<div class="floatleft">(http://theoverse.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/agent-venom.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong> Name:</strong> Flash Thompson/Venom<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Secret Hydra Base<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 13:30<br/><strong>Taggings:</strong>  Captain America, Rogue, X 23<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Flash looked behind him one last time, before fallowing Steve. And protecting the girls. Honestly, that rider was... Something else. First the train, and then this wall? Absolutely powerful. Flash was impressed. But, still knew he himself had his own share of power. The symbiot was strong. Especially, when under his own control.<br/><br/>Speaking of trains.... He was relieved that Deadpool stayed. Ever since he met him. Flash was sure, the guy would be a constant liability. Despite the man being the first, to climb on top of the train and help. Deadpool was crazy, and although Flash himself was not the most mentally sound. He at least had a level headed mind. Unlike the merc, who did nothing but talk, annoy, and put every one in risk. The only thing Flash did not blame Deadpool for, was tripping himself over all the girls.He was being a bad soldier for out right flirting in a war zone. But, these girls had all the asset's a girl should have, so theres nothing wrong with being attracted to some one? <br/><br/>Flash himself, was ready to trip and fall. Due part to protecting Two.... Prominently nude distractions. And one in a rather tight leather suit. But he kept himself composed. He needed to focus on holding the back of the formation. Steve leads them in front. The mutant girl's watch the sides. The cat sticks in the middle. Logan watches their six alongside Flash. Good plan. If the guys can keep their eyes on the ball. And not on Rogues 'girls'. "Come on <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Thompson...</span> You Know you<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"> want to</span>..." A voice said in his head. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Go on...</span> Why not take them for <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">yourself</span>? You can do it. Start by killing those bast<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">ards</span>. Then you can <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">OWN</span> the girls, and <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">RIDE</span> this apocalypse In <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Sweeeet</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Sweet</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Pleasure</span>..-"..  Flash ignored the voice. The voice of the animal inside him. The thing, called Venom. The source of his power. The symbiot. <br/><br/>Soon, Flash gives a breath of fresh air. They made it to the base. Now, he can settle his nerves.  For a moment at least. He was even more releaved, as the girls went to find some more appropriate attire, then basically nothing. Not that he was complaining. They were great on the eyes. But, not easy to keep the eyes off. As well as with his symbiot, it's hard to hide certain... Attractions. As they got settled into the base. Flash drop's his submaching gun, which vanishes back into his suit. Which trails along, and connects back with his body. He wanted to keep the suit on for protection. But, it was straining his body and mind. So, without much thought. Flash makes the rash decision, to go back to normal. His suit disconnects from his skin, like a million strand's of blackness, that float's into the air, only to vanish back into his body. Leaving him, back to normal. Wearing his civilian garb. <br/><br/>As the suit vanishes, he sit's down in a desk chair. Leaning forward against the desk to rest his head on his hand. What were they going to do now.... "Wait... I guess..." He say's to himself. A sigh escapes his lip's, as he run's his hand through his blond hair. He was still nervous. They were still in great danger. His senses, going crazy. To the point where he was unsure if the danger was outside, or inside. His suit, was itching to come out. It was after all, it's own being. Both minds constantly in a struggle of control over the body. He needed some relief. A distraction. Something to take the edge off.... "Man... What Id'do for a  drink."</span><br/></span></span><div class="floatright">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAHqg45JVEw/Ug6TWR45jmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VKaiTI7p8AA/s320/PacificRim.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131221020455/avengersalliance/images/f/fe/Agent_Venom_Dialogue_1.png)</div>