[Things like this would never stop reminding Flash Thompson just how out of his element he was. He was barely a hero, barely anything more than a broken soldier in an evil suit, but it didn't take a genius to tell him that he was not where he was supposed to be, and that wherever he was, he was in this alone. No Avengers, no X-Men, no anything.
And he's stuck with the suit for the foreseeable future.
He doesn't say anything or draw attention to himself, though he's staying as Venom right now, so he stands out about as much as a man wearing an all black bodysuit with a giant white spider on the chest can. Flash wasn't the smartest guy, but he knew when to speak up and when to watch people. Everyone else was looking as lost as he was, so he'd let them panic. He'd hang back to see if whatever entity that brought them here would show its face, and if it was a threat.]
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And he's stuck with the suit for the foreseeable future.
He doesn't say anything or draw attention to himself, though he's staying as Venom right now, so he stands out about as much as a man wearing an all black bodysuit with a giant white spider on the chest can. Flash wasn't the smartest guy, but he knew when to speak up and when to watch people. Everyone else was looking as lost as he was, so he'd let them panic. He'd hang back to see if whatever entity that brought them here would show its face, and if it was a threat.]