“Coming Home” (aka LTBC missing end scenes)
Eddie and Venom flee the country and figure out what exactly they mean to each other aka the Honeymoon Fic.
The missing scenes from after the Carnage showdown through the Beach Scene.
Symbrock - T - AO3!
Chapter 1 of 2
An airplane, Eddie! Never been on an airplane.
“If they haven’t frozen my credit cards yet. I don’t know if the airline will take cash.”
And if we can’t buy tickets?
The airport’s automatic doors whoosh open as they step inside. It’s almost empty at this time of night, a lonely expanse of closed fast food counters and scuffed gray floors that reek of antiseptic. “Then we head for the border.”
Canada?
“Mexico.”
Churros!
“And from there someplace without extradition.”
But his credit cards are still working, a small stroke of luck. It’s been hours since She-Venom broke him out of prison, and he’s been hoping the police have been too busy with cleanup to put two and two together regarding the decapitated Cletus, Carnage’s prison break, the She-Venom breakout, and the Venom sightings near Eddie’s building.
It’s only a matter of time, though.
Anne will be hauled in for questioning, but she’ll be fine now that Venom is back with him. But if Eddie is caught, they’ll figure it out, and if they figure it out—
Still time to turn back, Eddie, Venom says as Eddie buys tickets for San Conception.
“And have you burn through more hosts? I don’t think so.”
A twinge of shame from the symbiote. Had no choice, Eddie.
You didn’t have to leave me, Eddie thinks, but he doesn’t want to open that door. “No more killing people on my watch, even by mistake.”
We didn’t enjoy it, Eddie, it insists. Venom switches between singular and plural pronouns for itself, still learning to be a semi-individual after a lifetime as part of a hive-mind. And we tried to leave them alive…changed hosts before it got too bad…
“No more swapping out hosts, got it?”
The lady behind the desk stares at Eddie. He offers a feeble grin.
“Practicing for a play,” he explains.
Like in Monsters Inc., Eddie! “Put that thing back where it came from—”
“Thank you.” Eddie accepts the tickets and heads for the waiting area. Unexpectedly, he'd been able to buy tickets for a plane going straight to San Conception, eliminating the need for a layover. “Great, we’re probably not some kind of watch list now. As if having no luggage wasn’t bad enough.”
Couldn’t go back home, Eddie.
“I know, I know. And you can make me all the clothes I need. Still, all my stuff…"
Mostly trash.
"Thanks, V."
Going to miss your weight set most, we’ll bet.
Eddie rolls his eyes and he puts his feet up on the seats. “I’m going to catch a quick nap.”
Should buy chocolate for the trip, Eddie. Also a magazine. And phone charger. And fresh underwear.
Groaning, Eddie hauls himself off the seats. Venom is right, of course. He hates to admit it, but the symbiote is right more often than not. At least when it’s not trying to eat people.
Eddie buys as much chocolate as he can without maxing out his credit cards, a toothbrush, and a phone charger, lingering in front of the various displays at one of the few stores still open in the terminal.
Don't buy a neck pillow, Eddie! I’ll be your neck pillow
Eddie smiles to himself. “I know, buddy. Anything else you can think of? Sunglasses? Going to be sunny in San Conception.”
I’ll be your sunglasses!
“You can do that?” Eddie asks as he picks up a pack of Hanes at the next booth.
Can do lots of things, Eddie…
“It’s okay, you know. You don’t have to keep proving how useful you are. I made my choice, and those tickets are non-refundable, so…”
“Sir?” The clerk shoves his receipt at him. “I know I’m useful. You don’t have to convince me.”
A faint feeling of amusement from Venom, mixed with another emotion Eddie can’t identify. Can make you a Bluetooth, Eddie, so people don’t you’re crazy all the time.
“You can do that? So all this time—”
Was funny, Eddie.
“Oh, for the love of—” Eddie rubs his temples. “Great joke, V. I’m laughing on the inside.”
I’m inside, and you’re not laughing.
