"No thanks, Mrs. Parker, I don't want to be a bother. I think I'll just wait for Peter to get home- when will he be home by the way?" Eddie Brock sat comfortably on the Parker sofa, lounging back..a smirk on his face. A black hoodie and a pair of blue jeans covered his muscular form.....or so it would appear that they were clothes. His other had led him here, his other had told him all he needed to know. Soon revenge would come- no...not revenge....vengeance.
"Oh, dear me, mr. Brock...he shouldn't be too much longer. I don't see why you can't just come back later though.'
"I am sorry to say Mrs. Parker, but this is too important to wait til tomorrow or later. I really MUST talk to Peter about some photos of his...oh, I'm sorry...I'm not supposed to talk about it." Eddie said slyly, his other snickering in the back of his mind. We'll kill him, Eddie....we'll kill the one who made us suffer. He calmed his other and looked gently at the old woman who had walked into the room. "you know how it is, Mrs. Parker, in the news industry...loose lips sink ships."
"I guess I can understand, Mr. Brock....I really don't know what's taking Peter though. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
"Not at all, ma'am." he sat forward quickly. "I'm the one being a bother to you." Anything to keep the old bat from kicking him out before Parker got home. So many uses this bat could be of; but Spiderman was the one who deserved his wrath...not this old girl.