Gwen… She just had to bring up Gwen, didn’t she? Her name leaving Ivy’s lips was enough to bring out another snarl, a louder snarl that would have done well at scaring off any vampires that were currently in the area. Venom was a frequent attacker of their kind and the sound of him never failed to keep most of them at bay. When he was draped in the slick black suit, he was threatening, a predator that others who held the title didn’t want to cross. If something caught his eye, Venom did whatever it took to take said thing out, and sometimes he put himself in danger to do that. There were instances when he let himself get hurt when trying to attack, kill or defend.
“If you ever go anywhere near Gwen, I won’t have to kill you, Ivy. I’ll string you up and refuse to leave you alone for days. When I set my sights on pummeling something into a world of pain, I can keep going for a long, long time. You can ask Spiderman all about that.” The name of his enemy— his second most important one— was spit out like poison on his tongue. Venom despised Spiderman. Venom would have loved to sink his teeth into the hero’s neck, would have loved to break it in his jaws. But it wasn’t Spiderman who was behind the raw, bristling anger.
No, he angered himself more than Spiderman could ever anger him. He angered himself because he had no control over what he did, over what he felt and who he lashed out against. Eddie didn’t want to be mean to Ivy. Ivy was his friend, one of his only friends. He cared about her, maybe as much as he cared about Gwen.
His muscles started to relax and the glower fell away from his face. Eddie’s influence stopped him from staying furious with her for long. Even though Venom was responsible for throwing out the threats, Eddie was still there. If he wasn’t, there would be no Venom at all. Venom was created from both Eddie and his symbiote and despite the symbiote being stronger, the human side did not disappear. He still had a say in what they did.
“We don’t want to hurt you.” His voice didn’t have the capability to be intensively soothing but it could be more placid when it was wanted that way, and it was achieved for her. Venom moved to be closer to her. His hand, smoothed over with the dark substance and the jagged pattern taking the form of webbing, reached out to run fingers down her face in a strangely fond gesture.