Re: Flash & Jake: Marvel late night
Jake didn't run. His knees were shaking and his fingers, and the can slid greasily into his palm, watery sweat collecting along the metal. He didn't recognize Venom, he didn't recognize a damn one of the superheroes except those who were in the few comics he'd gotten from relatives who'd wanted him to hush and be quiet when he was small at gatherings. The ones he'd liked were the real moody kind, the artwork daunting. But this wasn't a Watchman.
The hellbeast backflipped, and Jake's heart stuttered in his throat. "I'm n-not in a gang," and the words fought real hard on the way out but he said them anyway. What kind of a name was Venom? Something real poisonous, something that scared people silly this time of night.