adarkflash (adarkflash) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-02-22 06:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: marvel comics, flash thompson, mary jane watson, plot: switch |
Who: bb Adam and bb MK
Where: Stark Penthouse
When: Almost exactly around the same time as this because bros be crazy in Marvel
What: Adam and MK meet up, Adam wears the suit. Bad things happen.
Warnings: Creepy stuff.
It was cold. Wind-whipping, wear five layers and still freeze kind of cold, but that was New York’s winter, right? Bitter and unforgiving and sometimes startling if you weren’t ready. And, MK wasn’t ready. She spent the first eighteen years of her life in the city, of course, but it had been years since she experienced a real winter. Probably since Seattle, honestly. She was the type of woman who loved warm weather and the sun despite her dreary outlook on life as of late. The sun that beat down on Las Vegas warmed her on the outside, made it easier to face the icy coolness that lined her stomach, pumped through her veins, and settled in her heart lately. The loneliness, of course, was pervasive and all-consuming, but maybe things would be different on this side of the door. Maybe Sam was right. Things could patch themselves up, and maybe, just maybe she could get a taste of real happiness that eluded her ever since that fucked up Christmas party.
Adam had agreed to meet her. It made her sick to her stomach how excited she was, and that alone made her almost forget that she was currently eighteen again, in a different world from her own, and in desperate need of a fix. A drink, or a pill, or something to keep her mind from racing like it was and her body from screaming out. She was certain, though, that all of that could be found upstairs in Tony Stark’s penthouse. So, with a scarf and puffy coat, she leaned against one of the doors of the main entrance and bounced in place and rubbed her hands together as she waited to try to keep herself warm. Mary Jane’s clothes thankfully fit her pretty well, as the girls both were similarly shaped and sized, and she had chosen a pair of skinny jeans, boots, and a sweater far more practical than the dress she had shown up in. She looked young, even if her green eyes carried a sort of heaviness not many eighteen year olds could even dream of. In fact, she looked as young as when Adam first knew her, if only a year or two shaved off. She hadn’t known him at eighteen, and she wondered briefly what he was like. Just as quiet, probably, and gangly, but all that thought only brought a hesitant, pained smile to her face before she glanced down the street to see if he was approaching.
Adam could have probably avoided MK in Vegas. He had been doing it pretty well so far and the urges he had to contact her were becoming further and further apart. But, being a teenager again was difficult for him, more difficult than it probably would be for anyone else in New York City. He didn’t like Sam, didn’t particularly care about school or meeting the Vegas-version of Peter Parker. He didn’t even really like himself that much at this age and he knew there was only one person who actually wanted to see him. MK. And, he nearly went without the suit for tonight, but the second he popped into Flash’s room it called to him. It made him think that while the rest of the people who tried to use the alien simply didn’t have the kind of resolve he did. They were all angry, emotional people and Adam could barely string a sentence together about how he felt or what he thought.
So, putting on the suit wasn’t even something he realized he was doing until it was too late. Suddenly, he was a shadow. A black, liquid figure that told him he was meant to wear the suit. That Flash would eventually fail where Adam could easily succeed. And, as he went slinking out of the window, compressing to nothing and then swinging across the dark city without being spotted even once, he felt like this was what he was supposed to do with his life all along. That their friend, the one who died in Seattle so needlessly would have lived if Adam was there in this suit and at his side. And, he remember his first night with MK at the hotel party. He remembered looking and feeling just like this, so why would she reject him now?
Behind MK, her shadow started to grow with the sound of dripping, thick liquid against concrete. It suddenly grew thin legs and arms of its own, pulling off the wall into a thin, tall figure so black it was hard to see in the dim city darkness. The only thing that stood out were titled oval white eyes, but no mouth or face to speak of. “MK.” It was Adam without a doubt, even though his voice seemed to be underwater and much younger than what she knew. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. Remarkable abilities.” He let one of his hands sprout what looked like a black, dripping bouquet of flowers.
