~Not an OC/SI~
Link : https://m.fan fiction.net/s/13699090/1/Symbiosis
WC : 155k+
Plot : Symbiosis is any type of a close and long-term biological interaction between two different biological organisms, be it mutualistic, communalistic, or parasitic. What Venom wanted was mutual, so a small piece wanted to get back to its former host. Now Peter has to deal with the alien and an old flame with a secret that could potentially change his life.
Chapter 1
When night falls, the tired body and soul would want to have a peaceful respite from the grueling challenges of the day. Yet, that peace could be shattered or rather modified when huge dark ominous clouds would envelop the skies and torrential rains will be unleashed on the resting populace. With a roar of thunder rumbling throughout the sky, it was felt shaking the earth beneath, people began to frantically make their way to the safety of the buildings as lights danced across flashing brilliantly signaling that a storm was about to come.
However, on this particular day, a lonely lad is found staring at a tombstone or rather two tombstones. On one of them said the following, near the top of the stone, was a name Benjamin Franklin "Ben" Parker, beloved husband, devote uncle may he Rest In Peace. The young lad swallowed, had he captured the burglar then, he told himself, his beloved uncle Ben would still be alive. He was infuriated with himself with the gifts that the spider bestowed upon him; he sought to use those gifts to become a celebrity overnight. He wanted to help his relatives but instead, that help became a tragic moment in his young life.
His attitude towards his life and superhuman abilities was radically changed. The fact that he could have saved his Uncle Ben's life by taking the time to stop the burglar at the studio weeks before demonstrated to Peter Parker that with great power there must also come great responsibility. It was a saying that his uncle been beating him over the head when he was 13 years old. His guilt over failing to prevent the death of Ben Parker became the motivating force behind Peter Parker's career as Spider-Man, it was a lesson learned the hard way.
Peter looks at the stone next to it, tears began to well up in his eyes as he reads the wording; Maybelle 'May' Reilly Parker, beloved wife, extraordinary aunt, beloved by all. Yes, she was beloved by everyone, it wouldn't be the same without seeing her in the kitchen smiling despite the hardships the two had to endure after the death of Uncle Ben. Sometimes Peter blames his alter-ego Spider-Man for the strain and secretiveness, with this secret life as Spider-Man it endlessly complicated both his and his aunt's lives. Aunt May lived in constant fear for her "frail" nephew who insisted on a job as a freelance photographer. Peter was determined to capture Spider-Man in action, frequently submitting pictures of him to the Daily Bugle; Spider-Man was a vigilante whom Aunt May feared because of her unquestioning acceptance of the Daily Bugle's smearing.
However, one day that all changed when Aunt May found out who Spider-Man really was behind the mask, and soon he found out an explosive secret of hers as well. He remembers it like it was yesterday it a bittersweet moment…
Flashback
A knock comes from the door, Peter stops eating his takeout dinner in his small apartment, he wonders who be knocking at this hour. He steals a glance from the clock that sat on his lamppost it read 11:00 pm, curious to see who it was he goes to open the door.
"Who is it?" He says
"Peter, it's me."
Bewildered that his Aunt was here at this time of night he quickly opens the door to let her in. When they meet face to face, she looks impassive ready to shed tears almost just not quite there, "Aunt May please come in…"
The elder Parker woman steps inside his small apartment looking around, she sighs shaking her head apparently old habits die hard, even in his younger days Peter wasn't the tidiest of people no matter how many times she scolded him for this.
Peter unsure what to do begins to ask, "So what brings you here to this neck of the woods?"
She is silent scanning around the cramped space taking it in, she spots a police scanner next to the bed, she licks her lips. Her suspicion confirmed, she pulls her bag to her side opening it to reveal a mask, "I know your secret…" She says
Peter blinks, "I don't understand…"
Now the older woman of the age 60 turns to face her nephew, tears dripping from her eyes, "I know that you are Spider-Man…" Peter is taken aback, his eyes widen in shock, how? That was one question he was asking himself, he was so careful to make sure she would never find out his alter-ego. "I had my suspicion, but I wanted to deny the possibility…no…the reality that my nephew was The Spider-Man…" She said rubbing the mask with her fingers.
