5 things - Five ways peter parker could have been fused to the symbiote.
First, for navisx: Five ways peter parker could have been fused to the symbiote permanently
1) There’s no justice. He used to believe in it, he used to believe that he fought and bled and hurt for it but not anymore. Everything he’s ever done, every villain he caught, every person he rescued, hell, every time he saved the entire world… what was that all worth now? They called Captain America a traitor and a terrorist, they had him killed (oh yeah, he knew THEY were behind it, too cowardly to put him on trial, they’d chosen to assassinate him), they put good people in jail while murderers, psychopaths and child-killers were regarded as heroes, they shot Aunt May… and now MJ, the woman he loved more than anything else… no, he couldn’t bring himself to even think THAT word, thinking it, accepting it, would made it true and it wasn’t true, it wasn’t real. He refused to believe that Iron Man ordered Green Goblin of all people, to capture him. He refused to believe that anybody would be stupid enough to think that it would work out. He refused to believe that they said that it had been an accident. Osborn did ‘this’ on purpose, a biggest idiot would see that… good god, what sort of a blind, power-hungry bastard Iron Man had become? He had been a hero once, now he acted worse than the villains he used to fight. And he had dared to try to justify himself, coming to him only hours after… … …after that had happened?
“I’m sorry Peter but…” was the only thing he’d managed to say though, before Peter started to scream, cursing him, SHIELD, the act, the government, the people and then, when the words had left him, he continued to simply scream for hours in pain, frustration, in grief, knowing that as soon as he’d stop, Stark would come again, use his exhaustion against him and say those words. Yes, he knew what Iron Man wanted to say: “I’m sorry Peter but you’ve brought this upon yourself, you’ve brought this upon them. If you stayed with me, then it all wouldn’t happened. Your aunt and your wife would be alive, you wouldn’t be locked here. It’s all your own fault.”
Justice didn’t exist because if there were justice Stark would be the one dead, Osborn would be in jail, Cap and May would be alive and MJ would be ‘here’.
But they weren’t because justice didn’t exist.
All he could do now was to sit here and await the trial, because there was no chance in hell he’d ever want to join Avengers, Initiative or whatever Iron fucking Man, fucking director of fucking S.H.I.E.L.D. liked to call his little Storm Troopers these days.
God, what if he had planned it?! What if he had sent Osborn so he’d ki… take MJ from him to break him completely? Yes, that was the plan from the very beginning! Son of a bitch, that bastard, that murdering, alcoholic slut! If he ever got his hands on him…
“I’ll help you Peter. I know a way out. They didn’t even notice I’m gone, they don’t know I’m here. Join me, become one with me again and we’ll make them pay. Together.”
There’s no justice in the world yet but they would create it and bring it to everyone. Soon.
2) That was officially the 17th worst day of Peter’s life. First, he got beaten up by a bunch of D-listers and now he found himself chained to a wall in a dungeon that looked like a set for gay S/M porn. There was truly no way it could get any worse… “Hello, Peter. No, don’t struggle, I just want us to be together again.” Oh SNAP.
3) “It’s simple Peter. Either you join me or I’ll kill the rest of the hostages.”
“Are you insane?! Eddie, those are innocent children! How can you…”
“There is no Eddie here, there is no Venom, I’m here, just me and I’m tired of chasing you. Come to me or I’ll start killing them, one by one. How many of them should I kill before you understand that I am not joking? Aren’t those two enough? Should I kill two more? Five? Maybe ten? Maybe I should begin with… her!”
“No, god, please, don’t. Leave… leave her alone. I’ll join you.”
“Oh Peter, I knew you are a man of reason. Come to me, love, I missed you so much…”
4) “Peter, are you sure…”
“There’s no other way!” He knew he should feel bad about snapping at Captain America like that, especially that the older man was simply concerned about him but he’d heard this stupid question thirty times already. Yes, he was sure. No, there was no other way. No, of course he didn’t want it. Who would want to merge with a crazy alien symbiote (except for Cassidy and Brock, that is) but like he said (more like repeated over and over, ever since Richards announced the results), there was no other way, those creatures… beings had to be stopped and if merging with the symbiote for the rest of his life was what it took to do so, he was ready for it. He was Spider-Man. He was an Avenger. He was a hero.
He was really scared.
5) The fight was quick and brutal, as Venom was really taken aback by Spider-Man’s strength and determination. A few well placed punches, a single kick and Eddie Brock found himself lying on a rooftop, unable to move. When this little spider learned to hit so hard?
