how comfortable the pulsating mass is on his skin as it wraps around his hand. Next thing he knows, the black ooze has crawled up his arm and disappeared into his chest.
Hmm, a deep voice grumbles, and Flash inhales sharply, because that voice is definitely reverberating inside his skull. You are almost as perfect a match as Eddie. We will work just fine together.
Flash is pulled to his feet by an invisible force, renewed energy surging tenfold through his veins. He laughs, elated, because he realizes: this is it! This is how he can help Spider-Man!
The voice chuckles, a distorted sound that is both curious and… hungry. Really? You want to help Peter Parker?
Flash freezes, and his entire body goes numb as the memories come flooding back to him.
(Shit. That's why he's thinking of Peter.)
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would flash get all his memories back from pre-dr. strange's spell if someone mentioned peter was spider-man? is the spell even rooted in memory-alteration? i have no idea, but that's what i went with here, lmao. i hope you enjoyed!