Re: log: carnage comes home
Flash didn't care if it walked like Gwen, talked like Gwen, quacked like Gwen, right now he was going to keep his gun on the blonde. And, if anyone in that torn up house didn't think he'd shoot the blue out of her eyes just for looking at him funny, they were in for a surprise. "You really shouldn't." He said and his voice was all soldier, all warning. He couldn't let himself believe this was his best friend, the girl he lost and everyone else was a lot better at mourning. The girl he said he loved, even if every other boy in her life was a lot better at showing it. Here, in the Parker residence, there was no love in his voice. "Carnage took your form and ended up in Peter's room. We just finished fighting it and I think Venom destroy what was left- but you're here and we need to figure out why the fuck that is."
Black slowly crawled across his face and as his own blue eyes vanished behind the goopy veil, she could see he wasn't fucking around. It was a look she might have witnessed him give other people, but never her. If she tried to run, he'd treat her like a criminal first and a friend second. And that was fucked up, he knew that, but he was trained by General Ross and that motherfucker would have done the same damned thing.