Eddie shakes his head as lies back down on the seats. The symbiote has gotten a better grasp on sarcasm and humor than when it first arrived on earth, but it’s not perfect.
Sleep, Eddie. Been a long night. Gently, Venom threads itself out of his shoulder in the shape of a warm, soft pillow, cradling his head and keeping his hair off the slightly sticky pleather. Will keep watch. Will wake you in time for the flight…
Eddie half-dozes but can’t sleep, mind still buzzing from the night’s events. Venom can put him to sleep if only Eddie asked, but Eddie doesn’t want to go down that road. He lies on the uncomfortable seats, struggling to put his thoughts in order, but they remain a jumbled mess of red tentacles and fire and What the hell just happened?? until his flight is announced.
The plane is surprisingly full for a flight going to a country run by a dictator, albeit a dictator who knows the value of tourist dollars. Eddie, wedged between the window and a plump older woman in a polka dot dress and stiff white wig, does his best to keep his breathing steady.
Almost like going home, Eddie, Venom says as the plane starts down the runway. I mean—
“You know we can’t go home, V.”
I mean—
“You mean that planet you came from?”
The woman next to him shoots him a puzzled look. “I beg your pardon?”
Eddie points at the ear she can’t see as if he’s wearing the Bluetooth Venom mentioned. “That’s not your home anymore, V.”
I know, it was just habit…
“We don’t have a home anymore.” Eddie is surprised at how insulted he is, given it was less than a week since he killed Venom out of his apartment. “If that’s a problem—”
Home is where we’re together, Eddie.
“That’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Venom stops talking.
“That was a joke—” Eddie starts to say, but then the plane is lifting off into the sky, the ground falling away through the small dirty window, and his anxiety spikes.
A small black tendril snakes out from where his hand is tightly gripping the armrest and closes the window shade.
Eddie swallows and shuts his eyes. “Thank you.”
You are welcome.
And then, I will tell you when we are in the air.
Eddie wants to apologize for making fun of Venom's being cheesy but doesn’t want to be the one to apologize again so soon after having to beg to get the symbiote back. “Thank you,” he repeats instead, and then, rubbing his thumb over the tendril holding the wobbly window shade shut, “I appreciate it.”
Venom perks up immediately. If Eddie is being honest, he rarely thanks the symbiote for anything. Eddie takes note of how quickly those three simple words cheered it up for future reference, slightly jealous. Eddie can stew in resentment for days, but the symbiote is far more mercurial, for better or worse. Ascent over, Eddie.
“That makes it sound like we’re about to crash!”
The plump old lady signals a stewardess. “May I get another seat, please?”
Venom chuckles. Nice view probably, Eddie. World looks nicer from high up.
“Don’t you dare open that window shade!...fine. Just a quick glimpse.” He peeks out the window at the green and brown tapestry beneath them as they fly down the coast. “Happy? Now it stays shut."
We’ll watch the plane land.
“Whatever. That’s hours and hours from now. But we need to discuss what exactly we’re going to be doing once we get there.”
Eating bad guys!
“V, we can’t just eat people—sorry, ma’am—” he starts as the woman next to him gets up. “V, stop laughing! This is not funny!”
Your opinion.
Eddie sighs, but he finds that he’s smiling a bit too, the symbiote’s amusement infectious. “We’re not going to eat bad guys.”
True. Better let them run around hurting people.
Maybe Venom is getting the hang of sarcasm, after all.
“Look, I’m just saying that…” He trails off.
The cops couldn’t take down Carnage.
Venom could.
Together they had saved the city.
Who knows what other threats are out there?
Threats someone like Venom can handle.
Innocents they can save together…
But on the other hand: extrajudicial murder is simply not a thing. Or rather, it shouldn’t be.
Eddie settles back. Later. He'll figure this all out later...
Tired, Eddie? A warmth over his eyes as Venom forms a soft snug sleep mask. I’ll keep you safe while you sleep.
“I don’t think there are any criminals on the flight, V.”
