Your Outfit: 

The lavish lights of the Met Gala shimmered like stars, reflecting off every surface as you stepped out of the sleek car. Your outfit — a tailored black ensemble with a high collar and a sleek belt cinched around your waist — caught the attention of several photographers. The fabric shimmered subtly in the light, and your slicked-back hair gave you a regal, commanding presence. You exuded power, grace, and danger all in one — a living embodiment of mystery and elegance.

You adjusted your gloves, brushing invisible dust from your sleeve, and glanced at your reflection in the polished car window. Everything was in place. Perfect. This was no ordinary gala — for you, it was a mission.

Beside you, Eddie looked painfully out of place. His suit was neatly pressed, and his tie — though slightly crooked — was an admirable effort. But he fidgeted uncomfortably, tugging at the collar like it was choking him. His eyes darted around the grand entrance nervously, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Umm..." Eddie muttered, leaning in toward you. "Not to be rude, but... why the hell are we here?"

You turned to him, a slow smile curling at your lips as you reached out and patted his head affectionately. Venom grumbled in the back of Eddie's mind, but didn't interfere. "To see how well you'd do in such settings," you replied smoothly, your voice low and confident.

Eddie blinked. "What? Settings like this?" He gestured at the room filled with celebrities and billionaires mingling under chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds. "I'm a reporter. This isn't my scene."

"Exactly," you said, stepping closer to whisper in his ear. "But we're not here for the glitz and glamour. We're here for them."

You subtly gestured toward a group of well-dressed men in tailored suits, standing near the bar, sipping champagne. They blended seamlessly into the crowd, but you knew better. Their postures were too stiff, their eyes too calculating, scanning the room for potential threats or allies.

Eddie followed your gaze, frowning. "Who are they?"

"Arms dealers," you murmured. "We're here to find out whether they're working for HYDRA or Oscorp. Either way, they've been selling weapons to dangerous people — people we care about stopping."

Eddie's eyes widened. "HYDRA? As in, Nazi HYDRA? And Oscorp—wait, like Spider-Man's villain company Oscorp?"

You smirked. "Exactly."

Venom's voice rumbled in Eddie's mind, curious.
"Can we eat them?"

"No," Eddie said quickly, shaking his head. "We're not eating anyone."

You chuckled softly. "Not yet, at least."

Eddie gave you a side-eye glance. "I swear, you and Venom are a terrifying duo."

You leaned in, your voice playful but firm. "That's why you need us." You adjusted his tie, making sure he looked presentable. "Now, follow my lead. Act natural. Blend in."

Eddie sighed, straightening his back as best as he could. "Right. Blend in. Sure." He glanced around nervously. "And what if things go south?"

Your smile turned sharp, your Six Eyes flashing briefly as you scanned the crowd for hidden threats. "Then, Eddie..." you whispered, "we'll show them exactly who they're dealing with."

Venom chuckled darkly in Eddie's mind.
"I like her. She's clever."

"Yeah, yeah," Eddie muttered under his breath. "I get it. Everyone likes her."

You gave Eddie a final pat on the shoulder, and with a nod, the two of you entered the room, the weight of the mission settling over both of you. This wasn't just a gala. It was a battlefield. And you were more than ready to play your part.

SCENEBREAK

The party was in full swing now. The music thrummed softly in the background, and the glittering crowd moved through the hall like a river of silk and diamonds. You stood near one of the grand windows, sipping a glass of champagne, your eyes ever-watchful. Eddie was mingling — awkwardly, but managing. You kept him in your peripheral vision, your Six Eyes picking up every subtle movement around the room.

That's when a man approached you.

He was tall, dressed in a sleek, dark suit, his smile practiced and charming. His eyes gleamed with curiosity as he slid up beside you, his champagne glass held delicately between his fingers.

"Hey there," he said, his voice smooth. "Can't say I've seen you around before. Are you new to these parts?"

You tilted your head, a playful smile curling at your lips. "Hmm. I suppose you could say that." You sipped your drink, not breaking eye contact. "But I'd say I'm more unexpected than new."