"Aunt May…where did you…I mean that's just…" He couldn't find the coherent words to form a sentence this was so sudden…
"Peter, don't tell me that this is just a Halloween costume…just please don't." She sighed she turned the mask inside out, "The gadgets and the wiring are far to advance to be just a simple costume."
Sweat began to pool on his forehead, this is not how he thought this would go, he knew that he had to think of something and fast, "Look, I don't know what you are thinking right now Aunt May but I can explain…"
"No, you cannot…" She said cutting him off, "I don't think you can and there is no need for an explanation." A single tear trailed down her cheek, "You are Spider-Man." Peter slumped in defeat his secret was exposed to the one person that he didn't want to find, "What do you think would've happened, Peter? Do you honestly believe that I would keel over and die?"
He cringed, "Aunt May…"
She put a finger to his lips silencing him, "When your parents died, I raised you. I carried that burden on my shoulder asking God to relieve or ease it. There were moments that I thought it would crush me, but it didn't, I still held strong. When your uncle died part of me with him…it would have been easy to give up, to just roll over and die. You needed me so I dealt with it and kept going. I buried friends, loved ones and relatives, I've watched you suffer from losses of your own yet there was nothing for me to do except pray and be there for you when you needed it." Then she stated sternly, "If by God's grace I could bear all of that, do you really think that I couldn't handle this or fall apart?" She lifted the mask as if it was an offense
He didn't know what to say, his aunt had him cornered with no way out he knew that it was time to come clean after all the years he lied to her face; "You knew…" It wasn't a question
"Suspicions…nothing concrete until tonight." She replied
He inhaled then exhaled deeply, "I didn't…Aunt May believe me…honestly, I was just…" He sat down on the bed with hands on his head May sat next to him placing a hand on his shoulders, "I was just trying to protect you…"
"And I believe you Peter when you say that." She said gently, "I also believe you were trying to protect yourself because you didn't know how I was going to react or what would be going through my mind if I found out. I would have tried to either stop you or have you given this up." Peter was feeling small now, it was the cold hard truth; he did avoid it, "IF that would've happened, you'd choose between loving me or doing what you wanted to do. So, you decided to avoid it altogether so that decision wouldn't be made, not only did you avoid it, you also avoided me. A big part of your life if not the most important part and you completely shut the door on me."
Peter didn't know what to say his guilt overwhelming.
"All those years lost…to a lie…"
"I know…I did…" He responded weakly, "But…that…was...isn't the only thing I kept from you."
May was a bit perplexed, "You mean there is more?"
Peter once again sighed heavily. He gets up from the bed walks a little forward with his back towards his mother figure, "Telling you what I was doing 10 years ago when I was 15 would also lead to why I was doing what I was doing."
"Yes, that was my next question."
"I'm doing this because…because…" Memories flashed before his eyes the day of the wrestling event with Bone Saw McGraw, to win the $3000. It's not long after gaining his superpowers, Peter took part in a promotional wrestling event so he could win the prize money, though he remembers that part of his life very well. The scene replays again in his mind; "Now get outta here." The man said as he continued counting his money
Peter was a bit baffled by this, "A hundred bucks? The ad said three thousand!"
"Check it again, web head. It said three-grand for three minutes. You pinned him in two and a half. For that, I'll give you a hundred, and you're lucky to get it, wise ass. You made my best fighter look like a girl out there." Behind him, a squirrelly-looking guy slips into the office behind Peter, hair dyed platinum blonde.
"You don't understand, it's not for me, it's for my aunt, she needs this medicine see…"
"A sick aunt, seriously kid? I missed the part where that's my problem." Peter stares at him for a long moment, burning with rage. He wants to bust this guy right in the nose, he trembles at the conflict as his hands curl into fists crunching the $100.00, he could put him right through the wall if he wanted to but he held back.
Peter walks away down the corridor; clutched the lousy 100-dollar bill, muttering under his breath as he is near to the elevator when they hear shouts from behind.