Venom sounds disappointed. Will wake you when they serve the meal.
“This is a bargain airline. We’ll be lucky if we get peanuts.”
Like in a movie! We like peanuts….
Wrung out, Eddie dozes off. He sleeps for a good ten hours, completely worn out by the events of the night. He wakes shortly before landing to a jouncing plane.
Just turbulence, Eddie, Venom says as Eddie hunches forward in panic. Look! I’m a seatbelt.
Eddie glances down. Venom has woven around his chest and waist. It makes him feel better, remember how Venom protected him during the last crash they were in. “Thanks, buddy. Have a good flight?”
Watched Devil Wears Prada, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, and Catfish. Lot of liars on that one.
“Not everyone can be inside each other’s heads 24/7.”
Lying is not okay, Eddie.
“I never lied to you, you know that.”
Not telling someone something is a form of a lie. Sometimes necessary, but…
“Yeah, I know, but you can see everything that happened to me before we joined, and you’ve been with me since then.” Venom, he’s learned, can only read his memories up till their bonding. A bit embarrassing, having someone privy to every detail of his spectacular failures and most intimate moments, but somehow it’s not like having another human have access to his innermost thoughts. It’s not like Eddie is thrilled, but…there’s a certain comfort in having someone accept you, choose you, despite knowing the worst of you.
I know… Venom sound hesitant, as if there’s more it wants to say, but then it gets distracted by the Hershey’s bar Eddie tears open.
Going to run out of chocolate fast, Eddie.
Eddie takes a bite, more to distract himself from the way the plane is jerking than out of actual need for the chemicals it contains. Cletus’s brain was far more satiating than any chocolate could ever be. “We’ll buy more.”
Will have frozen your credit cards by then, Eddie.
“I have cash.”
Not much. Will need for a hotel. Hotel with TV where we can watch our stories.
“Your stories. I don’t like that soap opera tripe.”
“Tripe? Tripe??”
“Sir?” It’s the flight attendant. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, uh, yes. Sure.”
Her smile is of the frozen variety. “We’ve received some complaints.”
Eddie looks over his shoulder. The plump old woman is sitting behind him, one eyebrow raised.
“I’ll try to keep it down.”
“Thank you.” The flight attendant moves off.
I don’t think the old lady in the polka dots likes you.
“Like us.”
A twinge of pleasure from Venom. We should give her our pretzels.
Eddie opens the packet of pretzels the attendant had left while he slept. “We will do no such thing. I haven’t had a decent meal since you bit Cletus’s head off.”
We bit his head off.
“I wasn’t going to…oh, forget it.”
Wish they had peanuts here.
“We’ll buy some in San Conception, buddy.”
Need to conserve money, Eddie.
Eddie empties the bag into his mouth. “I can get a job, I guess.”
If we bite heads—
“V, we can’t just pop people’s heads off—sorry, ma’am—” he starts as the woman behind him gives a horrified little exclamation. “V, this is not funny!”
Your opinion.
Eddie sighs. "No heads."
Eddie, you promised we could eat anyone we want if we fought Carnage!
“I know, but…”
You said you never lied to us, Eddie.
“You set me up!”
Maybe.
Eddie sighs. “How long do you think this chocolate will last?”
Forget the chocolate, Eddie . Venom’s voice is almost seductive. Think of the brains. Think of iZombie, Eddie. Looked delicious.
Eddie rubs his temples. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you watch that show.”
Brain spaghetti! Brain pizza! Scrambled eggs and brains! Chocolate-covered brains!!
“We’ll see,” says Eddie, the best he can do without lying to the symbiote.
How much cash do we have left, Eddie?
“About a thousand bucks.”
Would have had more if you hadn’t bought a new TV, Eddie.
“I wouldn’t have had to buy a new TV if you hadn’t—”
Alright, alright! Bygones.
“But you know you can’t do that kind of thing anymore, right?”
Watch TV? Bored while you sleep, Eddie.
“I mean throw my things out the window like a woman in a trashy soap opera and set fire to my things on the lawn.”