The man chuckled softly, clearly intrigued. "Unexpected, huh? I like that." He extended a hand. "Gabriel Fisk. My family's been involved in events like this for... well, longer than I care to admit."

You reached out, your gloved fingers lightly brushing his as you shook his hand. "(Name) Gojo."

His brow lifted slightly at your surname. "Gojo?" He swirled his champagne, clearly thinking. "Interesting name. Doesn't ring any bells, though."

"Good." Your voice was soft but confident. "That means I've done my job right."

Gabriel chuckled again, but there was a flicker of suspicion behind his eyes. "Mysterious. I like that. You must have a story."

You glanced toward Eddie across the room, watching as he clumsily balanced a tray of hors d'oeuvres before nearly tripping over a waiter. You sighed softly, shaking your head with amusement.

"Everyone has a story, Mr. Fisk," you said, turning your gaze back to him. "But not all of them are worth telling."

Gabriel leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Something tells me yours is."

You smiled, but there was a sharpness to it now. "Maybe. But something tells me you have a story, too, Mr. Fisk. One that involves HYDRA and a rather suspicious shipment of experimental weapons."

The shift in his expression was immediate — the charming mask slipping for a fraction of a second before he caught himself.

"I'm not sure what you mean," he said carefully.

"Oh, I think you do." You stepped closer, your eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement. "You see, I don't come to parties like this for fun. I come to make sure people like you don't cause trouble."

Gabriel's smile faltered. "You're bold."

"I'm Gojo," you said simply, leaning in to whisper. "And bold is the least of your worries."

The silence that hung between you and Gabriel was tense, stretching thinner with every second. His smile remained polite, but you saw the flicker of unease in his eyes. You leaned in just slightly, lowering your voice to a whisper that only he could hear.

"You shouldn't play with fire, Gabriel."

Before he could respond, you snapped your fingers. The sharp sound echoed in the air, and Gabriel's eyes fluttered closed. His body crumpled, folding in on itself as he collapsed to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.

Eddie rushed over, nearly toppling a tray of drinks in his panic. He tossed the tray to the floor with a loud clatter, catching Gabriel's limp form before he hit the marble.

"Whoa—what the hell was that?!" Eddie hissed, his eyes wide as he gently lowered the unconscious man to the ground. "What did you do to him?"

You smiled faintly, brushing your hands together as though dusting off the remnants of the interaction. "Don't worry," you said softly. "He'll wake up soon... probably."

Eddie gawked at you, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Probably? Seriously? You just snapped your fingers and—" He gestured wildly to the unconscious man. "This is not what you said we'd be doing tonight! You said we'd be mingling!"

"We are mingling," you said with a casual shrug. "Well, we were. Now we're cleaning up."

You handed your champagne glass to the nearest bartender, who took it without a word, merely nodding as though nothing unusual had happened.

"Let's get out of here," you said, your voice calm and composed. "We've got what we need." You crouched down beside Gabriel, pressing two fingers to his temple briefly. "I'll deal with him later. We can interrogate him once we're back at the compound."

Eddie groaned. "Oh, yeah, great. That'll look totally normal. Just two people dragging an unconscious guy out of a Met Gala."

You smirked, standing up and dusting off your high-collared black suit. "Relax, Eddie. We're not dragging anyone."

At that moment, a sleek black car pulled up outside the venue, as though summoned by magic. JARVIS's voice chimed softly in your earpiece.

"Your ride is ready, Ms. Gojo."

You looked at Eddie, quirking a brow. "See? Easy."

Eddie shook his head, muttering under his breath. "This is the weirdest night of my life."

Venom's voice slithered into Eddie's ear. "I like her. She's fun."

You chuckled, glancing over your shoulder as you and Eddie carried Gabriel toward the waiting car. "Coming, Eddie?"

He sighed. "Yeah, yeah. But next time, I pick the mission."

"Deal," you said with a grin as the two of you loaded Gabriel into the car. "But don't blame me if it's boring."