"Hey! What the hell do you-"
The teen turns to see a silhouette move violently in the frosted glass window in the door to the administrative offices. The Promoter's shadow is thrown violently to the floor, while the door bangs open hard, shattering the glass, and the squirrelly-looking guy races out, clutching a canvas bag. He is a common thief.
"Help! Police! That guy stole my money!"
A cop approaches from one end of the corridor. The elevator dings as its doors start to open, and the thief takes off down the hallway toward it. The cop gives chase, calling ahead to the teenager, "Hey! Stop that guy!"
Peter looks up at the thief racing straight towards and at the cop-giving chase, the doors begin to open of elevator behind him. He thinks for a moment then takes a step back.
The thief races right past him and into the elevator, "Thanks…" The doors close and he gets away. The Cop arrives, slams his fist on the elevator doors glaring at Peter, "What the hell's the matter with you?! You just had to knock him down!"
The Promoter comes rushing up out of the office, a large red welt growing on his cheek, "You could have taken that guy apart! Now he's gonna get away with my money!"
This time with a click of the tongue, he says "I missed the part where it's my problem." The promoter turns and walks away down the corridor, muttering under his breath. Once again, Peter pushes the button for the elevator as he smiles at gotten even with the fight promoter.
His mind fasts forward to where Uncle Ben was shot, he shudders, he couldn't do this. He drops to his knees so he is eye level with his Aunt, he swallows. "I…I…ca-can't…"
"Peter?"
"I can't do this Aunt May…" HE looked down tears forming in his eyes, "This is the part that would kill you…"
May looks at him, she reaches for his hands cupping them in her own, "Peter…I'd accept that risk if it means we can go back to the way things were before the lies." He budged not, "Please…"
A moment of silence before he says, "I…dear mercy…I'm the reason…Uncle Ben is dead."
"What, Peter…I"
The young lad cuts her off, "I was showboating by entering a promotional wrestling event one night and I figured I use my newfound powers to make a quick buck. A thief ran past me and a security guard yelled out for me to stop him, but I couldn't be bothered to do so because the fight promotor cheated me, I wanted to get even with him, so I let him go. For that reason alone, is why Uncle Ben is dead cause I didn't stop him when I had the chance. Had I stopped him that night, Uncle Ben would still be alive, but I didn't he dead, I can't go back in time to bring him back. Because of me…he died those years ago. This is why I do this Aunt May I have to atone for what I did and make it up to him, I have to, I have to…"
Aunt May was speechless, Peter was holding on to this? All those years ago, tears slipped from her eyes.
"I look into your eyes and I see the pain that I've caused you." HE mutters lowly, "I understand if you ha…"
"No, Peter! You're wrong…" She embraces her nephew tightly, "All those years you always blamed yourself for what happened to Ben…"
"Aunt May?"
"But you're not responsible Peter." She buries her head on his shoulder, "I am…You see we had an argument; it wasn't significant…then again when you are married as long I have you find that you argue over even the little things. Ben was a gentleman; he didn't like arguing. He didn't come back inside the house thinking I was going to pick up where I left off. I wanted to tell him it was alright, it was nothing more than just a silly argument that he could come back inside, to forget about it but I didn't. He went out to get you from the library." She held back a sob, "If I went out there and told him that all was forgiven, then maybe he wouldn't be…"
Peter held his aunt tightly, "Aunt May…I'm sorry…I didn't know."
"No…you didn't…" She wiped the tears from her eyes, "You couldn't because I didn't…no... couldn't tell you until today." The older woman cups his chin, "You and I carry a pang of guilt…a terrible guilt…yet you kept yours in silence which is no way to live Peter. If we cannot forgive ourselves than its time to we forgave each other and forgave the secrets that we held and our indiscretion for I kept them as well."
She wipes away the tears falling from his eyes, "I forgive you for hiding this part of your life from me and I forgive you for your Uncle Ben for that wasn't your fault."
Peter's lips began to quiver, "Aunt May…"
"Peter you're my nephew, no matter what you do, no matter what you are, no matter what you think, I still love you."
The dam broke the tears flowed freely as river coursing through the stream, he embraced her. The two Parker wept a relief washing over them as if a burden was lifted from their shoulders, however as sweet as the moment was it came to end.