You mean filthy alley.
“It was a metaphor.”
A bad one.
“Violence is not okay, got it? Here on Earth, that’s…It’s…like…you know.” For all that he loves words, loves writing, they have a way of failing him when he speaks. "Not okay."
Didn’t mean to hurt you, Eddie. Was hungry.
“Dude, you broke my nose. Twice.”
You knocked my teeth out. We both heal instantly—so—
“That’s not the point. If we’re going to do this, we need to work together.”
Would never let you really get hurt, Eddie. I healed you. Wasn’t myself. When we’re hungry I can’t control myself, and also—
It stops.
Eddie waits for it to finish that thought, but it seems hesitant.
Well, it’s an awkward conversation to be having.
“Not an excuse, buddy,” Eddie says, taking pity on the symbiote. “Look, we’ll work on it. I know you’re not human, but you have to meet me halfway on human conventions. I’ll make sure you’re well-fed, and—”
Something kicks him from behind.
“Hey!”
That little old lady has finally had it, Eddie.
But the old lady has disappeared, replaced by two children. A little boy leans over the top of the seat, tangling his lollipop in his hair while his sister kicks Eddie’s seat.
“Why are you talking to yourself?” asks the boy as he digs his candy deeper into Eddie’s hair.
“Stop—hey! Stop that—”
See, Eddie? Like little hors d’oeuvres—
“No! We do not eat children!”
Just a joke, Eddie. Though it would stop the kicking.
The little girl pokes her face between the seats. “Why are you talking to yourself?”
Her brother jabs Eddie’s head with the lollypop’s stick. “Can I have some of your candy?”
Eddie moves the bag onto his lap. “Where are your parents?”
“They said, ‘Go be someone else’s problem.’ ”
Eddie is torn between wanting to pull a Venom face to scare them off and feeling sorry for them, annoying as they are. He knows exactly what it feels like to be neglected by a parent.
“Fine. Only if you promise to stop kicking the seat.” He hands them each a Snickers bar. Not a ton of chocolate on those, anyway. “Deal?”
“Deal!” They disappear back into their own seat.
Nice thing you did, Eddie.
“Yeah, well…” He sets the bag back on the seat beside him. “We can always eat them later if they start kicking the seat again.”
So—
“We are not eating people!”
Bad guys aren’t “people,” Eddie.
“Oh, not this again—”
The seatbelt sign lights with a ding.
“Oh, dammit—”
Under his shirt, Venom slides over his back and chest, squeezing him gently.
With anyone else other than Anne, Eddie would be embarrassed by his fear, but not with Venom. He begins to hyperventilate as the window shade vibrates open, and a thin black tendril whips out, holding it shut. Something touches his hand—it’s Venom, covering his hands, smooth black fingers enveloping his as he holds tight to the cracked armrest.
Got you, Eddie. Won’t let anything happen to you. Deep breaths, Eddie…
Eddie closes his eyes and, barely noticing what he’s doing, removes one hand from the armrest, turning it to squeeze Venom’s talon as tightly as possible.
He’s fine. He’ll be fine. He’s flown dozens of times before. Next time he flies he’ll have time to fill a prescription for Ambien, but for now, he has Venom, Venom will protect him if—
A memory of falling, of fire, of the rocket exploding around him.
Safe, Eddie. Safe with us…
The airplane shudders beneath them as if about to fall apart and then they’re bouncing over the tarmac, a dingy run-down airport visible through the row of windows across from him.
See, Eddie? Safe! We did it!
Eddie looks down, notices he’s gripping Venom’s hand, and lets it go with a twinge of embarrassment. “Yeah, V. You landed the plane yourself, huh?”
Probably could, if we needed to!
Eddie rolls his eyes, heartbeat slowly returning to normal, probably through Venom’s intervention. “Sure, pal.”
Played that simulator at the arcade! Shot down Darth Vader’s X-wing!
