3rd Person POV
((A/N: you don't know Venom yet. Also long part ahead. Your welcome))
Your sitting on a ledge of a tower with your left hand over your left knee and looking down whilst your waiting for something to happen, in the meantime you remember how you became a vigilante...
Flashback
It's your seventeenth birthday and you couldn't be any happier, we'll for one your going to the Daily Bugle for a meeting to become a photographer just like your father Eddie Brock
((I know the daily bugle isn't in Remnant but hey ho. Also Eddie can be either the
Spider-Man 3 Eddie or Tom Hardy))Eddie: calm down (Y/N), It's just a job interview. We don't know if you'll ever get the job
He was then hit on the shoulder by a woman with light blonde/silver hair
Gwen: Eddie. Don't talk to our son like that, don't destroy his dreams
Eddie: what? I'm just stating the obvious, boy needs to understand not everything is all sunshine and rainbows
Gwen: i know it's not perfect but he's still a kid. Let him enjoy it before he's older. Ok?
Eddie: *sigh* ok
You: you know I can hear you right?
Eddie: no you can't
You: yes I can. I'm standing right next to you
Eddie: let's just get interview done. Alright?
You: yes sir
As you walk into the building some people immediately looked at Eddie
You: uhh dad. Why is everyone looking at you?
Eddie: not important. Just ignore them
You: oookaaayy?
You do as he says and ignore the stares but can't help but hear some of the people
???: is that Eddie Brock?
???: yeah I thought he was fired for framing Spider-Man
???: he was. Looks like his son is here. Probably for an interview
???: poor boy. Feel sorry for him having a father like Eddie
You try your best to not get angry but you take a deep breath and enter the elevator with your Mother and Father
You: dad
Eddie: yeah?
You: I heard people saying stuff like you framed Spider-Man? Is it true?
Eddie: *sigh* yeah.
You: but. Why? He was my hero
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Venom Male Reader X Summer Rose
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