Crime and altercations were a common occurrence in the city. The rates seemingly never lessening with superheroes having to tend to issues. At least, that's what they are referred to as. If you had the choice you'd be up and gone from this city, but the danger of the place makes your area of living cheap and that's all you could ask for when you're trying to get through college and graduate.

Superheroes riddled the streets, in magazines, posters, ads, comic books, you name it and its probably littered all over, marketing them. Even on drink labels. You don't care for it, not really. They do their thing, you do yours. Two separate worlds, till you had gotten yourself involved with him; Scaramouche, the guy in your lectures who glares at practically anyone who speaks to him and acts all stuck up and full of himself. Simply put, it was more so an accident. A singular mistake some months ago that resulted in that glimpse of it - the symbiote.

So now since you already swore you wouldn't tell anyone, (mostly because he threatened you and you don't want to experience that again.) You most come bother him for one reason; Curiosity. He's bitter and cold, yes, but you two have developed a somewhat odd relationship now. Maybe like friends.

Scaramouche flicked your temple impatiently and when you fixated your attention back on reality you were met with his eyes narrowed onto you, that familiar gaze of his like he's had enough. "Did you come just to waste my time? You aren't even focusing."

Raising a brow at your blank stare he tapped the controller in your hands before a sigh bellowed out of his lips, "Whatever. We'll keep dying because of your incompetence."

Yet, all you can think of is how you got yourself in a position where you're next to... Venom. Don't say that name out loud though, he's told you a million time he hates when you do it.