"Peter there is something else I want to tell you.."
"What is it, Aunt May?"
She hesitated at first, then slowly she said, "Peter, I'm dying."
End Flashback
The world seemed to come to a screeching halt, the once tender moment was soon vanquished by those three words, words that he dreaded to hear given his aunt age in years. She told him that she only had three months, it wasn't a lot of time, but they tried to make the most of it with each other. It was the best three months he had with his aunt up until her deathbed, Mary Jane his fiancé came by to give her support.
Peter stared at the grave with a lump forming in his throat. The service as well was bittersweet remembering all the moments, he had with his relative whom he looked up to as parents or at least the closest thing he had to one.
Thunder, struck again, with a heavy heart he places the flowers beside the tombstone as he steps on the fresh dirt with two roses; one for his Aunt and the other for his Uncle.
"I'm going to miss you both." He muttered, he places his fingertips to his mouth kissing it then places it on the tombstones, "I love you both and I'll make you both proud."
He leaves soaked to the bone as he hails down a taxi to go back home.
Union Square area 8:40 PM
Peter climbs the stairs to his apartment, as his feet climb to the top, he hears the voice of his landlord Mr. Ditkovitch, "Rent!"
He growls lowly that man was going to rob of the little peace he had, sighing he turns to find the man with a few other men playing poker playing polka music.
He smiles flakily, "Hi…"
"Hi…" The man says, "What's 'hi'? Can I spend it?"
Peter closes his eyes for a moment, he knew that he was behind in rent, but he didn't need this right now, "Mr. Ditkovitch, look I got a check coming in…"
"Your 8 months late Parker, again!" He said unamused
"Look I promise…"
"Your promises are like crackers if I gave them to my daughter, she would be fat!" He said with a slightly amused tone, pointing to the girl cooking, the said girl had a slight blush on her face.
Peter twitched, "I'm sorry Mr. Ditkovitch, this is really not a great time." He said through gritted teeth, "My aunt just passed away."
"Oh…" The man bit his lips, the blonde girl demeanor fell to crestfallen, the other two men gave him a sympathetic look. The older man rubbed his temples, "Alright, I'll let you go and mourn your relative but if I don't have my rent by the end of the second week Parker, your ass is in the streets."
"Thank you." He said
"Hi, Pete…" The girl waved at him
He waved back; the man closed the door.
Peter finally reached his apartment it wasn't much, but it still beats living in the streets even though he is behind rent, it was small and cozy for him. His apartment combines a living room, bedroom, and kitchenette into a single room with the bed smack center along with his police scanner right next to him. He went to turn on the lamp illuminating his small room, the brunette man sighs rubbing his temples, it has been a very long week.
He checked his voicemail; the machine answered, "You have 2 new messages."
"Interesting…" He mused
"First new message received three days ago April 18, 2020, from Daily Bugle…" It beeped soon his boss J. Jonah Jameson's voice came on with his usual yell, "PARKER YOU'RE FIRED! I haven't received not one picture of that wall-crawling menace from you in months! YOU HEAR! MONTHS!"
Peter scowled, "Can't blame me JJ, you turned half the city against me."
"I don't ever want to see you in here again and if I do see you, I'll get security to throw you out on the curb! I'll make sure you don't work for another press industry again! GOOD DAY!" The machine beeped again. "Next new message received yesterday from Mary Jane Watson…*beep*…Hi Peter…it's me MJ…I want to let you that I will be going to Europe for a fashion show, I don't know how long I'll be gone. I know this is all of sudden you just lost Aunt May and I'm here if you need me but I think it's time…we…um…we…"
"Please don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, please don't say 'we have to talk' MJ…"
"We need to sit down to have…we need to talk Peter."
"Damnit!" Peter swore under his breath
"I don't think this relationship is going to work out Pete. We can talk more before I leave in two days, I hope to see you soon. Bye…*Beep* That was your last message to delete all message press the delete button twice…"
Peter flopped down to his chair stunned, no words came out to what he was feeling at the moment, the reality hasn't sunk in yet, he just lost his aunt, his job and now he was on the verge of losing his fiancé. He began to laugh hysterically, this couldn't be happening, this was all just a dream, right? His laughter soon became hollow which turned into silent weeping, his life couldn't be more messed up as it is.