MK wasn’t paying attention to anything behind her, leaning her head to the side to keep her eye on as much of the street as possible. As tough as any Queens girl could be, the little redhead couldn’t help the chill up her spine that she suspected wasn’t caused by the cold. Stark Tower resided in one of the safer parts of the city, but that didn’t mean midtown was safe at night, and it didn’t even take into consideration all the whacked-out bullshit happening. She wondered how much would be off-kilter now that the door spit Las Vegas residents into this alternate universe, but her thought process didn’t get far before she heard a voice behind her. Jumping, she turned around and immediately covered her mouth to muffle a scream.
It was Adam, and she recognized his voice even with the strange, watery drip of it. Still, she kept her mouth covered, and her heart raced for a long moment, and she stared at him with wide, wide green eyes. “Adam,” she said breathlessly, fearfully, after dropping her hand away. “I thought you said--how do you know you can actually control it?” She looked scared and pursed her lips, but the fear wasn’t for herself. It was for him. She, too, remembered that party where they first connected, and he reminded her so much of that shadowman that night her heart stopped its beating. Her stomach lurched with ache and apprehension. But, without a second thought, she stretched her fingers out to touch the black goop clinging and dripping and moving.
The muffled scream and wide, green eyes didn’t surprise him, but his body seemed to lurch back a little as if it were to tumble away in the darkness. “Made it here in one piece, didn’t I?” Adam’s watery voice hit a sort of happy tone that was unusual for him. Even when the tall, thin blonde man smiled there was always a hint of seriousness and control behind it. But, here he seemed elated like a teenager who just got their driver’s license. Adam wanted to show her, wanted to prove that he could handle something that was such a challenge for Flash. That his months with Pym were just practice for something like this. And, maybe he wanted to seem impressive the first time she saw him after the breakup. Being an awkward, dorky thirty-something was difficult enough, but as a teenager it was kind of unbearable.
When she touched the black goop it felt warm and buzzed with invisible energy. Part of it clung to her, exploring the tip of her fingernail before retracting with a wobble. “Young, MK. Remember it.” Adam said after a moment, trying to understand why he couldn’t feel her through the goop. It was like trying to touch someone’s hand through plastic wrap and though he tell her, the lack of sensation scared him. Nothing with MK was ever muted or dull. Even the smallest glance of her fingers or touch made him feel alive. Still, it was a small price to pay for so much power. “Miss being this old? Hated it.”
“You did,” MK agreed, and though she frowned deeply, her eyes flickered with something bright. Impressive pride maybe because, okay, that was really cool, wasn’t it? She couldn’t help being a little impressed, especially being a reckless little teenager again who didn’t know the difference between stupid and really stupid. That wasn’t to say the modern-day, Las Vegas-side MK wasn’t just as reckless. No, the adult redhead just chose to do the stupidest, most dangerous things she could, but the teenager standing before the looming tower of man and goop felt a lurch of fear, upset, and a bubbling of thrilled excitement. Mary Jane chided her, trying to remind her that no, this wasn’t good, but as usual, the other redhead paid no mind.
She watched the black venom creep up her finger slightly before slipping away just as quick, and the electric shock stung a little. But, in a fascinating, electrifying way that made her brain go dizzy for a split second. A girl used to teetering off the edge loved any sort of feeling, especially one that reminded her she was actually alive. Pain, pain was good, and pain from Adam fed a sickness that overwhelmed her. “It wasn’t that long ago,” MK teased lightly, and his next question dragged her lips down to another frown. “Me too. I hate this so much. I think everyone who was teenagers over there are ones over here, and it sucks. Being eighteen is the fucking worst.”
The black goop covering his face stretched into a small smile that was barely outlined before flattening back to just the smooth frame. It made him seem like a doll, a mannequin who could talk back. “Feels like a lifetime ago.” He corrected her, suddenly feeling vulnerable just standing here under Stark’s penthouse. His venom skin bubbled and then slunk back against the wall, forming to the nearest shadow of a streetlamp. Adam’s white eyes shrunk a little into the thinner frame and blinked at her, listening. It occurred to him how strange this felt, how the Venom suit put a sort of physical distance between them even though they were so close. He thought that had to be one of the reasons why he was wearing it. That she sort of scared him in a way that teenager Adam couldn’t deal with.
