Have some fun
Wiping your hands on the dishtowel you look around at the small cafe that you worked at, soon you'd have to cut down your hours. It was high time you started your education again and the summer was almost over so you had done some research and soon you would be a new student at Midtown High School.
Midtown High, one of the most prestigious science and technology schools in the world. You had managed to steal a few million during your escape from Three Streams and easily funded your schooling and apartment halfway between the school and the tower, making it an easy commute.
You never had a huge passion for certain parts of science and technology but you not only loved but excelled at chemistry and computers, specifically hacking since that was what you had once been trained to do when you weren’t being hurled into the gruesome “tournaments” where the only prize was spending another day n the hell hole of Three Streams.
The shop doorbell rang, there were less than 3 minutes till 8, the time you closed, and someone just had to walk in.
“Hey Y/N!” a cheerful voice called.
Oh, it was Peter, his distinct smell began crashing into you like waves, emotions mixed in with ink, metal, and a hint of something sweet, vanilla?
“Hey, Peter! Want the usual?” you asked. Peter was a regular at the cafe after finding some of the sweets Venom (you) had brought to the compound. You hadn't planned on the business booming from such a simple gesture but the Avengers stopped by once a week or so and that was often enough for people to flock to your little shop, hoping to catch a glimpse of the heroes.
With a nod, he flopped into the seat.
“You seem excited, is your school really that much fun? Or did SI experience another explosion?” you asked as you plopped a large latte and cinnamon bun in front of him.
He glared up at you half-heartedly from his chair and sighed. “School is starting soon and I just don't want to see some of the kids there, plus with my internship and all, I'm not sure I can handle it all.”
Nodding sagely you spoke, “yeah I get that, I have to reduce my hours to the weekends so I can go to school and I'm transferring to a new school and I’m probably not going to know anyone there.”
“Really you're transferring?”
“Yep,” you popped the P “I'm going to be at Midtown.”
“Wait, really!? That's where I go! This is going to be awesome! You can meet Ned and MJ and you can see the labs and you going to have to deal with flash but I'm sure you could do that, the wait will you like Ned? And MJ? What if you don't? Oh god, I can't have my friends hate each other...”
“Peter” you laughed, “I’m sure I’ll love them, besides even just one familiar face would be nice.”
For the first time that you could remember, you were excited about school.
----------------- 3 weeks later -------------------
FUCK THAT.
You felt sick to your stomach.
You couldn’t do this.
Maybe you could just fake your death?
Staring up at the building you took a deep breath and rolled your shoulders back, this couldn’t be any worse than what’d you’d already gone through.
So despite the knots, your stomach was tied into you pushed open the metal doors, heading for the front office.
“Hello,” She said to the woman at the front desk. “I’m a new student. I was wondering about my schedule, could you help me?” you offered your most disarming smile, this woman smelled so strongly of lavender it made your stomach roll and threaten to reject the meager, yet massive by normal standards, breakfast you had eaten.
“Name?”
“Y/N, Y/N L/N.”
The woman typed something rapidly into the computer and stretched over to snatch a page off the printer. Leaning forward she pointed to the page as you held your breath trying desperately to ignore the lavender smell.
“That’s your schedule. Your locker number and combination are down here at the bottom of the page. Welcome to Midtown!” Her voice was slightly nasally and her lavender was revolting and you desperately wanted to get away.
Smiling in a way that could’ve been viewed as a grimace you chirped out a polite “Thank you!”
She looked down the hallway. There were a LOT of people, the smells assaulted your nose and you quickly blocked them out. You didn't want to smell the disgusting cocktail of cologne and perfume mixed with hormones and stress, you'd rather be dead.
Well maybe not dead, but the point stood.
Snapping a picture of your schedule you quickly discarded the paper one that screamed “NEW KID”.
The first period, which was math, would begin in ten minutes.
Yuck. Math was almost as bad as the smell, it made your head pound.
Putting on a hopefully friendly but not too friendly face you soldiered on.
Math was hell.
English was okay, you got to meet Ned, he seemed chill.
French was worse than math and you were honestly considering quitting.
The Chem class was AMAZING.
You sat in the back next to MJ, you had recognized her picture from all the ones Peter showed you as you when you were in the cafe and as Venom when you dragged him, Tony, and Bruce out for food and water.
“Hi.” She said, not even bothering to hide the fact she was side-eyeing you.
“Hey,” you replied, sliding into the seat. “I’m Y/N.”
You knew MJ was one of Peter’s closest and seemingly only friends so might as well try and connect with her early on.