Location Unknown lab
The sun was long gone the once dark gray clouds gave way to a much gentler appearance of a storm, yet the clouds remained giving the sky a purple hue to it. The rain had yet to cease as it continued to pellet the ground with its sharp edges. A hooded figure walks towards the facility in the dead of night as his feet splashed into a puddle rippling it. He goes into the front desk where a security guard was sitting as he typed away on a computer.
The guard looks up to see the hooded man coming up to him with a briefcase in hand, "Sir these premises are closed and off-limits I'm going to have to ask to leave."
The mysterious hooded man did not head his warning as he continued onward towards his destination another this one with a lock designed to be swiped with a card.
"Sir!" The guard stood up reaching for his gun but was shot down by a stream of energy, he fell unconscious to the floor after the blast. It was not fatally yet enough to knock someone out, he continued onward down a hall after overriding the security clearance with his electrical burst. He was soon faced with a glass door that required a password on the pad to be typed. The figure simply placed his left hand over it then short circuit the device allowing him access.
"Too easy." He said to himself
From within a laboratory, two scientists are working on a project that could change the world yet before they could do any more work the alarm sounded. Quickly they saw the glass door slide open with a strange man with a briefcase. Before they could react one of the scientists was hit with a wave of energy.
"Curt!" Cried out the female, she was too late to react when that same energy hit her knocking her out cold. The figure snorted as he came into view with a metal device that looked breastplates it was surrounded by a force field.
"Not a problem nothing that a little electricity can't take care of." The hooded man put the case down and revealed himself to be none other than Maxwell Dillon aka Electro. He is suited with a green spandex suit with yellow lightning bolts going down from the shoulders to the tights with yellow gloves and boots and a mask that looked like lightning bolts going berserk.
Electro looked at the controls panel then he fried it causing a malfunction within the system thus causing the alarm to blare. With the alarms on the madman grabbed the breastplate piece stowing it away in the briefcase.
From his position, Electro fired a stream of electricity at the computer turning it on in a blink of an eye revealing the project. He pulled out a flash drive then began to download all the information that the computer contained. Suddenly guns were heard Max turned then charged up forming a sphere of an electric current around him knocking security out with a blast. With the guards out cold he checked the flash drive, it was finished downloading, pulling it out he placed it in the briefcase.
"Soon we'll have the world on its knees, first New York than the world!" With a surge of energy, he blasted the roof open flying out laughing manically taking along with him the power for the residents of New York.
Suddenly, a black goo comes seeping out of its holding container due to the electrical surge that was put out. It damaged not only the equipment it also damaged the holding container of a very symbiotic alien creature. The creature came alive once freed from its imprisonment it was fed to maintain its strength however it missed its previous host who left it here three years ago. It was a small piece when it was in containment being study by those humans.
Over the years it began to grow in size until it was back to its original size before Peter gave it over to Curt Connors. If memory serves it correctly the original host Peter Parker rejected it for being alive or was it due to it changing him as it was slowly trying to permanently bond with him. Peter removed the creature using high-frequency sonic waves and the symbiote is imprisoned that was the first time. However, not too long after, the symbiote manages to escape and hide in Spider-Man's closet, disguising itself as a normal Spider-Man costume and successfully reattaches to Peter.
Peter decided to keep it for a little while enjoying the new feeling however that all changed when an innocent was caught in a feud and one of his enemies was nearly killed by the said suit. He manages to swing to a church and ring the bells until the symbiote detaches, but he passes out. The Symbiote, in a last act of mercy, drags Spider-Man to safety in the under croft, but decides to not bond with him again, and saddened, leaves for Eddie Brock who tied in webbing underneath them. Both were in pain one for Peter's rejection and the other in hatred towards Spider-Man, the symbiote finds Eddie Brock, sensing his own pain it bonds with him and creates Venom. Unfortunately, bonding with Brock twisted the creature. Developing into a more violent and aggressive behavior near insanity, having the main objective to kill Peter Parker for wronging them both thus leading into a love-hate relationship with the said person.
