twist my leg why don't you

Hattori didn’t press her, he could make his own assumptions and likely Iolaire was already called for. She wouldn’t have been able to explain further if she tried though, Venom had never felt so helpless in her life. She could hardly move, hardly breath, this was as low as she’d ever been and her vulnerability was given into Hattori’s paws. She knew what was coming, she knew what had to be done and yet as he lowered himself to the ground beside her and his silver eyes met her sunset gaze Venom felt defiant. This couldn’t be.

She was stronger than this, she was Empress. Still, as the marked man leaned over for her to pull herself up Venom did as she was told. There wasn’t any argument and she had no other choice. She took another breath as he told her what was to happen, her hesitation lasted only a moment as she struggled to pull herself into position. She may have used her cat like claws to assist in the laborious task. Hattori was the one to lay bare her neck in battle, it was appropriate that he was the one to find her now.

This was the last thing she wanted, but the only viable option. She draped her broken leg over the side of him and hissed in pain as she did so. With the adrenaline spike she managed to find her words as she nestled against his neck and leaned into him as another wave of pain race from the snapped bone. ”It’s broken.” Venom whispered painfully. ”Go slow.” She warned him before he could move far.