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Who: Venom (

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What: Our ex-assassin manages to locate a fugitive. Things may or may not get out of hand
When: Tuesday night
Where: Residential area
Warning(s): None yet

[Another early night off. Only a few stragglers have been coming in, and Venom cannot bring himself to flirt harder for more tips. It's even worse when Peter hasn't been showing up. He's asked about him, but he only gets non-answers. That with the lack of cash flow makes the former assassin more frustrated than he should be. Well, maybe he can spend his extra time following more leads before bed.

He bids the bar farewell for the evening and starts heading home, when a strange movement catches his eye. Before he can even think, his cue's in hand as he investigates. At first, he sees a few rat-like creatures scurry off, but then he notices a taller figure in the shadows. He's about to demand the other show himself, but he doesn't have to as he recognizes the shape.

What the hell...?]

Peter?

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[Between that bounty hunter almost killing him and the contagion working its way through his system, Peter Quill is feeling on the wrong side of shitty. As the hours pass he notices it gets harder and harder to walk in a straight line. Nausea rises, the taste of bile sour in the back of his throat as he has to stop every now and then, half hunched over to squeeze his eyes shut and wait for the world to stop spinning.

Hell. He's gotten sick between hangovers, Ravager birthdays, and just eating the wrong food that wasn't meant for human digestion. None of it feels like this, somehow more real than real, every breath rasping. His vision swims as he stops, yet again, and he's about to move on when he realizes with a start that he isn't alone.]

Who's asking?

[And it says a lot that he doesn't recognize Venom at first, considering the work shifts they've shared, the favors they traded. The tell-tale silhouette he makes as the lamp casts him in harsh shadow. He manages to lift his head, his neck muscles aching and sore like he's pulled them, his eyes dull as he fixes an unfocused stare at Venom]

[The entire visual makes Venom uncomfortable in every way. He's seen his share of illness, but this is somehow worse. Perhaps it's because it's someone he cares about, someone who knows him a little more intimately than others.

And it stings that Peter doesn't initially recognize him. Part of Venom wants to reach for his friend, but he doesn't want to get sick, either.]

It's me, Peter. Venom. You need medical help.

[It takes awhile - too long - for Peter to focus on that voice and realize he does recognize it after all, when he struggles to concentrate through the fog and the nausea. His head lifts as he reaches out to brace himself against the wall in an effort not to go wobbling to the left as if it matters much at this point. Venom, right. Yeah. Coworker slash casual FWB whenever they want to blow off steam or just trade work stories on their lunch breaks. Yeah, he remembers the dude.]

Yeah, no. They'll just kill me before I can make it right -

[And that's as far as he gets when he lurches forward, intending to brush past Venom, and his legs suddenly give out under him like he's suddenly Gumby. Peter pitches toward Venom with a surprised grunt]

[His gut reaction is to catch his friend as any and all desires to keep himself disease-free shift to helping Peter. Venom tries to maintain his own balance while hoping the other remains upright.]

Who wants to kill you? What are you trying to make right?

[For a moment, he recalls one of their lunchtime discussions about guarding something if Peter takes off for some reason. Venom wasn't sure whether or not to take it seriously at the time, but maybe that's what he's referring to.]

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Who doesn't? I know you can see out that hair of yours, you must've seen the posters, buddy.

[Apparently Peter starts getting bitchy when he feels like he got run over by a steamroller, his face pinching with pain as he swallows thickly, unable to help it as he sags against Venom]

Ah, screw it. [He seems to give up with the idea of just pushing away from Venom and stumbling back the way he came. Too much effort. Especially when his legs are as bad as a drunk's right now.] I wanted to make up for the job. You know the one, you covered for me that night.

[He usually doesn't pay mind to wanted posters as he's not a bounty hunter. The only time he has is when his subordinates would inform him that they were being targeted. He figured someone was trying to get Peter's attention. Venom closes his eyes, realizing just how foolish he was for letting that slip past him.

He catches his friend when he tries to push back, only to tumble forward and right into the assassin's front.]

Easy, Peter. Yes, I do remember covering for you. What job did you take?

[He has to know, but he has a bad feeling about the answer.]

[Getting snappy with Venom seems like it's taken more energy out of him than it should've because now Peter's sagging even more with little breathy huffs, as if he's trying to suck in air and it hurts to inhale. Exhale. Try to ignore how his ribs hitch like he got the crap kicked out of him by a bunch of Centaurians. ]

The one that got that bomb in the city. Thought we were just securing cargo but -

[Peter shifts against Venom like he wants to shrug. One hand grips against the other guy's sleeve, touch hot - too hot - as he tries to straighten]

Guess we should've done the decent thing and actually looked in the box.

Peter...

[Venom can't believe what he's hearing. He's done some terrible deeds in his life, but this... The former assassin is trying to hide his anger, trying not to push Peter away and lash out for what he's done. But he's someone Venom considers a friend, and it looks like the illness is punishing him enough already.]

Yes, that would have been a good start. We're getting you to a clinic, and after that, I highly suggest you turn yourself in. If you don't, I'll do it for you.

[Because after learning this information, he wouldn't be able to have it on his delicate conscience.]

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