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LOS TACOS #1
DOWNTOWN, NEW YORK CITY

One of the few out and about 'safe locales' for mutants, supers, and others. Humans are more than welcome as well. Fights are not tolerated and cerveza is only served after 8pm. The menu is plenty and new specials constantly circulate, however, if you 'don't like tacos', there must be something wrong with you.

The employees are polite enough with anyone willing to abide by common courtesy and rules. The owner and his daughter do seem to open up and become somewhat more talkative in the presence of Valeria Richards. That doesn't mean they snub their noses at creating further beneficial ties.

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It was so strange … how things shifted and continued to shift. Only a bit more than six months ago, Jenna had been a police officer. Now? Now, her and her brother were mutants. She had been shot up with some substance that had turned her into more yet. Nathan and her were living amongst the rebels … her entire life had gone down the rabbit hole. And it appeared like there was just no end in sight.

And yet, Steven Lang was no longer a threat. It was a thought Jenna kept returning to. He was out of the picture. The super soldier programme was discontinued. Somebody at the Services appeared to be trying to cover up what now looked like an embarrassing chapter for SentS. Did this mean she no longer had to hide? Were their names being taken down from the most-wanted list? Jenna had reached out to Lucas. She was still waiting on an answer. And yet, she could not help secretly longing to get her old life back – at least in some way or form. Be a cop again. Rent an apartment again instead of being holed up with way too many people she barely knew in a place that was slowly becoming really crowded.

Too many people.
And then one guy she knew she needed distance from.

But there was more to her being where she was right there and then. Again and again, in these past months, the memory of that night right after her leaving the theatre for the first time resurfaced. Eddie resurfaced.

Something about that night had just stuck with her, had lodged itself deeply in her memory and had kept her guessing. Curious. Something about him had caught her attention. Maybe a sense of calm that Jenna simply did not possess. He had remained so incredibly level-headed in that situation where they had faced off a Sentinel. As someone who had little impulse control and was prone to fits of rage, Jenna had found that incredibly soothing, and intriguing.

The night had ended, when reinforcements had caught up with them and Eddie had basically forced Jenna to split up.

They had stood in a narrow alley, the path leading off to the left and the right from there. Barely any light, only the sound of sirens approaching. Somehow, Eddie’s hands had rested on Jenna’s hips and Jenna’s fingers had fisted into the shirt Eddie wore. Reluctance sat between them. Reluctance to truly opt for the one plausible and smart option in this moment. Eddie taking one way, Jenna the other.

Not without surprise, Jenna had realised that she wanted to stick with him.
Then she just shifted up onto her toes, and pushed her lips against his for the third time that night. Her fingers found the back of his neck as she pulled herself up and against him. And while this was their third kiss – three appeared to honour its role as the charm. This one was not for show. It was exploring, daring, a little bit of teasing.

Jenna angled her head slightly, sweeping her tongue against the seam of Eddie’s lips and breathing out with some relief and much more satisfaction when he parted them and let her pass one more time.

Eventually, the sirens had been too close. The kiss broken, Eddie had said only a single word.

“Go.”

And she had done exactly that.

Now, now she stood here, watching the girl behind the counter preparing and setting out food. Jenna thought of the tacos they had gotten from the street food vendor that night. She wondered whether Eddie actually remembered her. Yet more so, she wondered whether he was still alive.

Jenna did spend many nights tapping into police radio – especially that of her old precinct – to see if any mutants or supers were on their radar. But ever since Lang’s removal from this equation, the number of BOLO’s had dropped considerably. So the reason why she had done some digging today, had tried to find out about the whereabouts of one Eddie Brock, was that a man fitting his description had been found dead the previous.

The idea had unsettled her to a greater extent than she would have admitted to anyone else. His bar had been tended to by someone else who had just told her that Eddie was ‘on leave’. The safe place he had taken her to that night was now rented out to new tenants. Eddie had obviously given up the apartment after SentS had made them there.

