Causing Trouble, Causing Trouble

Chapter 43: Stirring Up Trouble

Deep in the night, the disciplined US military base lay silent in the darkness, but within a certain officer's single room, subtle movements could constantly be heard.

Under the dim yellow light, Kyle, clad in the Venom suit, was warming up in his private room. He used the entire single bed, made of ironwood, as a barbell, adapting to his amplified strength through weightlifting.

As the abdominal muscles on his body rhythmically bulged and his limbs continuously performed high-intensity warm-up exercises, the suit gradually conformed to Kyle's body, his host. It clung to him like a layer of black, leathery skin, clearly outlining the perfect musculature beneath.

"Venom, you're happy, aren't you?" Kyle said with a smile. He could not only clearly feel the pleasure transmitted by Venom on his body, but this pleasure also made him energetic and in a great mood.

After Venom fused with its host, their strengths and emotions intertwined, influencing each other and sublimating from there.

Today was considered the first day of the initial Venom's existence, and it was the first symbiotic fusion with a cardholder possessing the Super Soldier physique. It was so excited and joyful that it couldn't stop.

However, there might be news about Red Skull tomorrow, and the mission was imminent. He couldn't keep messing around like this.

Kyle exhaled a breath of hot air, placing the single bed back on the ground. He consoled the Venom suit, "Alright, I'll take you out for a stroll tomorrow. If we keep this up, we won't get any sleep tonight."

Just as he was about to take off the Venom suit, a knock sounded from outside the room door.

"It's so late, who's looking for me?" Kyle asked in surprise. He patted the Venom suit reassuringly before walking over to open the door.

When he saw the young man in a simple pajama set outside the door, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Steve, what are you doing here so late?"

"I wanted to ask you the same thing! It's so late, and you're not asleep. What were you doing in your room..." Steve yawned sleepily, his golden hair messy, clearly having just been woken from his sleep.

Right, Steve's single room was right below my second-floor room.

Kyle remembered and shrugged, saying, "There was a cockroach in my room, and I got up to deal with it."

"Are you sure it was a cockroach..." Steve's expression was odd. He glanced at the combat uniform Kyle was wearing and said speechlessly, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you just got back from the front lines."

Kyle spread his hands helplessly, "You know, I don't have many clothes. Sometimes I just sleep in my combat uniform, it's convenient for being ready to deploy at any time."

"Alright. Get some sleep, we might be taking action tomorrow." Steve said, rubbing his drowsy eyes, and headed back to his room downstairs.

Kyle, closing the door, also breathed a sigh of relief. That was close. If Steve had come into the room and seen the original combat uniform on the hanger, he wouldn't have known how to explain it.

"It's time to sleep."

Kyle muttered. Just as he was about to directly transform Venom into a card, another knock sounded from outside the door.

Again?

This time, Kyle was alert. He quickly extracted the original combat uniform from the hanger into a card before going to open the door, "Steve, why aren't you sleeping and coming here again—"

When he saw who was at the door, his words abruptly stopped.

"Carter? So late at night, what are you joining the fun for?" Kyle asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

That's right. The one knocking at the door was Carter, dressed in a simple long-sleeved pajama set.

The exposed skin on her neck was fair, her short blonde hair casually and lazily falling on her shoulders. Compared to her cold beauty during the day, she had a different, charming allure tonight.

Will I get any sleep tonight?

Kyle grumbled inwardly. Seeing Carter not speak, he directly asked, "Want to come in and sit for a while?"

"Dream on," Carter rolled her eyes at him, then turned and leaned against the wooden railing of the second-floor corridor, her back seeming to blend into the night. "I have something to tell you."

"Don't worry," Kyle seemed to realize something. He walked out and leaned beside Carter on the corridor, facing the star-studded night sky, and said softly, "Tomorrow will be the same. No matter how many times, I will bring Steve back."

Carter was silent for a moment, then her beautiful eyes glanced at Kyle. She said coldly, "Aren't you afraid you won't come back?"

"Won't come back?" Kyle was slightly stunned, then shook his head. "I really haven't thought about that. Although I don't want to jinx myself, I am quite confident in my own strength."

This wasn't arrogance, but rather based on his understanding of the Marvel world and an estimation of his total strength, which combined his abilities and equipment.

Super Soldier abilities and physique, dozens of combat skills, the Vibranium Bracer made of carbon-sodium steel, and the new Venom suit drawn tonight. Not to mention his other trump cards like Blue Eagle and Senzu Beans for survival.

If Red Skull was considered a villain at this stage, Kyle truly didn't take him seriously. If he met him, he would charge headfirst and see if Red Skull could block him.

Carter continued, "It's good for people to be confident, but there's always a 'what if.' Kyle, you always rush to the front lines so recklessly. Aren't you afraid of falling one day?"

"Are you worried about me? Afraid I'll die on the battlefield?" Kyle blinked in surprise. This woman seemed a bit unusual tonight.

"Of course!" Carter nodded in confirmation, precisely saying, "You are one of the candidates for me to complete the Super Soldier data. If you don't come back, it would be a great loss to our army."

"I'm just research material? I'm a Major now, an American Hero. Watch your tone." Kyle retorted.

At the same time, he seemed to notice something was wrong with the Venom combat suit on his body and subconsciously glanced back.

He saw that at some point, a black liquid line had separated from the back of the Venom combat suit and was slowly extending towards Carter's body like a tentacle.

Carter rested her hands on the wooden railing, propping her chin with one hand, completely unaware of the probing intent from Venom on her back.

Don't cause trouble, Venom!

Kyle's scalp tingled. He knew Venom meant no harm, it was just encountering a female human for the first time and was very curious about her body structure.

"What's wrong? Your face looks so bad?" Carter looked at Kyle in surprise.

"It's nothing. Don't worry, I'll definitely come back safely tomorrow..." Kyle replied evasively, his peripheral vision showing that Venom's liquid tendril had already reached Carter's back and was about to curiously try to cover it.

Stop it!

Kyle shouted inwardly. His right hand quickly reached out towards the extending Venom tendril, precisely pinching the tip of the black line with two fingers and merging it back into the illusionary glove of the main body.

But then, his hand continued forward, gently patting Carter's butt.

'Slap!'

A crisp slapping sound echoed in the night, and the atmosphere between the two instantly froze.

Carter's beautiful face first showed a look of shock, which quickly turned into the indifference of winter, her beautiful eyes glaring fiercely at Kyle, who was close by.

"Uh, this is a misunderstanding, there, there was a mosquito." Kyle awkwardly withdrew his hand, but even he didn't believe his own words—where would mosquitoes come from in the middle of a snowy winter?

"Go to sleep." Carter snorted coldly, turned, and left towards the hallway downstairs, leaving behind icy words: "American Hero? Major rank? I see now, you're nothing but a ruffian!"

"Forget it, sleep, sleep."

Kyle shook his head and sighed, wanting to fall asleep as quickly as possible and end this exhausting night.