“Thought it’d make things simpler. Flash seems to have it so simple compared to us.” Adam’s voice lingered a little on the us because it had been a long time since he used it to describe MK and himself. It felt right, though. And, he missed it. He missed having someone to count on that didn’t always treat him like an awkward saint. “Go inside? Must be cold. Look cold. Can’t tell, Venom is warm.”
That smile chilled her spine, and if she wasn’t bundled up, he would see the goosebumps raised on her arms. It was eerie, standing here and knowing that was Adam, but seeing only the looming presence of this alien symbiote. But, then the venom slunk away, and MK smiled at the younger Adam standing in front of her. She didn’t know him before Seattle, when he was this young and carefree, but she knew it was Adam. She begrudged the suit keeping them apart and wanted nothing more than to be able to really touch him, but it seemed inappropriate. Even if she so desperately wanted it that her head went woozy. She shrugged. “Does it feel simpler? They haven’t seen what we have. I don’t know. MJ had--has a home life like mine was. But they do all have it easier, don’t they?”
She nodded, and her gloved hand stretched out for a moment to grab his, but she snatched it back just as quickly. Instead, she busied herself with pulling out her key card and swiping it through a door near the entrance. The lobby was still lit, and the security guard approached her immediately. She quickly spun some tale about needing to collect some things for her boss. He took a look at her ID, nodded, and ushered them to the elevator, where JARVIS greeted them over the PA system in his polite, clipped British tone. "Penthouse?" MK asked, wariness over all this going so smoothly clear as day. And, when she got a Certainly, Ms. Robinson and the elevator began to move, she cocked an eyebrow at Adam before looking at the ID. Huh. "It's me," she said to him and held out the card. Instead of Mary Jane's info, MK's picture, name, and title emblazoned across the piece of laminated plastic. "Weird." But, she seemed nonplussed, especially with Adam so close to her. She shrugged again as the elevator halted and opened to the penthouse. "How does it make you feel? The venom." She waved a hand around him and fought back a frown.
Adam turned as she opened the door, grabbing the edges of his masked face and pulling at the black goop until it stretched off with a hissing resistance. Once the hood was off, it looked like was simply wearing some kind of runner’s outfit that was slimmed to his already slight frame. He could have snuck around the security guard, but with cameras everywhere and the fact that it would appear she was talking to a shadow, he decided to not risk it. See? He could be logical about the Venom suit where Flash probably wouldn’t. Adam’s features weren’t all that different from his already boyish looks as an adult, but his eyes seemed a little clearer and there wasn’t any sign of stress around his mouth or forehead. Still, there was trouble brewing in his expression. More trouble than the cold, calculated man he’d turn into.
He pressed his back against the elevator and shrugged. “Absolute control over every movement. Distant. Have to focus hard on everything around me.” Adam told her honestly, though looked like he still hadn’t figured out the specifics of the suit itself. “Makes me feel worthy. Good word for it. Worthy.” To even the most casual observer, one thing was obvious. The complex Adam had as an adult of never being good enough or being destined to sit on the sidelines was amplified by a thousand as a teenager.
He looked younger, a little happier or at least with less stress, and that brought a bright, genuine smile to MK’s face. It did feel like ages ago, being eighteen, and she could only imagine what it felt like for Adam. They had both lived such hard, fast, trying lives between their teen years and where they were on the other side of the door, and yes, most days the brats on this side of the door had it so fucking easy. Maybe this strange flip-flop would be okay. Maybe it was the chance they all needed to start over again. Happiness could just be around the corner if she were so lucky. But, she still itched for a drink or a hit of something, and she would have to look into fixing that later. For now, she stepped forward towards Adam and scrutinized his boyish face and clear eyes with her tired green ones. Her fingers reached out and tugged against the fabric of that jumpsuit, black and eerie and so wrong.
“Do you feel good in it?” MK asked, a little more mature than an eighteen year old should sound, but MK had always been older on the inside. Mary Jane rattled in her brain, telling her how bad Venom could be, but the other redhead didn’t know about people really dancing with danger for fun. For the thrill of it all. To feel something. All the little kids in this city, all these kids brought together through Spider-Man, didn’t know as much about pain as she and Adam did. She was sure of it. When the doors banged open, she took a backwards step into the massive penthouse, then a couple more steps. “Adam, that doesn’t sound--.” But, she cut herself off with a nervous lick of her lips. God, she had missed him, and she only wanted to bring him closer. “Mary Jane doesn’t approve,” she said with the slightest smile.