Her trail of breadcrumbs had eventually lead her here. But the lead seemed to have gone cold. No one could remember anyone in particular who fit Eddie’s description. Jenna wondered whether Lucas would call her back, or possibly just mail her a photo of the body they had in the morgue. She had no idea what she would think or feel if it turned out to be Eddie after all.

“Damnit, Eddie …”, she murmured.

Tell me, you’re still alive, damit … she thought, as she looked around, willing one of the faces around her, in this restaurant, just suddenly turning out to be the man who had saved her life that night more than once.
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When he had first met the not-mutant woman, she had been younger, he had been younger. He had still had an inkling of being somewhat indestructible. In a world of humans and mutants, he was able to put himself reasonably neutral and unsuspecting. When one drew in the likes of Asgardians, fabled gods, and potentially others like the few Earth had been introduced to, a snowball effect rolled slowly into place. There were others that came from beyond the planet’s orbit, some new, some he was learning, had been there for thousands of years already, existing in the quieter pockets that were growing slim and scarce.

Ericka was…other, though she wasn’t sure what exactly she was. He often teased she was likely the Lady in the Lake, that she had simply forgotten who she was following the plane crash. As much as she agreed on the amnesia relating to the crash, she seemed sure she wasn’t much special. She didn’t flag to Sentinels, so she wasn’t mutant, but simple humans weren’t capable of pushing back an overturned semi with a hip shove.

Javier afforded the oddball community a place to meet up, and he made wicked tacos. The stop used to be a rather bustling place before the humans went cuckoo and built bloodthirsty machines to do their dirty work. Los Tacos had become somewhat akin to the pub, frequented by those primarily not human, the humans who were aware and socialized with them still, and the occasional tourist that happened in for something good to eat in the middle of the day.

The back he spied upon his approach, however, did not fit the would be god he had anticipated. It was just as pleasing to pass a glance over, but the figure before him had not yet put him through a wall for any reason. Her presence, though, was not surprising. She was mutant, with a side of super thrown into the mix. His recollection of their separation pinched his brows but inevitably drew the left corner of his mouth upward. He had thought it better to maintain some manner of distance in order to dissuade association, him with her, or her with him. She had been a prime target of Lang’s, and he received his fair share of scrutiny from the likes of Services’ personnel. It was not exactly his fault when one of their random assholes disappeared, only to resurface lacking a head.

Buy me chocolate.

Eddie rolled his eyes and reached for one of the shop’s doors, drew it open and added himself to the line directly behind the brunette that apparently had quite the individual on her mind. He smirked at the short little curse and leaned himself forward to put his face beside her ear. “It’s not nice to damn people that are standing right behind you.”

The man before Jenna stepped out of the line, a receipt in hand.

“Eduardo.” The teen at the register greeted with a smile.

“Hey.” He greeted as he stepped around Jenna and made his way to the counter.

“Tacos?” The younger man inquired.

“Isn’t that what you sell here?” Eddie set his hands on the counter’s edge. “I’m thinking…”

“Pollo asado.” The boy supplied.

“That works. How about twelve of them?” He figured twelve was a good number to at least start at. He shifted enough to look back at Jenna. “And whatever the lady is having.”
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Six months into her new life a colourful mixture of mutant and super, she had the habit of constantly letting her Blueprint ability simmer in the background. It had helped her on more than one occasion. It ensured – not helped – that she was generally at least one step ahead. So maybe she ought to have recognised the odd flicker in shades when a new person entered the place. And no, she no longer saw them as dots in her mind. They were people. Moving pieces in a game with ever new variations.

But she did not. It was friendly. Nothing to concern her.

Nothing to alert her when generally a hostile presence on her blueprint made her instantly incline her head, pull up collar or even hood. She would whip out a phone, and then do her best to just duck out of whatever scene she was in.