The creature shuddered, bonding with Brock reminded the symbiote who bonded to an alien native to an icy world. Who it later recalled as its first host - believing him to be a noble warrior and worthy host. How wrong was it; in reality, the warrior used the creature to carry out a genocide against his homeworld, twisting it into a predatory and hate-filled being addicted to rage. The alien arms-dealer Haze Mancer claimed to have captured the symbiote at some point. He was dosing it with chemicals to further amplify its aggression and bloodlust, but it lacked recollection of these events.
The creature took possession of a guard, using him to make sure it was mobile it needed symbiosis to live. A thought then occurred to it; perhaps if they would have talked in the beginning then maybe just maybe it would stay with Peter for a much longer time or indefinitely. Despite these experiences, it sought not to dominate its subsequent hosts like his brethren, the Klyntar desired to bond with and protect with its host. It was labeled as deranged due to its desire to form a single, strong, symbiotic bond with its host rather than using them for chattel. That was the reason why it was imprisoned on a random meteor.
Peter just wished to be a better version of himself, so the Symbiote did just that: made him stronger and faster but still look like the Spider-Man he wants to be. Eddie Brock, on the other hand, wants to look impressive and intimidating. The symbiote sighed heavily it will not go back to Eddie Brock nor towards its original body. It may have its original body memories due to the connection of being part of it however it will forge new bonds and hopefully rekindle an old one.
For now, it will find Peter Parker.
The Next day Soho MJ Apartment 10:00 AM
Peter rang the doorbell, sleep avoided him all night, he tossed and turned trying to get himself comfortable, yet he couldn't fall asleep. He was dreading the talk with Mary Jane, over and over he replayed what he had done wrong in this relationship. The only thing that came up was Spider-Man. Everything pointed back to Spider-Man, this is the reason why Peter can never hold onto a long relationship for long, Spider-Man always got in the way. So lost in his thought he didn't notice the door open to find Mary Jane smiling at him
"Peter…" He looked up, MJ gasped; "You look like you've seen better days."
"I look like crap and I feel like crap." He responded, "May I come in? Certain discussions are not meant for the public unless one them happens to have sensitive hearing than I'm fresh out of luck." The redhead moved to the side allowing more entry towards her apartment, Peter said nothing else as he entered. He looked around the space it was a lot nicer than his, a wall separated the kitchen from the living room something he wishes he had.
"So how are you doing by the way…after…you know…Aunt May?" She asked, "Would you like a drink of water?"
Peter glanced back at her, staring at her right hand, searching for the ring he got her on her birthday. To his disappointment and utter heartbreak, she didn't have it on her person.
"Let's not beat around the bush Mary Jane, I got your message last night after coming home from the funeral. You said we needed to 'talk' so that's why I'm here. So, let's talk to our little heart's desire and a glass of water would be fine."
Mary Jane blinked; she didn't trust herself to say anything at the moment only nodded to him. Once she was in the kitchen fetching them with some refreshments Peter sat on the sofa staring at her table counter. There was a black box on it with magazines spread throughout the glass top a lump began to form realizing that was the same ring he proposed to the fashion model.
He reached for it wanting to make sure that this wasn't real, he couldn't do it. He could not reach for it to confirm if his fear were true, he placed his hand on his leg gripping the fabric. Moments later Mary Jane came back with a small tray of crackers and refreshments, Peter took his glass of water chugging it down to his parched throat.
"Why…" He said
"What?"
"Why are you breaking up with me?" He turned to face her, "MJ after everything we've been through why with this sudden breaking up with me?"
The said girl placed her cracker back on the plate, wiping her mouth clean, she paused trying to form words, "I can't take it with you and your double life, not anymore." She began, "I cannot go through with it…" She said, "I know if I marry you, Peter, I would have to marry Spider-Man and I don't want that…I want the normal life to live not to be named Mrs. Spider-Man…"
"This is what it was all about eh?" Peter looked away, "You are leaving because you can't take me being Spider-Man." He bit his lips, "You know I made a commitment to uphold this costume to uphold my uncle dying words, 'With great power, comes great responsibility.'"