Once they were alone again, Adam had to fight the urge to put the hood back over his face. It felt safer that way, having the inky distance between them, but he didn’t want to disconnect from that familiar energy MK gave off. Venom would keep him safe, but it also put so many uncrossable emotional miles between him and everyone else that life sometimes didn’t even feel real. “Does feel good.” He confirmed, following after her and then looking up at the giant, impressive penthouse. “Like being in control.” But, she already knew that. Adam couldn’t handle himself if he didn’t have an overreaching amount of control over himself and most of the things going on in his life. It explained why he had difficulty keeping friends and was too wrapped up in himself to understand how much pain MK was in.
“Mary Jane has only seen Flash with Venom. Flash is inexperienced. Emotional. Angry all the time. In his head, know he is.” Adam was being unfair, but he was too young to really care. Flash barely talked to him anymore, especially since the switch, so what did he care if he bad mouthed the brony a little? “Doesn’t she give you enough problems on her own? Constantly badgering you, surely. Nuisance.”
MK feared that he would simply slink away the second they were really alone. Realize his mistake in meeting her and break her down all over again. But, he didn’t, and she found herself greedily excited about the whole thing. This was like a maddening taste of what she had missed, and oh god, did she miss him. She missed him every moment she wasn’t drowning in booze and pills, and having him here now made her little teenage heart ache even more. It hurt so much she almost wanted to cry, but teenage MK was far better at hiding those pesky emotions that crippled the older Maddie Kate Robinson. That didn’t mean all that love and aching and pain didn’t claw at her insides, of course. They did nothing but do that.
And, she knew he liked feeling in control just as much as she liked feeling out of control. It was one of their many fundamental problems, their polar opposite lifestyles and how selfish they could be in all of it. She didn’t feel as sad on this side of the door, though, for some reason. Maybe because this was an escape. A little bizarre vacation from reality and stepping into the life of an eighteen year old. Speaking of. “Yeah, she’s a fucking pain in the ass,” MK said of the other redhead with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “She’s nosing around in all my goddamn business. As if she understands or something, right? She thinks she knows better, but she doesn’t. Just like everyone else.” She didn’t realize how adolescent she sounded then, but she was close enough. Fit thrown like she was throwing a tantrum to her parents about how unfair it was that they wouldn’t stay out of her life.
“Drink?” she asked, eyebrow quirked as she strolled over to the bar. She had only been here a couple of times with Ms. Potts, but she could spot that thing a mile away.
The offer of a drink, something that would have been so innocent with anyone else rumbled in the back of his mind. If she was watching, the black ink along his arms bubbled for just a moment in tiny little spikes before smoothing back down. It was kind of insulting, wasn’t? Her drinking, that constant splotch of booze on the journal, that go to cure that divided them to the point of near-resentment. Here she was just shaking it right in front of his face. And, he had to bite back a hiss that started from the hood of his suit instead of his actual throat. “Need it? Always need it around me?” Adam asked with a familiar coldness, blue eyes intent on her without faltering or apologizing. He didn’t catch the irony either. That here he was in the Venom suit as a way to safeguard himself from her.
His hands reached for the hood without thinking, pulling the thing down over his eyes until his entire body was covered in the black goop again. Opening the white ovals that functioned as his eyes, he stretched his body away from her, a sort of slingshotting movement backwards onto a corner wall above her head. “Know what Sam said to me today?” Adam’s voice sounded more underwater than before and if she looked closely it almost seemed like the place his mouth should be was forming teeth. “Told me drinking is just you.” His voice slanted aggressively in a way it never had before. “Told her she was wrong. Hate it. Hate it.”