Hostile did mean a danger to her kind, or to her as an individual. That much she had learned in the past six months. It was slowly becoming an automatism. So often, she would just acknowledge the friendlies in the periphery but not necessarily pay attention. Even if they were the man she had come looking for. His voice sent a sheen of goosebumps down her back. Deep, a rasp to it. She could recall it from that night perfectly. Jenna almost jumped as it sounded from just behind her.

“Oh fuck you and your m…” she bit off the last bit, pressing her lips together. A somewhat pawned smile crept onto her lips as she watched Eddie Brock step around her and up to the counter. She saved the both of them the quip of it not being nice to scare people shitless. Instead, she just acknowledge the relief that rolled into her when she saw him breathing and moving and making jokes at her expense.

He would get this one, she decided.

The teenager behind the bar greeted him by name, and Jenna just rolled her eyes. Of course they knew him. She wondered whether there was any mutant friendly place in town that didn’t. So far, Jenna had not found a single one.

She silently watched the exchange, quirked an eyebrow at the number twelve but shrugged. “Carne asada.” She stated. “But I’ll be fine with … four? Yeah. Some chips with the quac if you don’t mind.” Jenna decided. Her appetite had about tripled during the past six months, but she had eaten earlier. So for now a snack would do.

Jenna added a soda to her order, then stood back. A few minutes later, Eddie had just quietly gone on to pay for their food and they stood ready with two loaded trays. Jenna steered towards one of the few spare tables, grateful it was on in the corner. She took the chair with the room at her back. Definitely not the seat one normally took if one had a choice. Nature had it imprinted to always pick the place with the wall at one’s back, overseeing the room. But there was nothing she couldn’t see with her mind. And maybe having Eddie’s eyes on their surroundings would aid her own perception.

When he, too, sat, she unwrapped one of her tacos while chewing a chip she’d just shoved into her mouth.

Only now did she suddenly realise that maybe this was a strange moment. They had shared a few kisses. She had sicced the Sentinels on him. Had cost him a hide-out. And now she was looking for him. Just like that, they would eat tacos together. Jenna exhaled, contemplated the situation for a moment, then looked up at the man seated at her side.

“I thought you were dead”, she said, not beating around the bush. “And I don’t think I would have liked that.” She swallowed down the chip, then looked at the taco in her hand, before redirecting her gaze to Eddie. Why did she suddenly feel like she had to explain herself? Jenna stretched her leg a little, her knee suddenly against his. She did not pull her leg back.

Normally she would have jumped at human contact from most people. Why not with him she wasn’t sure.

“There’s a dead body they pulled out of Hudson River two nights ago… not a floater. New one. Matched your description.”

Jenna didn’t know – or cared – whether this made her worry for him any better. Or whether it needed whether it needed to be better. “I’m glad it’s not you”, she said, and took a large bite out of the taco she held.
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Jenna was obviously not a frequent to local Mexican shops, particularly those that specialized in tacos. The magic number was three. Or sets of three. Four tacos was just… he shook his head and kept his sights on the boy in front of him rather than tossing a questioning look back at the woman somewhat behind and beside him. He could bring it up later. Perhaps she just didn’t know. She had been a cop at one time, though, and he was sure they existed primarily on take out. Maybe she’d had a go-fer.

He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket once she seemed content with the given order. It was well rounded at least, chips, guac, soda in addition to her four tacos. When the kid asked if they wanted salsa, he gave a wordless nod before handing over several bills.

One of the cooks called out a greeting and he offered a simple wave as he stepped out of the line proper.

His phone vibrated and he shifted it out, unlocked the screen with a simple swipe and read the single word ‘Later’. He sighed, before a follow-up from the same number gave ‘2200. Pinks.’ Fine.

God girl’s not coming.
Later.
Better she’s not here to make a party out of a pair.
Back to the corner.
Chocolate.
Yeah, I’ll get it.

Within minutes he was handed a pair of trays that were piled well enough with food, his bottle of water, and the soda that Jenna had ordered.

