The sudden rush of air and the clatter of claws and swords and teeth breezes by Darcy- having already stepped back- and the relief that washes over him is just too sweet.

"That's my da-aad," he sing-songs, suddenly vanishing from behind Venom to block Demona's exit behind her. He learned to fight as part of a pair, it all comes back to him- like a sheepdog moving with their shepherd.

"Now you fucked up."