Re: log: carnage comes home
Escaping Tony Stark's tower was not easy and Flash insisted on doing it alone. Pride was a fucked up thing like that. He had seen the Hydra agent assholes running through and he had to crawl all the way to his sleeping quarters to get to Venom before they could. Explosions, death and fire followed and Venom was a trembling mess once he got to the suit. He had to comfort it. Things were different now. He didn't know how to explain it, but the alien goop was different and if anyone else figured it out he'd probably have to keep it locked up like Carnage. But, Venom was his friend. Venom was the last thing that made sense anymore and he'd rather bond with the damned thing than lose it.
He put on the suit and made his way out of the tower to escape. Once down, he spent hours and hours working on recovery and making sure people were alive. He listened back to the comms, looked at the info about Carnage and cursed that he couldn't have been there to stop it himself. He figured Pete could give him a better run down of everything and if the two of them went after Carnage, they'd have a much better chance of succeeding.
So yeah, he was already on his way over to Pete's by the time his phone buzzed with a message. Might be trouble wasn't really a great descriptor (thanks Pete) but it made him swing a hell of a lot faster. Only minutes after the message was sent, Flash was at Peter's front door. No one home except Peter upstairs. He couldn't even sense the would-be Gwen Stacy, so maybe the threat had passed? Venom turned to liquid, seeping through under the door like black tar and silently snaking up the stairs to Pete's room.
He formed with the sound of water and goo globbing together, standing in the doorway in his hulking football player from hell form. He saw Gwen. He saw Peter. He could only fucking sense one of them. "Hell is going on here?" His white eyes didn't change, his voice was like liquid sliding across glass.