He let her lead to the table she wanted. He didn’t care where they sat since he knew the layout of the eatery like the back of his hand. Not that he anticipated any need to vacate the premises. It was the middle of the afternoon.

Jenna’s seating selection only mildly surprised him, more so that she was allowing herself to face the wall, giving him the outer perspective. He shrugged to himself and settled the trays down near silently. He wasted little in the way of time, flipping the thin paper from over a trio of tacos and lifting one to his mouth, devouring half in one go.

Should have ordered tater tots.
This is Mexican.

He watched Jenna set to work on her first taco and he about commented on the little bird bite that she offered it. Until she swallowed and opened her mouth, commenting of her apparent thought that he might have been dead since the last time she had seen him. He pursed his lips slightly and sat himself up a bit straighter. Cop, but still so very new to the other side of the fence. Her immediate follow-up, though, had his brows lifting in response. Venom chuckled form the back of his head.

Jenna shifted, he watched her arm turn ever so slightly as she tried to relax into the chair. Her hip slipped and her knee nudged up against his. Rather than being polite and drawing back, she let the contact remain as it was. He pushed the rest of the taco into his mouth before he reached for the second. She went on to mention a body pulled out of the river and mentioned it seemed to match his description, but she was glad that it had obviously not been him.

“Pretty generic.” He gestured somewhat towards himself with his taco hand before he bit into it. Grease slipped around the knuckle of his thumb. He was somewhat average height, light brown hair, pretty plain teal-ish eyes. There wasn’t much about him that stood out. He was maybe a bit more put together than the average man his age, but there was reason for that. It was better to assume he was built better than the average human. Mutants and supers had to be constantly on their toes.

“Disappeared for a couple of months.” He admitted. “Went out to Long Island.” He took half the taco in a bit again. “Turned out the apartment, brought in a friend for the pub.” He swallowed and set his wrists down against the table. “Was kept in the loop on your fun filled excursions.” Her breaking into Lang’s had about baited him back until Valeria had assured him she was fine and dandy, coddled into the safety of the theater Gabriel still managed to keep quiet.

“Rumor mill says Lang is dead, kinda bummed to say I missed out on that.”
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Generic was not quite the word Jenna would use for Eddie. Something about him was anything but. But even Jenna had realised that it was nothing that met the eye. It was … elusive. No more than a hunch she could not put her finger on. She let her gaze find his chin just as he wiped it with a napkin, then shift upward to the small scar above his right eye drawing a diagonal pale line through the dark line of his eyebrow.

Then, Eddie continued, explaining his whereabouts of the past few months. Then, his quip about her fun-filled excursions had her quirk an eyebrow. She could not help the small smile tugging up one corner of her mouth. What was it with fellows not appreciating her attempts to bring the son-of-a-bitch down? Was it her height, or lack thereof? Or the fact that she was slim, slender even rather than on the side of looking strong and powerful? Oh looks could be so deceiving.

Eddie went on, speaking of there being rumours about Lang’s death. This had Jenna sneer and give the hint of an eye-roll before she focused on the taco once more. With two large bites she wolfed down the rest of it, allowing herself the moment of chewing down the food to sort out her response. The topic of Steven Lang still easily set her off.

“Not sure if dead is the term you’re looking for”, she responded eventually, throwing him a glance. Jenna wiped her mouth with her napkin, momentarily contemplating the fact that despite Lang having met his maker – the accuracy of those words were so fitting, it was ironic – a man with the very same face still existed. Jenna still made it known every chance she got that it was outright stupid to leave the man alive that was, for all intents and purposes, the maker of one Steven Lang.

“But that’s a story for the third date, if you ask me.”