MK hadn’t thought about what offering a drink would mean to him in that careless, teenage way she was wont to do. Being eighteen only made it worse and made her more stupid about things. As she strolled over, she seemed a little more carefree, more like the redhead that lived in Seattle before all the insanity pummeled the whole of them both. Before Briggs, before falling for her boy, before losing her boy. Before every single little bad thing that happened since she left her home at eighteen. The drink, suddenly, wasn’t about numbing pain. Well, not all of it anyway. It was young and friendly and without much malice, at least in offering. Maybe a nip of it was about burying herself away. Keeping herself distant like the suit kept himself numb from her, too.
She tensed at his accusation, mouth deepening low into a hurt little expression. “No,” she said, or snapped, or whatever, and she crossed her arms over her chest, not completely aware of what he was doing until it was too late. She looked in mild horror as he transformed into a slinking shadow, and she did spot the growing teeth there. She balked, but she found herself arrested in the spot. Whether from terror or fascination, she couldn’t tell exactly. “Maybe she’s right. Maybe Sam knows me better than any of you do now.” And she wished that wasn’t true, but it felt like that more and more every day. Her lips wobbled in just the slightest sense of fear, but MK wasn’t anything but stubbornly, stupidly resilient. “You want her to be right, don’t you? So you don’t feel like it’s all your fault.”
The black, dull teeth that formed from his mask sharpened into a shark white. His mouth opening a little and expanding at such a slack, unnatural way. Adam wasn’t aware of it, could barely focus on anything but the pain MK caused him. The guilt. Yes, she was right. He felt so guilty even if he had convinced himself all of this couldn’t have been his fault. “I want you to get better.” He told her, voice hissing like steam and mouth so wide it barely moved with his words. His thin frame turned absolutely skeleton, to the point where it was hard to believe there was skin or flesh under all that goop. His white eyes narrowed, unblinking and watching. “Know you better than her. Know you better than anyone else.” He demanded as if he wanted it from her instead of actually knowing it for certain. They missed each other, but had it been so long that they completely lost sight of who the other person was?
Venom crawled, long stretching, dripping limb after the other down the wall and across the room at her. It compressed against the floor, flat as a shadow before bubbling back up at her feet to form a dark, familiar silhouette. The teeth hung open, a bright red tongue unraveling from the darkness inside as his frame grew at least a couple more feet above her. It felt good to make her afraid. Like he could finally have an effect on her that she couldn’t brush off or drink away later. “Maybe you’re tired of blaming yourself.” Adam’s voice was gone, distorted and oily from Venom. It wasn’t cold, if anything it seemed too close and heated. “Want to blame me? Do it. Perfect opportunity.” A black, dripping hand with claws more than fingers reached out for her, wrapping around her arms in spirals of ink. And, from the back of Adam’s head, Flash started kicking.
The venom scared the shit out of MK, and she tried not to let her poker face slip while she stared. The inky drip of his voice sent electric chills down her spine, those teeth had her nauseous, and she stumbled back to avoid the advancing goop. But, to no avail at all. It crawled closer and closer, off the walls and across the floor, and she skittered back to lean against the bar. The words stung more than she cared to admit. That he knew her. “If you know me so well, why would you leave me?” The accusation slipped through her lips before she could bite it back, and though she looked resilient facing the monster Adam transformed into, she regretted saying anything at all. Still, when fear shook her, MK still rambled on. “None of you get it. Do you know what it’s been like the past couple of months? The past year. No, you don’t! But whatever. You can blame it all on me to make yourself absolved of it all. Wren and Luke do the same thing.”
She stared at the dripping frame hovering over her, and finally, finally, there was a flicker of real fear across her face. “I thi-.” But, she cut herself off with a stammer and watched the inky black slip up her arm as she held her breath. It didn’t slip across her skin, the layers that fought the cold now fighting away the symbiote’s advances, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel it somehow. It felt wrong and scary, but for some reason she didn’t pull away. Maybe she couldn’t, or maybe she thrived off her own fear.
A loud hiss gurgled from the back of Venom’s throat as the black goop swirled up her arms, around her body and threatened to just swallow her up. Maybe Adam tried to talk, tried to get back on the merry-go-round of all their problems being hashed out again and again without any resolution. But, the only thing that came out were shrieking alien noises that were like glass over metal. The creature expanded, more licking black ink than human now as its long, red tongue slithered almost gently across her cheek. And, just as it was about to gurgle out another screech, it suddenly splashed backwards in a large, melted puddle. The ooze stretched across the carpet, occasionally showing a hand or maybe a shoulder before a much larger frame built like some kind of hellish football player emerged.
