Danny’s heart continued to race, his body still trembling from the overwhelming fear that had gripped him. He couldn’t help but glance at the communicator again, hoping—praying—for a response from Sam. But the silence from the other end only filled him with more dread.
Sam’s taking too long… Danny thought, panicking once again. I can’t wait. Fisk doesn’t have time.
He looked down at Fisk, who was struggling beneath the symbiote’s attack. Fisk, who had been nothing but a juggernaut of a man, was now being overpowered by that thing… The black tendrils constricting around him tighter and tighter.
Everything inside Danny told him to run. To escape while he still could. But he couldn’t let that thing have it’s way with Fisk.
He swallowed hard, forcing his legs to move forward. The memories of his own time bonded with the symbiote replaying in his mins, but he couldn’t let them stop him. Fisk was fighting, and so would he.
“Alright… alright, you can do this.” Danny whispered to himself, trying to steady his breathing. He racked his brain for a plan. He wished he had a sonic disruptor handy, but he wasn’t prepared to be fighting symbiotes today…
“Alright, listen up, you ugly lump of goo!” Danny called out, hoping to distract the symbiote. His voice cracked slightly, but he pushed forward. “You want a fight? Take me on!”