Taking a drink of her soda, she then picked up the next taco. In her other hand, she still held the napkin and rubbed it between her thumb and index finger. Her eyes shifted up to just above Eddie’s right eye as her mind returned to his incorrect statement of generic. She was still trying to figure out why exactly the idea of Eddie dead in the Hudson had … basically sprung her into action. Her gaze dropped to the irises made of a shade of teal that struggled to neither be blue, nor green. Then to the soft curves on lips mostly obscured by growth of beard now. She liked it on him, and did her best not to get distracted by the memory of kissing him.

She licked her lips and dragged her gaze back to his eyebrow. Then she dropped the napkin and brought her index finger up to the pale diagonal line drawn across the arch there, her touch light as it feathered across the old scar. “Dead fellow had one just like this.” She let her gaze meet his, not doing much to conceal the fact that the idea of Eddie dead had caused her unrest.

Jenna pulled her hand back, wrapped it around the taco before taking a big bite out of it. She fished for her napkin again, wiping away the grease threatening to escape down her chin.

Then eventually, Jenna reached into the inside of her jacket. “So and about my fun-filled excursions…”, she said, a sly grin on her lips, as she pulled something from the inside pocket. It was a photograph. Palm-sized, no bigger. Actually printed on paper instead of displayed on a mobile screen. Lately, she had come to appreciate ‘analogue’ means of information transportation. It was a lot harder to track.

And she needed distraction. Time away from the theatre. From her brother, and from Carol. And the whole lot of them. Even if her new project was possibly doing little more than eventually leading her right back there.

“Looking for this man”, she said, as she pushed the photograph towards Eddie. “I know you know people … and I’m still new to this.” She shrugged. Despite her new status, part of her would always be ‘one of the cops’ to the mutant and super community. And that part would likely always, at least somewhat, keep her on the outside. “I was hoping you could help me with a few connections …”
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The comment about Lang had her prickling like a pissed off cat and he had to bite at his cheek to keep from outright smiling in response. Even when she rolled her eyes and set her focus back on the next taco in her hand, all he could imagine was a black cat all puffed up, tail a bushy mess of a display. He understood the meaning, he could curb his curiosity for the time being. He could be a patient individual. Curiosity was a fickle thing, though, especially when she alluded to ’dead’ apparently not being directly on point.

Story for a third date, and he smirked, shoving a third of the next taco into his mouth.

He could feel her looking him over, even when he reached for his drink, a constant second set of eyes, another consciousness to keep track of what he would have otherwise been potentially blind to. It was why he was rarely caught off guard. He gaze shifted back to her and he found the look in her eyes to be something somewhat of assessment. She lingered there, then her attention seemed to slide downward. He wasn’t young and naïve enough to have to guess.

The napkin in her free had fluttered to the table and her fingertip was immediately tracing the thin line that cut through is brow, noting the dead bloke she had referenced before had had one similar. It wasn’t an uncommon place to bear a scar. A thousand things could have caused the placement on anyone, really. Her fixation was fascinating, though. They had been forced into each other’s presence for the ballpark of twenty-four hours, and she had responded to the potential of him being dead in such a manner it seemed to have stuck and warranted her own investigation.

She withdrew, back to her side of the table, plucked the napkin up at dabbed at her chin, an incomplete comment on her lips.

He watched her fish around in an inner pocket of the jacket she wore, drawing out something the side of a playing card. It wasn’t the comment necessarily that she was looking for the individual that she pushed across the table, it was the face staring up at him.

He could recall the first moment he had ever met Val, she had sought him out intentionally. Unlike with Jenna, there had been no preamble, no lead up, no running form SentS to allow them a moment to ‘get to know’ one another. Valeria had simply been Valeria. She had cornered him in the pub after hours, he still wondered at how she had managed to get into the building when every entrance had been locked and then always wondered how long she must have been there unseen to anyone. Her demand for a pictured person had been far pushier.

The image Jenna happened to pushed across the table was almost haunting. It had often been easy to guess that the Richards children had likely received much look-wise from their mother, but something about the eyes looking back out of the photograph were Valeria a hundred times over.

His phone vibrated and he hesitated retrieving it as he tried to guess at whatever it was Jenna wanted with the man she was asking information about.

