Re: log: carnage comes home
It felt like Gwen, leaning against him. Green eyes were just a blip, Peter could overlook that, and he opened his mouth to explain before Flash got the wrong idea—
But then Gwen's face melted.
He was horrified, wide-eyed and scrambling away, putting distance between himself and the thing in his bed. His BED. Carnage lunged and he realized how stupid he was, how so very stupid; of course it wasn't Gwen, he should've known better, what the hell was wrong with him? Venom reared his head and the room shook, and Peter knew he needed to do something but there was some kind of disconnect between his brain and his body. He was slow, like slogging through quicksand.
Fight, Venom—Flash?—said. Kill it. Fire. Sure, he'd just whip out his trusty flamethrower and get right on it! But— there were matches downstairs. A lighter. A fireplace. Maybe in the grand scheme of ideas it wasn't spectacular but Carnage and Venom fighting to the death in his bedroom wasn't perfect either. Okay. No way was the thing that killed Gwen winning this one. "Hey!" Snikt went his webs, and sure, he wasn't a big bad symbiote, but he was quick. This corner, that wall, the ceiling, he made sure never to pause, using his webs to pull and yank and trip Carnage up.