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They’re on the Kree battleship for about five minutes before they’re caught and shot out of the nearest airlock.

What the fuck, Eddie thinks, and can’t stop himself there, his thoughts circling an endless howling loop of What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.

“Stop it,” Venom instructs, from where they’re trying to pick the lock on the airlock control panel. “You are distracting us.” There’s an awkward little squirm from somewhere near Eddie’s small intestines that makes Eddie think Venom is also a little embarrassed at how it’s making them look, which is stupid because Spiderman plainly lost consciousness about thirty seconds ago, and even though the kid’s only not drifting off into the endless cold and black because they’ve got a tentacle wrapped around one of his ankles, Eddie’s jealous of him. His suit has an oxygen pack. Fucking Stark tech.

“We are better than Stark tech,” Venom says, insulted. “Stop overreacting.”

This is not an over-reaction, Eddie protests, suddenly aware that he’s sweating so much he’s shivering. This is–this is outer goddamn space, V!

“So?”

So that’s not right! That’s not where we’re supposed to be, we’re supposed to be–on a planet, on a ship, somewhere with oxygen, anywhere that’s not the–jesus christ, the literal fucking void.

“We are on a spaceship,” Venom points out, and stomps one foot down on the hull, as if to remind Eddie of the facts of their situation, when he absolutely doesn’t need to be reminded. Frighteningly, the hull dents a little under their foot.

We’re on the outside of a spaceship!!!!! Very different from being in a ship, V!!!! Humans are not supposed to be in outer space, or like, like if we are, we’re supposed to wear space suits. Eddie is sweating so much he starts shivering, even totally encased in symbiote.

“We don’t need a space suit,” Venom says sharply, and takes control of their reflexes to stop the shaking. “We are superior to any suit.”

Oh my god, don’t get jealous, Eddie says, and feels a hysterical swell of laughter welling up. I just–I need reliable access to oxygen, V.

“I am healing our oxygen-deprivation damage, Eddie. You won’t feel a thing. And I don’t need to breathe.”

Like, Eddie tries. Like also psychologically. I need oxygen psychologically.

“You’re so delicate,” Venom complains. “Fine.”

The airlock pops open with a hiss.

Oh my god, Eddie thinks, delirious with relief. Oh my god, I love you.

“You do?” Venom asks, plainly delighted.

You–live in my head! Eddie thinks, and this time he’s the one giving an embarrassed internal wriggle. You know this.

“We still like to hear it,” Venom says, and hauls Spiderman through the airlock, where he lands with an ungentle thunk.

You’re such a goddamn sap. I love you like I love air. Come on, take a breath. Let’s wake the kid up.

They breathe in.

heeeey now that was fun 😀