Jenna was somewhat a resident of the Theater. As were Valeria and her brother. But it was neither of them sitting before him. It was Jenna. The newbie to the fun club.

Eddie swallowed and set his taco down on the paper plate before he wiped his hands. He let his eyes sweep up to meet Jenna’s as he reached for the phone and drew it out. He about choked back a laugh at the irony of the simple message reading ‘Richards’ staring back at him.

“Do you even know who that is?” He asked as he darkened the phone screen and set it face down on the table.
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Jenna exhaled, not without exasperation. Of course the question Eddie posed about whether she even knew who she was looking for was one she probably would have asked herself once upon a time. But by now the way people around her were keeping things so close to their vest was beginning to grate on her nerves. Answer a request with a question. Very helpful.

Then again, trust was not easily come by. Her position, previously, had been somewhere on a grey scale at best previously. As a cop, they walked a thin line where the opposing forces of the Services and the rebellion were concerned. Jenna knew she could not just expect to be part of the inner circle from one day to the next.

Her gaze dipped to the face on the photograph. Reed Richards. One of the best at what he did. Scientist. Inventor. Engineer. A mind that could profoundly change the world – much like Tony Stark’s had at a point. Also … Benji’s father. Jenna could not stop herself from being curious. How came a man like that fell in line with the likes of Steven Lang.

Carol had killed Lang. Bucky was getting creative going after Jamie Madrox. Jenna had to find her own way of dealing with Steven Lang and what he had done to her. What he had done to so many of them. Maybe this was her path – find the brilliant mind whose signature appeared on way too many of Lang’s internal documents.

She eyes the two remaining tacos for a moment, but wiped her hands with her napkin instead. Jenna regarded Eddie for a moment. What she wouldn’t give to know what he was hiding behind those oddly calming, oddly enraging teal coloured eyes. Because there was something. The scans of documents issuing blood tests for possible alien contamination dating back years stapled to a recent report on the fact that none of the old blood samples were still viable. That new samples ought to be retrieved. Signed by R. Richards.

Finding Eddie’s name. Finding this odd connection to Reed Richards. It had surprised Jenna. And then again, it had not.

“One of my fun-filled activities recently took me back to Lang’s personal facility”, she said, her voice low, for Eddie only. She reached for the photograph and turned it face down, much like Eddie had done with his phone.

“We basically scrubbed his drives clean. Made a few copies of a few files”, she went on, not mentioning that Jaxon had retrieved well over a terabyte of data. She pressed her lips together, staring at the photograph, remembering the night Jax and her had gone in – remembering the carnage she had left behind.

“I know it’s Val’s father.” There was no point mentioning Benji. Jenna could keep it a little closer to her vest, too, if that was how they were playing this. “I know he’s a mind, apparently rivalling that of Tony Stark. And I want to know, what a man like that does scribbling his signature all over questionable documents issued by one Steven Lang.”

She leaned back. A shrug followed as her eyes did not leave Eddie’s face. “No one’s playing ball with the new kid on the block.” She was still working on gaining that trust she needed to dig deeper. “So I’ll do this to keep busy.” So much about not giving away too much. “Can’t go back to my job yet … not sure I’ll ever be able to. But this is the only thing I know how to do.” She picked up her soda, took a mouthful, then sat it back down. “It’s Reed Richards. And I want to know what he’s doing working for a sadist like Steven Lang.”

The moment of handing the thumb drive she had retrieved of Carol’s footage over to the other woman still sat there hovering in the back of her mind. When Jenna closed her eyes, it was Carol’s face she saw. Suddenly, their previous quarrels hardly mattered any more. Jenna had found a forgiving bone in her body, it appeared. Nate no longer needed his sister to hold his torch. And Carol now needed everyone in her corner.