"I know you did Peter, he would be proud of what you have done for the City of New York. The problem is, I can't wait for you every night with me not knowing if you were coming home!" She shrugged slapped her hands against her thighs. "I wanted to marry the man, not the spider! Do you know how much sleepless night I had just watching you come home? You were nearly beaten to death, it was ridiculous! I even had a hallucination of you half dead!"
"Well, that is too bad Red! This is not some fairy tale where you can wave your magic wand..." He exaggerated with his hands, "To wish everything about my life to be normal. I lost everything Mary Jane; you want to know everything! I lost my uncle when I was 15! I lost my first girlfriend to my worst enemy who was back then my best friend! I lost my aunt to cancer, I just lost my job! I'm about to get kicked out onto the streets and finally I lose the girl of my dreams who, and I quote 'Love me for who...I...AM!" He pointed his finger at her while she was silent allowing tears to flow freely down her cheek, "What did you lose?! You lost nothing! You still have your job; you still have your relatives! Who do I have left MJ? Who?"
"Peter…"
"Do not 'Peter' me Mary Jane, you knew from the get-go; what you were getting yourself into." Peter turned his back on her, "I guess you don't love me enough…"
"Don't you dare say that!" Now it was MJ who pointed her finger at him, she was going to slap him, but he dodged by moving his head back, "I do love you, I wanted to marry you! The man part of you not the costumed life of yours. I loved you Peter, but I can't deal with it! I just want a normal life, be with a normal family, and grow old together I don't want a life with Spider-Man! I just want a life with Peter Parker."
"You want to know what is funny?" Peter laughed sarcastically. "Years ago I revealed my identity to Felicia. She loved the spider half, here I am again with the same topic only you love the man half…I can never win with love."
He grabbed the black box, "Hope your modeling career goes well and makes you happy where I couldn't."
He left, slamming the door in the process, Mary Jane on the other hand wanted to stop him, wanted to tell him she will deal with his double life, but she knew Peter wouldn't want that. Tears spilled out of her eyes freely, "I'm sorry Peter…I never meant to hurt…you."
Peter was still steamed after his conversation with Mary Jane, he decided to go on patrol to get his mind off this situation that he was going through. He had the sniffles as he tried to fight the lump swelling in his throat. He hoped that patrolling the city would clear his head, so far it hasn't been working. Evidently, he vented his frustration out on a thug stopping him from robbing a Bodega. A police officer had to calm him down or else Spider-Man was going to kill him.
"Hey let up man!"
Peter looked down at the swollen face of the thug, "Sorry…sorry…" He let him go running as fast he could from what he had done before web-swinging away, "I nearly killed him. My life sucks…"
The day finished with 2 attempted mugging stopped, a car chase put to a stop, and an attempted sexual assault stopped. After that he went about his day to find a job, first, he tried to apply for E.W Scripps; rejected, then he tried Altice: rejected, he tried 5th Ave: once again rejected. It was later during the evening that he couldn't take it anymore, he decided to go home to pig out to eat away his sorrows.
'Fairy Tales say you live happily ever after what bunch of bull!'
He was jobless, Jolly Jonah destroyed his chances to work as a photographer in another newspaper businesses by lying that Peter was the laziest, uncoordinated photographer ever. No matter where he went it was the same thing, all because he didn't want to take pictures of Spider-Man!
'Well screw you too Jameson.' He took a long chug of his soda; thanks to his high metabolism he wouldn't gain as much weight as normal.
There was a knock on the door, Peter panicked he quickly dashed to the closet in hopes to cover his costume up, he still hasn't changed his clothes. Again there was a knock followed by a voice, "Peter it's me Ursula I wish to speak with you."
"I'll be right there I am not properly dressed yet so give me a moment." Peter came stumbling out of the closest with a bathrobe on that went down to his legs. He proceeded to hit his toe at the base of his trunk, "OH! TOE, TOE OW!" Peter did hop to the door quickly unlocking it to reveal the blonde girl in her pajamas smiling with a batch of…cookies? Peter looked at his clock it read 10:40 PM, 'I nearly killed myself for this? Ugh, I need a new routine.' He cleared his throat, "Ursula hey…what brings you here?"