“Get me something to wear.” Adam’s voice, but undoubtedly Flash behind it. While the black goop still licked around him angrily, Flash managed to pull himself towards the penthouse bathroom, yanking the goop off Adam in chunks and handfuls until it formed itself back into a harmless looking black bodysuit. Taking the thing off and hanging it (almost comically) over the towel rack, he peeked his head out of the bathroom. “Sorry he’s such a fucking moron.” Flash shouted, exhausted, but strangely in control.
The black inkiness felt slick and cold as it began to seep through her clothes and slither across her pale skin. She stared in wide-eyed, open-mouthed horror, and it took her all her might to hold back a scream building in her chest. A sick, sick part of her brain reveled in the pain and fear that bled through her, but this? Oh, this was too fucking much. She was about to be swallowed whole by the monster her ex morphed into in front of her eyes, and she felt so fucking helpless about all of it. As helpless as she felt with Briggs or Alexander, and that caused her to try to tug away hard, as hard as she could, but the goop only licked back fiercer. And, that tongue across her cheek caused her to shake so violently she nearly collapsed. Resigning herself to whatever was going to happen, it almost felt poetic. Losing herself in Adam once again.
But, she was released, and she didn’t know in that moment whether she was happy or angry about that. She fell to her knees with a loud, sobbing scream though, and she looked so vulnerable and young at that moment. Like the little girl who came to Seattle was. Sure, MK knew of heartache and trouble before she came to the rainy city, but nothing like what she knew now. She felt sick to her stomach staring at the hulking mass of goop and didn’t move when not!Adam barked orders at her. She hid her face in her hands and sobbed until he poked his head out of that bathroom. “You’re sorry?” she snapped, angry at an apology so simple, and her head snapped up to look at him. “I get violated by that thing, and you’re just sorry because he’s a fucking moron? What the fuck!” She felt the rumblings of a panic attack in her chest, and she breathed hard and heavy to keep herself from going dizzy just then.
“Excuse me?” Adam’s voice was suddenly much cockier, more aggressive with the influence of Flash pulling all the strings. “I just saved your fucking life, sweetpants.” He slammed the door, working hard to keep down his own anger at Adam and just the different levels of dumbass he could be sometimes before marching out of the bathroom to get away from the suit. Flash could handle it most of the time, but controlling Adam and resisting the ink was a little too much for him to handle. Dressed in just boxers, he started towards one of the bedrooms for some clothes so he could get the fuck out of there, but stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her having a break down. Flash didn’t like MK that much, seeing her as a sort of twisted future for MJ if she ever really got messed up, but he still felt a little guilty for this. Venom was his monster after all. And, he should have fought Adam harder when he tried to play with it.
“Yo.” The skinny, tall Adam seemed so strange talking like a fratboy. “We won’t let him have the suit anymore, okay? We’ll keep it here. You’re the only one with a card.” And, maybe that was a lot of responsibility for someone as fucked up as MK, but Flash figured it had to be a little reassuring, too. He stood there for another awkward second and then hustled off towards the bedroom to look for old clothes that Stark left behind. They were going to fit weird, but at least it was something.
MK didn’t register at first that it wasn’t Adam speaking, even with the massive monster of goop towering over her in a way it hadn’t earlier, but the choice of words, that made her know it wasn’t Adam there anymore. Physically, yeah sure, but Flash had to have taken him over. She didn’t think the word sweetpants was even in the good doctor’s vocabulary, and had it been under other circumstances, she might have laughed seeing the words pass through his lips. The gruff, bro-ness of his voice, however, removed any sort of doubt that it wasn’t Adam in control anymore. She stared as Flash walked across towards the bedroom, and her entire frame still trembled with a deafening mix of panic and adrenaline.