Jenna pushed her hair back and off her shoulders, her hunger suddenly gone. A glance at her watch, she wondered whether it was time for whiskey yet. Something high in percentages. Just a moment of that pleasant buzz in her mind before her body metabolised it out of her system again. Then she looked back at Eddie.

“Help me do … something”, she ground out, the tough exterior momentarily slipping as the woman underneath shone through. A woman far more affected by what had happened in the past days than she wanted to admit.
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Spooked and angry cat was becoming irritated cat, likely to bat a paw and nip at a hand put forth. Her exasperated sigh did not go unnoticed. But she was still Jenna. Sure she was different, but for so long, she had been like them. And that still raised flags. For him, sometimes it was difficult to dial back the guard, the suspicion that had been risen like a screen between him and the world. Sometimes it was for his benefit, and sometimes it was for whoever was on the other side.

Just because she had sweet lips and a perfectly round little ass, did not mean he would or should drop himself to knees before her. Though, second thought on that was still appealing if it involved the removal of clothing.

She would allow it.

There was an immediate snap back waiting on the tip of his tongue for the other presence in his head and beneath his skin, but Venom’s perception of a person filled holes that Eddie could at times be blind to. He knew that. Venom knew that. But he could see in full color, unlike the parasite.

Words.

He watched the gears in her mind turn without her offering any wording for the motion, watched her eyes sweep across the tacos and he was somewhat surprised when she kept her hands where they were, tacos untouched. She was likely still hungry, and her attempt at being ladylike or suddenly stubborn were somewhat laughable at best.

Jenna wanted answers, sure, but she was asking without giving in return, and she wasn’t in much of a position to make that sort of request. He wanted to tell her what she seemingly wanted to know, but he wasn’t going to compromise the likes of the man she wanted or the people most closely tied to him. He wasn’t willing to do that for her.

Not yet, anyway.

When she told him that one of her super outings had taken her back to Lang’s personal facility, he shifted in his seat and huffed a borderline irritated breath at the thought. He was already aware of her break in to the man’s penthouse, and then she had decided to just go gallivanting back onto premises that had been so obviously deemed his. Searching for…what? A different man? Another Stark? Fucking geniuses and their idiotic plans for the world. And they didn’t seem to mind the people left behind in the fallout. Valeria had-

Eddie pressed his teeth together and realigned himself with being a listener. The sound of Venom’s chuckle against the back of his thoughts grounded him to the moment, but did little to pin down his agitation.

He made himself watch her, watched the way her mouth worked and the manner in which words poured forth. She commented on knowing that the man in the photograph was Val’s father. It was a strange thing, really, for the people who couldn’t link that information together, those that couldn’t put the Richards children in the same field as the team of four that had encompassed their parents.

Scrubbed drives. No one else wanted to give her information. And for some reason she was utilizing a search for Reed as something to occupy her time because she couldn’t just sit still and wait.

“Yes, that’s Valeria’s father.” He finally spoke, his voice quieter, calmer in a manner. “Franklin,” then he corrected himself, “Benji know you’re looking for him?” Eddie pursed his lips and hesitated in shaking his head. He didn’t need her to confirm that one way or another. “Heard he’s all god-like once more, so you must be trying to keep this out of his earshot.”

Close to the vest.

He wasn’t sure if Venom thought he was or should keep it close, or if Jenna was keeping something out of his reach.

“If he’s anything like Stark, I’m sure he has,” he lifted his hands and made air quotes for good measure, “‘good reason’.” Stark had wanted to create a shield about the world to keep it safe, he had wanted to create drone suits to keep the threats of the universe out of their orbit. Humans had had other plans. And then he had though it smart to bring that girl in so close to himself, hoping no one would ever notice or figure it out. The cover was sound enough, but he had eyes and ears and perception that no one else had.