“Uh-uh.” Venom’s seatbelt tentacles slide off of Eddie, and Eddie rises. Out of habit, he reaches towards the overhead compartment before realizing he doesn’t have any luggage. Venom grabs the chocolate bag from the seat before Eddie can forget it.
Eddie knows he shouldn’t, but he gives the kids one last candy bar each.
Should give some to the little old lady, for putting up with you, says Venom as they pass her.
“Putting up with us,” says Eddie, earning him one last disapproving look from the old woman.
It takes them two hours to find a cab and a hotel room, a seedy dive barely better than sleeping in the airport. It’s dark when they finally lock the door behind them and sit on the lumpy, creaky bed covered in questionably clean sheets Eddie would prefer not to think too hard about.
He lies down with a sigh. It’s already too hot, the humidity oppressive.
Venom emerges from his shoulder, grinning black head bobbing beside him. Its faint British accent is more pronounced when it’s outside his body, its voice even deeper and somehow more dignified. Unlike when it speaks inside his head, it doesn’t drop as many connector words, as their thoughts are less connected when it’s outside him and it tries to be clearer to compensate.
“I can lower your body temperature, Eddie. Make you more comfortable.”
“I’d prefer for you not to mess around inside me, thank you very much.”
“Still tired?”
Eddie slips his shoes off and crawls under the covers. “Honestly, I don’t know what the hell I am.”
“It’s been a busy few days.”
Eddie snorts. “To put it mildly.”
“Not hungry yet, at least.”
“Small miracles.” Eddie glances at the chocolate bag on the floor. “How long do you think Cletus’s brain and the chocolate will last? You never answered my question.”
“I’m not sure.”
“Thanks.”
“You are welcome.”
Eddie closes his eyes.
“This better, Eddie?”
Venom’s liquid black goo has slid over his bare chest and arms. It’s soft and heavy and cooling, a comfortable weight around him, a reminder that he is not alone. “Like a weighted blanket, Eddie. Cool.”
Eddie mmms in acquiescence.
“Maybe you should sleep again, Eddie…I’ll keep you safe.” Venom turns on a telenovela, bumping down the volume and turning on the closed captions. It’s learned Spanish from Eddie’s memories, but it has an excellent memory for things it cares about, and it’s taught itself a variety of other languages while he’s slept, partially through downloading a half-dozen language apps to his phone and partially through foreign soap operas and reality shows.
Eddie lets his mind drift.
He should process the last few days. He knows this. Knows the longer he puts it off, the worse it’s going to get.
But there’s too much information to unravel all at once. He’ll have to tease the knot out one thread at a time.
He picks the least personal one first.
Cletus.
Cletus’s head in his mouth. Crunchy on the outside, chewy on the inside, warm and tingly on his tongue…
The look on Cletus’s face—
“I wanted a friend, Eddie. A family. That’s all I’ve ever wanted…”
Shriek’s scream.
He remembers the dozens of bodies found at Rodeo Beach, the slaughter at the prison, and reminds himself that Cletus deserved it.
And Shriek—
Shriek had kidnapped Anne, he reminds himself. Not an innocent…
But not entirely guilty, either. And given the little he’s gleaned of her past, he can’t help but pity the woman.
They tried to kill us, he reminds himself, but he doesn’t like thinking about either of them.
Instead, he revisits the fact that the only way to stop Cletus was by killing him and Carnage. He doesn’t want to think about it, but it squirms itself into his brain and refuses to leave.
Along with the fact that Venom was right.
Some people do deserve to die.
People like Cletus, people like Carlton Drake.
And as for Annie…
For the first time since she’d announced her engagement, he’s able to think of her without a pang.
Anne is better off with Dan.
He knows this. He’s always known it.
Better off with nice, normal Dan, having 1.93 nice, normal babies and throwing nice, normal dinner parties and going to nice, normal PTA meetings and soccer games and bake sales.
A life he had almost had.
Anne, he realizes abruptly, had represented normalcy. A low-key, normal, uneventful life.
Venom represents the opposite.