“What?” she asked stupidly, the sound of her own heartbeat the only thing she could hear for a moment, and then she blinked once, twice, three times at the skinny, almost naked teenage frame before her. “He’s gonna hate me, Flash. More than he already does.” Her eyes looked angry and hurt at the same time, as if looking for Adam’s love and approval was all she wanted in the world at that moment. “He won’t forgive me if I keep it away from him.” But, she knew he was right, and she sighed. “Fine,” she agreed, biting her lips as she doubted herself even then, and she sat on the floor a moment longer before pushing herself to her feet. The redhead didn’t follow Flash!Adam to the bedroom though, but instead stood outside the bathroom to stare at the suit hanging over the rack. It looked so innocuous in that moment, like it hadn’t just tried to suck the life right out of her, and that made her even angrier.
“You can’t let him try to trick me into it,” she said, turning her head away and stepping towards the bedroom again. “You can’t because I know he can. I know he’ll be able to if he says the right stuff.”
A loud, loud groan echoed from the bedroom as Flash became completely and utterly fed up with this daytime television drama bullshit. How was it possible that some nerd could get so wrapped up in a thing that the teenager could barely get his head around it. Jealousy, death, kidnapping, torture. The list went on. Their problems were mature, too mature for Flash and he was exhausted just thinking about them. “I won’t let him hurt you. Or fucking anyone else.” The teenager promised, stepping out of the room in some pants that were too wide but also wwaaayy too short and a workout sweatshirt of the same design. Flash flapped his arms like yeah I know this looks terrible and put on some poorly fitting flip flops. This was going to be the coldest, most embarrassing walk of shame imaginable.
“Don’t touch it, okay? Keep it in there. Don’t even use that bathroom.” Flash warned like they were talking about a bear as he teetered over to her. Keeping Adam down was a lot easier now that the suit was off and he knew he fucked up. He gave her a very stern look that was all tough guy football player behind the wide blue eyes and angelic face. “You two shouldn’t talk to each other.” He advised, though something in his voice sounded like he knew it was a lost cause. If little red couldn’t get through to MK, Flash sure as hell wasn’t going to.
If MK wasn’t shaking from some twisted sort of PTSD caused by the venom’s attack, she might have laughed at the scrawny teenager’s appearance. He did look ridiculous but then again, none of this was normal. She did manage a quiet splutter, but bit back a question at his appearance. He didn’t need her poking at him, especially when, yes, he had just technically saved her life from being sucked away by some fucked up alien symbiote. “Thanks,” she whispered, and offered him a quick flash of a smile. Even if she didn’t believe he’d be able to help in the end, at least he was promising to try. And, yeah, she felt a little guilty making a pact with Adam’s alter, but he had just tried to kill her. She was allowed to want to protect herself.
The tough expression was foreign across his face, too, and she knitted her eyebrows together as she tried to make it fit in her head. “Believe me, I don’t want to touch that fucking thing.” Even if she felt a strange, inexplicable fascination. “I’m not coming back here. I’d rather keep staying with her deadbeat fucking parents than be near that thing.” Maybe she would have one party here, though, and she could just tuck the suit away when that happened. She offered him a look, one that said his doubt was right, and she bit her lip. “I just wanted to make sure he was okay, Flash. Okay? Yeah. Okay. I didn’t know he was going to wear the suit. I told him not to.” Over her shoulder, she glanced at the opened bathroom door and felt that nauseated fear bubble up in her again.
Flash shrugged Adam’s bony, weak little shoulders. “Haven’t you noticed that it doesn’t fucking matter what you tell him? He’s going to do whatever he wants anyway.” He sighed, his tone hitting something close to sympathetic before he gestured towards the door. “I don’t know how much longer I can control this asshole, let’s get going.” So, okay, MK didn’t deserve to see a full on Venom freakout that was basically on the same scale as the time he nearly killed his dad. It didn’t matter how much he didn’t like the girl or thought she was just doom on legs, no one should have to almost get their face eaten off by Venom.
In the back of the brony’s head, Adam started to ask very politely for control back. He swore that the thing with the suit was a fluke and he’d never wear it around MK again. But, Flash had made those kinds of deal with himself before. He had nearly gone out in his suit after the new Parker showed up. And, so the brony knew with all his heart that Adam was completely full of shit.