For Peter, climbing stairs was a bit of a waste of time. Even though he could scramble back and forth along the handrails much faster than a normal person, no matter how fast he was, he still couldn't beat an elevator that went straight up and down.
And what had the people who built this tower been thinking? There were actually floors 12.5 and 12.8? What was that supposed to be? It made him go to the wrong place twice, and there wasn't even a sign in the stairwell!
After finally finding the right thirteenth floor, he discovered that its interior was laid out like a maze as well. There were no signs, and he hadn't had the chance to check the floor plan before coming. Faced with five nearly identical pitch-black corridors, he sucked in a breath.
Then Venom spoke in his mind.
"Grab someone. I can obtain information about this place by eating his brain."
"Eugh! That's disgusting!" Peter shook his head repeatedly, crouching on the floor to look for traces. Fury wore military boots, so his footprints ought to be different from everyone else's. "Has no one ever told you that eating human brains makes it extremely easy to contract prion disease? It's incurable. Even if you can't get sick, just imagining it is way too bloody and violent. Besides, I'm still a minor."
"..."
Venom fell silent. If its previous host's head had been full of dog shit, then its new host was precisely the opposite.
Aside from being full of several human women under the influence of hormones, his mind contained all sorts of schoolwork, the little inventions he made himself, and countless thoughts about truth, goodness, and beauty.
He was always willing to think the best of others.
They communicated through their nerves, and