"Well I decided to check up on you Pete but when I knocked on your door at earlier you weren't home so I decided to come back later to check up on you, see how you were doing after you said about your aunt," Ursula said
Peter winced inwardly yet his face remained neutral as he looked at the Irish girl with a plate in hand, "Cookies?"
"Ah…no thanks, Ursula." Peter saw her smile falter a bit. He followed up; "Do not get the wrong idea, Ursula! It is not that I don't appreciate you trying to cheer me up it's just I just not in the mood right now I just got fired, my fiancé broke off the engagement, and right now…I just want to be alone."
"Oh, my goodness! Peter, I had no idea." She exclaimed, "Is there anything I can do for you? would you like some company for tonight after what happened? I could really help you get relaxed to get your mind off of certain things you now." She said in a seductive tone unbuttoning one of her top buttons to reveal a bit of her bosom. The girl may have been thin, but she was definitely blessed top and bottom.
He gulped dryly. No way on this green planet was he going to fool around with his landlord daughter even if it was just for tonight or it would be on the streets for him. He imagined the moment that he could the girl's father would tell him to marry her for deflowering his precious little girl. This girl had a longtime crush on him ever since he moved into the small apartment four years ago. She was cute, but she was no Gwen Stacey, Felicia Hardy, Angelica Jones, or Mary Jane…
"I appreciate the offer Ursula, but I don't think your father would approve, thanks for asking though." He said sincerely, he grabbed the plate of cookies giving her a quick peck on the cheeks causing the girl to light up like a Christmas tree from how red she was. "I'll give you back the plate after I'm done with the cookies. Good night…"
"Peter..."
"Hmm…"
Ursula crashed her lips on his, the young hero was stunned, the kiss was short and sweet she was now a tomato, "I really do like you Peter. I do hope we can be more than just friends in the future. Good night…"
The brunette's brain finally rebooted, his mouth let a jar, this was going to be complicated wasn't it? He groaned as he shut the door closed, when he did, he started to bang his head on the door lightly careful not to wake anyone else. He's just going to shut her down very, very gently, or at least as gently as he could. Inside the safety of his room he sighed, "That girl really needs to stop chasing after me it's unhealthy besides I'm not into her like that."
He placed the cookies on the counter after taking one he disrobed himself revealing his costume once more, he sniffed it than pushed it away quickly, when was the last time he washed this thing? It was already too late to shower and there was no way he was going to do if Ursula roaming about to help him 'relax'.
"Ugh, I need a new gig." Stripping to nothing but his underwear he flopped down on his bed shutting the lamp light going to sleep. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day for now he will sleep. Unknown outside the creature nearly took all day jumping from host to host but it was here outside of the apartment the black goo let go of the person it was holding to. It traveled a long way to find its former host, so it was now or never.
It slithered into his old apartment where Peter was, 'Soooonn…Parker…soon…'
Slithering through the cracks of the wall the symbiote travels quickly to where it once saw Peter in his room with that Irish man in living in front of him. Finally, after an hour of crawling it, gaze saw Peter snored lightly as he shifted in his bed unaware of a second visitor that was oozing through the door. The symbiote rose to full height watching him sleep, it needed to bond with Peter, or else it was going to die. However, before it did it looked around, yes this was the same place that it first appeared yet now was not the time for a trip down memory lane, it was time to bond.
Peter groaned as he opened his tired eyes, his bowel movements demanded him to use the restroom. At first, he thought he was hallucinating however his eye popped opened when he saw the shadow of the person trying to get him. Quickly Peter handspring out his bed avoiding a massive goo trying to cover him.
"What the heck!" Peter tried not to yell or else that was going to cause a commotion amongst the residents residing in the apartment. He recognized the white spider symbol from anywhere as he stood on the other side of the bed, "What are you doing here? What do you want!"
"Paaarrrkkeeerrr…hunger…need…you…" It slurred it once again tried to bond with Peter he managed to dodge by backflipping and then hand springing to the wall,
"Neeedddd…symbiosisssss…to…live…"