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When Venom said he wanted to help Eddie with his fear of heights, Eddie said no.
After all, even if he felt it was an issue, Eddie wasn't insane or willing to test how much it would hurt to fall off of a 20, 30, or 40-story building because that's where Venom would insist on starting.
As it was, Venom thought that any weakness, any at all, like a measly fear of heights, for example, would only limit them in the long run. Not that Eddie cared particularly. He didn't want to be "cured" of his fears by Venom throwing them off skyscrapers.
Like what he'd already planned for them to do.
Eddie was, in a sense, able to move Venom's limbs as his own because, also, in a sense, they were his own. But that wasn't great when they were mid-moment, in a fight or chase, and Venom had launched five, eight, twelve stories in the air, and all of Eddie's instincts told him to latch on to the closest thing and scramble back to safe, steady ground.
This led them to their current situation. Eddie had snagged control, and now they were stuck on the underside of a bridge, hundreds of feet above the water, with nothing to catch them.
"I thought you said I could trust you-" Eddie hissed at the other.
Part of him, probably the part that was also Venom, could hear the rumble of Venom trying to say something calming, but the panic was overriding any attempts to calm down.
"I told you, I told you! This was a bad idea!" Eddie kept saying, trying to avoid looking at the open water below them, clinging to the bars beneath the bridge with Venom's oil-slick-like hands.
The longer they hung there, the more the panic, panic that was turning Eddie's brain to mush and his blood to ice, took over.
He could feel Venom's mucus-like stretch and condensing, trying to regain control in some way or another, but the feelings came from a thousand miles away and made him tighten his grip on the bit of bridge he had in his grip.
There's more of the rumble, like distant thunder. Or maybe just like the sound of cars going over the bridge much too fast somewhere over his head that's just too far away and close all at once.
He'd done a report once about all the people who'd jumped from this bridge and regretted it, and here he was, terrified and in the middle. If the fall didn't kill him, the water would.
And if he didn't die from either of those, then he'd go right back to the hospital room and force Venom out of him for making him come here.
The jolt of rage that shot through him must have been enough to loosen his grip on their form because before he had acknowledged it, they were on the other side of the bridge on solid ground.
"You wouldn't do that, Eddie."