Eddie wants to smack himself in the forehead.
So that’s why he had taken her engagement so hard.
It wasn’t the loss of Anne he had been mourning.
It had been the death of his chance for a normal life.
A future he never could have while bonded with Venom, one he had willingly rejected as they sat visiting Sonny and Cher at the Sancho Panza statue.
The question was, why had he chosen that future?
Venom had almost died saving Eddie from Carlton Drake's rocket, he tells himself, turning itself into a parachute at the last moment despite the danger to itself from the flames. Eddie owes it his life, and without Eddie, Venom would soon die, as proven by the dozen people it had left in the ER during their brief time apart.
That was all. A life debt.
Except this had not been what ran through his mind when he made his choice. It had been more gut instinct than anything else.
Well, it wasn’t like he had anything left in San Francisco. True, if the cops didn’t connect him to Venom, he could have made a fortune writing up how he had been kidnapped by Carnage. A series of articles diving deep into The Twisted Mind of Cletus Kasady – Read All About It! His career was already back on track, this would put it over the top…
But that was all: a career. And that, he realized suddenly, was no longer enough for him.
Venom tightens around him. Eddie reaches up, laying one hand on the smooth black goo, Venom cool against his palm.
Was it the power he wanted to retain? Was that why he had gone off with Venom? The fight with Carnage had brought back the thrill of the motorcycle chase when they had first bonded, the exhilaration of beating Riot and saving the day like an old-fashioned superhero.
Was that why things had gone so wrong between him and Venom towards the end? Eddie not letting Venom play the hero, the lack of excitement?
No, that wasn’t it. Venom and he had joined into their true form many times over the past year and a half, leaping from building to building to steal chickens or stop the occasional mugging, swinging from skyscrapers and climbing up among the stars.
Eddie had enjoyed it, despite his reservations and fear of heights, but that wasn’t why he’d chosen Venom.
So what was it?
Venom reaches a tendril across the room, drawing the tattered shades against the gritty streetlight. It glances over at Eddie to make sure the light hadn’t disturbed him before bumping the TV brightness down as much as possible on the old set.
Warmth fills Eddie’s chest at this gesture of care, followed by an ache of missing Venom despite their being together again.
It was like how he’d felt that time he’d almost been hit by a truck in college—it was only after it happened that it could fully sink in, and he’d had a mini panic attack a good five minutes after jumping out of the way.
He hadn’t had time to miss Venom during their separation. He’d been too busy enjoying the “normalcy” (dammit—was that what the flat-screen TV had represented? Brilliant, Eddie; figure that out now; so much for your English degree) to think about being lonely, and then Carnage had happened.
No time to miss the little things. Of Venom getting his mail, or cleaning the chicken droppings off his weight set and only his weight set, or waking him up early because it got lonely in the night or squeezing the last of the toothpaste out for him or reading off the shopping list at the grocery store or reminding Eddie to take his vitamins.
Of having someone to watch TV with, go bowling with, complain to, share his day with.
You never have to be alone again , he thinks, and he opens his eyes as if to make sure Venom is truly still there. The symbiote—his symbiote—is staring raptly at the screen, excitedly watching Accoralda.
A wave of fondness rushes over Eddie at the sight of Venom's wholly captivated face, the delight he feels from the symbiote as it watches the show. It’s so—
Endearing.
Eddie sits up. “What’s going on?”
“Octavia murdered Fedora’s husband to steal her perfume factory and framed her for the murder, and now her daughters got taken away! And now her cellmate is—”
Eddie drifts off somewhere around Episode 30, waking at noon as housekeeping bangs on the door.
“I am trying to sleep !” Venom calls in its best not-at-all convincing human voice, and Eddie groans and wraps his head in a pillow.
Venom tugs the pillow off his head. “I want to go sightseeing, Eddie! Picked this up at the airport.” It dangles a brochure in his face. “Need adrenaline to wake you up?”