“They always have good reason.” He spit the thought out almost as though it were bitter on his tongue. Anyone who had tried to help Stark had ended up dead. All except the girl. And the telepath. Jenna was just putting herself into a near identical line of fire. She had the wherewithal to survive an initial blast, but the likes the Services were willing to go...he pressed a knuckle between his brows and then drew his hand down the length of his face, let his fingertips slip through the beard on his face. “Someone needs to codename you ‘Glutton’.” For trouble.
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Jenna’s eyes did not leave Eddie's face. All through her little monologue. She was trying to catch nuances, see whatever may be on his mind displayed on his face. Catch tells or mini-expressions. But her focus was shot, she had to eventually accept. Too much had happened in the past days. Too much still circling her mind. Old demons. New revelations. Current troubles. Whenever she stopped focusing on the task ahead, Jenna realised that she was tired. Exhausted. Mentally, not physically.

Her eyes on Eddie she wondered why she had come - or bothered to stretch this meet out longer than necessary. Eddie Brock wasn’t dead. Why had she even asked about Richards? That she would not be able to get much unless she dug it up herself was a reality she was slowly growing used to.

Jenna breathed in, allowing her shoulders to sink just a little. She was the new kid on the block. Former cop. No one had a reason to believe her. She had spent too much time of her life living on the easy side of things. Or at least it appeared that way. Jenna did see that a little differently, but that was nobody’s business but her own.

Eventually, she laughed when Eddie finished on suggesting ‘Glutton’ as her codename. “Glutton for what? Hopeless cases? Trouble? Eye-rolling?” She let out a chuckle. “Give it a shot”, she said, shrugging, but not without a smile on her lips. “Maybe it’ll stick.” More than that, maybe it would fit after all. She was a trouble magnet, had always been. Suddenly, it appeared somewhat plausible for her to receive a power to tell that trouble was coming.

Her smile faded and her gaze dropped to the face-down picture.

“Benji doesn’t know. Appears too likely that it is one of those good reasons.” The road to hell was paved with good intentions. That was what they said, right? Jenna even considered that maybe once upon a time, Steven Lang had set out with a good intention. “I’ll tell him once there is a story to tell.”

Jenna looked back up at Eddie’s ruggedly handsome face. Despite the perpetual shadow in his eyes and the odd gloom that at times seemed to put him at a distance, hostile was not what he was. There was the fact that he had probably been doing this, standing on that side of the fence, much longer than her. “I found your name, too”, she eventually admitted, then continued in a softer tone. “I am trying to make sense of this.

“Lang’s a…” rapist “sadist. Was … he was. He’s experimented on me and god knows how many others. He took people I care about”, she went on, thinking of Bucky Barnes’s form unconscious on a gurney. “Tortured them.” Jenna saw Carol’s face in front of her inner eye. There were things one should not even wish upon their worst enemy. Especially not one woman onto another. Not when one knew exactly how dark that place could feel.

Jenna shivered, exhaled, pulled her eyes back to Eddie. The past few days had torn the lid off of a demon from the past, and the bastard made it hard to stuff it back down where it belonged. Jenna had not had a decent night’s sleep in half a week. “Why does Richards’s name pop up? Hell.. when Lang took us, Benji was taken, too. Why? Why would Richards allow for it? Why stand back and tolerate it?”

She could not understand it, and it unnerved her to consider that through Lang Richards was connected to so many people she cared about. Was that a good sign, or not?

Dropping her hands to her thighs, Jenna rubbed her palms across the fabric of her pants. A nervous gesture, and she did not mind showing it. All of this was hitting a little too close to home, and being unable to see the underlying picture to it all was beginning to get to her. She had so few in her corner. “How can anyone live like this?” she asked. “Turning every stone, checking behind every corner.” It was awful. “Staying under the radar. How do you live like this?” The motion of her hands stilled.

So few that were on her side, and right now most of them were unavailable to her. Was that why she was still here? Talking to Eddie? Giving away more than she figured she shought? Because she wanted a friendly face? Someone willing to extend a hand, no matter how cautiously? Was that how weak, how desperate she was?


Jenna did not like where any of this was going.
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