“So you’re her.” She finally replied. “I’m Michelle Jones. The people worth taking to call me MJ though.”
“I’ll take it Peter is one of those people? And since you’re telling me I’m assuming that I’m at least in consideration for a position as a guest at your funeral?” you snarked. Wincing internally at the harshness of your last question, you knew MJ liked to spar with words and could be quite ruthless, you hoped she didn't mind a partner in that.
You took the snort for a response as a good sign.
“Attention everyone, class is about to begin.” The teacher said with a clap of her hands before turning to power on the projector, turning on the projector.
Lunch was…. interesting.
You were sitting with Ned and Mj, learning the dynamics of the school.
And honestly?
WHAT.
THE.
ACTUAL.
FUCK.
Why did this matter so much????
Why was it so fucking complicated????????
At least in Three streams, it was simple if you could beat the shit out of someone you were ranked above them. You winced internally at the thought, habits like that were hard to break but you did your best and at least you didn't act on them.
“Hey guys, how’s it going?”
You soon learned that MJ was excellent at drawing but seemed to prefer drawing people suffering, and Ned was a fan of legos and comics as well as a “decent” hacker. You didn’t need Venom’s sense of smell to smell that bullshit from miles away, from the little you had seen and heard Ned was an excellent hacker but his interest and passions were elsewhere.
You smelled Peter before you heard or saw him drop-down next to you, it was comforting to know that spiderman was there with you even if he didn't know you were Venom or that you knew.
Peter smiled at you, “hey, Y/N, how’s your first day going so far? Has MJ scared you off yet?”
You grinned. “Peter! You’re here! Ned and MJ have made an excellent welcoming party. Very friendly, MJ was particularly enthusiastic”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw MJ flip him the bird and smiled.
“Good! That’s good!” Peter said.
The whistle you heard from across the cafeteria had you cringing and the smell of what smelled disturbingly like cheap cologne, testosterone, and ego-filled your nose.
Disgusting .
“Yo check out penis Parker!” the source of the pungent odor called.
Ah.
So that was Flash.
Ew.
Kids laughed as Peter flushed a soft shade of red, embarrassment crashing off him in waves.
That wasn’t good. You’d only known him a few weeks as a civilian but you were also Venom and he was Spiderman, your best friend. You weren't going to let this slide.
You felt an arm settle on your shoulder.
Oh.
Oh hell no .
“Hey honey, if you wanna have a good time, come on over and sit with me hmmm? I’ll show you where the fun’s at!” He practically purred in your ear.
Sneering he looked at Peter, who was sitting next to you, his embarrassment quickly turning to a smell closer to the one that Nat got before she beat the shit out of someone. “You know I’m right penis Parker! Besides, she can’t say no to me if you know what I mean”
Peter stood up and glared at Flash as you felt your grip on your mutation slipping, your black “anklet” beginning to crawl up your leg under your jeans. Normally you were better than this but you were seconds behind Peter when it came to murder.
“ Leave .” Peter all but growled, he wasn’t sure why but the thought of Flash touching you was making his skin crawl, probably because you were so nice to him even though he was just a nobody as Peter.
“Nah, don't feel like it” Flash replied.
Then he kissed your forehead.
And you saw
red.
You never fully succumbed to the Three Streams but your training was ever-present even though you had long since altered it to be nonlethal. Yet this is as close as you had ever come to achieving the level of rage they wanted from you.
Following every instinct in your body you swung your fist in a perfect right hook, you feel his cheekbone connect with your fist and you manage to slow your strength just in time to prevent yourself from caving in his skull. Though it was very tempting.
The result?
A lovely fist-shaped mark on his cheek just under his rapidly blackening eye.
“Why don’t I show you a good time the way I was taught, hmmm?” you snarled barely holding your anger back, you were pretty sure you could hear your distinct drawling hiss from whenever you spoke as Venom.
“What the fuck?” Flash panted, pressing his hand to his face and then drawing it away to glance at it for blood only to find nothing.
“Oh don’t worry, nothing makeup can’t fix!” you said cheerfully “but you were right thanks for showing me how to have fun ” you said with innocence so sweet you almost puked.
When the teachers rushed over you simply stated he kissed you and you panicked, the school had been given some forms that you didn't like unexpected contact due to a troubled childhood, if they had been led to believe an abusive parent that was no one's business but yours.
They quickly ushered him off to the nurse with a simple consoling pat on the shoulder and detention for the rest of the week.
“That was awesome !”