A spike of adrenaline shoots through him, shooting Eddie out of bed. Venom’s tendrils catch him at the last second, depositing him back on what, now that it’s daylight, he knows for certain are extremely questionable sheets.
Maybe he should have let housekeeping in.
“Sorry, Eddie.”
Eddie sits up, one hand pressed to his pounding heart. “We’ve talked about this! You can’t just—release chemicals and stuff without asking.”
Venom’s head droops. “We won’t do it again.”
“Things have to be different this time, okay? No—doing stuff.”
“I said I won’t do it again. Do we go to the fort first or the ruins or volcano or beach?”
“We have beaches back at—” Eddie stops. San Francisco isn’t home anymore. “You choose. Just no showing yourself, okay?”
Venom turns away slightly. He knows it well enough by now to pick up on the slight changes in its mouth despite its permanent grin.
“San Conception is a military dictatorship, V, okay? If they got wind of you, they’d haul us both off to a lab.”
“…same thing you said about Area 51.”
Eddie pinches his temples. “Just give me time to figure this all out, okay? Things are going to be different now, but you can’t expect it all to change overnight. American tourists are probably kept a close watch on.”
“Fine.”
“ ‘Fine’? That’s it? No arguing? No tantrum? No slamming me into the ceiling?”
That last one is a cheap shot, but he can’t help it. Besides, the fact that he doesn’t want to think about their fight doesn’t mean hadn’t happened.
“…I was not myself.”
“Yeah yeah yeah. Look, V, you do realize that—” He stops. “It’s just not safe.”
Venom reaches across the room and opens the curtains, flooding the room with light, and flows back into Eddie.
Eddie can sense it better now. Not fully-formed speech, not thoughts, either, but a sense of, Eddie chose to be with us; can’t be too ashamed…
“How about we check out the old Spanish fort first? The brochure says admission is cheap.”
Venom stuffs a chocolate bar in his jeans pocket as he leaves the room. This is not the kind of hotel with so much as a pile of instant oatmeal packets next to a hot water urn, and Eddie makes do with a Toblerone as he heads down the street.
Going to walk? Can just—
“We’re not showing ourselves and committing thousands of dollars worth of property damage in a country that—I repeat—is run by a military dictatorship.”
Maximiliano would have paid for a cab for Diana.
“Maximiliano is doctor. We have about five dollars to our name. Not to mention they’re not even together anymore and he’s a total dick.”
Venom hums contentedly at Eddie’s use of the words we and our. It keeps up a steady commentary about the city’s sights as they walk, something that annoyed Eddie towards the end in San Francisco but he welcomes here alone in a strange city.
…Not alone, he reminds himself.
“Also, Diana’s pregnant, so if he didn’t get her a cab he’d be a total dillweed,” Eddie adds, because that was a plot twist he wants to discuss in more detail.
…we can get you a cab, Eddie.
“By what, threatening to eat the driver’s face off? I don’t think so.”
Venom is silent. Then, Do you think Diana will be a good mother?
“Well—”
And the baby needs a father, Eddie. A good father, whomever it is. Two good parents.
“I think it’s Maximiliano, but I’m sure they’ll reveal it for sure soon enough.”
Think he’ll be a good father?…
They talk Accoralda all the way to the fort, an impressive retrofitted stone and stucco edifice built high on a cliff overlooking the water. The tour is heavily whitewashed, painting the fort’s use during the “glorious revolution” in glowing terms, but Eddie expected that. Venom is more confused by the charade, piping up with, That makes no sense! And, Lots of innocents killed here, Eddie. We could have protected them…
It’s the first real allusion it’s made the whole “Lethal Protector,” thing, and Eddie pretends to be engrossed in a wall plaque about how General Perez bravely overturned what Eddie knows was a democratically elected government.
Could have protected everyone...
It’s late when they get back to their crummy little hotel room. All Eddie’s eaten is the chocolate bar and a greasy foil pocket full of street meat, but the bag of chocolate is nowhere to be found.
Not on the floor, not under the bed.
Completely gone.
Oh, hell.
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