Venom didn’t like the costumes, the superheroes who thought they knew everything when half the time they didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. Now of course, the only one he had experience with— the lucky one who had given him his opinions— was the Spider, the little insect who wasn’t as righteous as he made himself out to be. Thinking about him gave Venom a bad taste in his mouth and for a second he wished that he were here, wished that he could see him. He didn’t think it was very fair, that he was stuck, caged in and tied up while Spiderman was comfortable and happy at home, in a city that belonged to him.
Some people had all the luck, didn’t they?
He dropped the dead body and tilted his head, listened to the men swear under their breaths, heard the girl’s voice go away. Tilting his head back to look up at the new arrival, Venom was stricken with a sense of familiarity. The flying disk reminded him of the Goblin, the Goblin who he hadn’t meant to kill (accidents happen). The sight quieted him for a second, a moment that he spent staring, gawking, studying. The bolt of electricity straightened him up, ended his inspection of Static. He growled, bared his teeth like an animal, shook like a dog shaking away water.
He hadn’t been ready for an attack like that. Venom rose to his full height, more annoyed than he was hurt. This kid ran his mouth. Spiderman ran his mouth, talked and talked and talked until the world was ready to just give up and collapse into itself.
“You would rather insult us than do something worthwhile,” he said, voice low and husky, no snarls this time. “Here’s an idea for you. Why don’t you electrocute us— the ones who were actually helping— while our two rapists make a run for it?”
She didn’t know what to do with herself now, so she sat huddled against the wall, shaking and confused. She hadn’t thought that he’d be able to talk, or that he’d want to. Hearing him gave her hope that he could be civil, that maybe he’d let her go.