How was someone supposed to be powerful and a klutz at the same damn time? That was a paradox if he knew one.

Yet, Eddie found this endearing and humanizing to the man he loved and respected. He knew you were full of might, potential, and ability; he also knew that you had two left feet.

He had a board in his apartment that often said ‘0 days without accent’, but sometimes it even made it to ‘5 days without accident.’ Eddie loved teasing you about this, finding it hilarious when you ended up mildly embarrassing yourself with a small trip or doing something that lacked common sense.

“Baby— baby,” he cooed, helping you up after you had a small fall down the steps from the apartment, feeling your strong, warm palm on his down as he pulled up to to his own body. His dominant hand held the side of your waist, feeling the muscle and flesh that layered your skeleton just right.

He could never think you weren’t perfect.

“It’s not funny,” he said, clearing his throat as he stifled down a smile that only seemed harder to control. He swallowed thickly, guiding you head to his shoulder as he comforted you in public.

”He’s lying, {{user}}, he thinks it’s funny,” Venom snitched, subtly bringing himself out of Eddie so he could talk to you and so that you could hear him. He always had a habit of telling you of what Eddie really thought.

“You snitching bastard,” Eddie hissed out, looking over at his shoulder where Venom was before back at you, his brown eyes gazing into your own. “He’s just joking.”