“Eddie, darling…” something in Peter’s tone made Eddie’s back cover with sweat. He sounded… dangerous? “give back what’s mine of daddy is going to have to spank.”
The feeling of symbiote practically tearing himself away from his body and leaping at Peter (who welcomed the alien literally with open arms) was physically painful. “What…” he managed to gasp out weakly, confused.
“Oh you know, I met this one dude from another dimension that did something to my head. Apparently, I’m evil now! I wanted to pay our dear Multiple Js a little friendly visit first but then I saw you and thought, why not? Now Eddie, if I were you I’d start running. I’ll show you how it feels when you have to run away three times a day from a crazed villain that wants to merge with your ass.”
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1) There’s no justice. He used to believe in it, he used to believe that he fought and bled and hurt for it but not anymore. Everything he’s ever done, every villain he caught, every person he rescued, hell, every time he saved the entire world… what was that all worth now? They called Captain America a traitor and a terrorist, they had him killed (oh yeah, he knew THEY were behind it, too cowardly to put him on trial, they’d chosen to assassinate him), they put good people in jail while murderers, psychopaths and child-killers were regarded as heroes, they shot Aunt May… and now MJ, the woman he loved more than anything else… no, he couldn’t bring himself to even think THAT word, thinking it, accepting it, would made it true and it wasn’t true, it wasn’t real. He refused to believe that Iron Man ordered Green Goblin of all people, to capture him. He refused to believe that anybody would be stupid enough to think that it would work out. He refused to believe that they said that it had been an accident. Osborn did ‘this’ on purpose, a biggest idiot would see that… good god, what sort of a blind, power-hungry bastard Iron Man had become? He had been a hero once, now he acted worse than the villains he used to fight. And he had dared to try to justify himself, coming to him only hours after… … …after that had happened?
“I’m sorry Peter but…” was the only thing he’d managed to say though, before Peter started to scream, cursing him, SHIELD, the act, the government, the people and then, when the words had left him, he continued to simply scream for hours in pain, frustration, in grief, knowing that as soon as he’d stop, Stark would come again, use his exhaustion against him and say those words. Yes, he knew what Iron Man wanted to say: “I’m sorry Peter but you’ve brought this upon yourself, you’ve brought this upon them. If you stayed with me, then it all wouldn’t happened. Your aunt and your wife would be alive, you wouldn’t be locked here. It’s all your own fault.”
Justice didn’t exist because if there were justice Stark would be the one dead, Osborn would be in jail, Cap and May would be alive and MJ would be ‘here’.
But they weren’t because justice didn’t exist.
All he could do now was to sit here and await the trial, because there was no chance in hell he’d ever want to join Avengers, Initiative or whatever Iron fucking Man, fucking director of fucking S.H.I.E.L.D. liked to call his little Storm Troopers these days.
God, what if he had planned it?! What if he had sent Osborn so he’d ki… take MJ from him to break him completely? Yes, that was the plan from the very beginning! Son of a bitch, that bastard, that murdering, alcoholic slut! If he ever got his hands on him…
“I’ll help you Peter. I know a way out. They didn’t even notice I’m gone, they don’t know I’m here. Join me, become one with me again and we’ll make them pay. Together.”
There’s no justice in the world yet but they would create it and bring it to everyone. Soon.
2) That was officially the 17th worst day of Peter’s life. First, he got beaten up by a bunch of D-listers and now he found himself chained to a wall in a dungeon that looked like a set for gay S/M porn. There was truly no way it could get any worse… “Hello, Peter. No, don’t struggle, I just want us to be together again.” Oh SNAP.
3) “It’s simple Peter. Either you join me or I’ll kill the rest of the hostages.”
“Are you insane?! Eddie, those are innocent children! How can you…”
“There is no Eddie here, there is no Venom, I’m here, just me and I’m tired of chasing you. Come to me or I’ll start killing them, one by one. How many of them should I kill before you understand that I am not joking? Aren’t those two enough? Should I kill two more? Five? Maybe ten? Maybe I should begin with… her!”
“No, god, please, don’t. Leave… leave her alone. I’ll join you.”
“Oh Peter, I knew you are a man of reason. Come to me, love, I missed you so much…”
4) “Peter, are you sure…”
“There’s no other way!” He knew he should feel bad about snapping at Captain America like that, especially that the older man was simply concerned about him but he’d heard this stupid question thirty times already. Yes, he was sure. No, there was no other way. No, of course he didn’t want it. Who would want to merge with a crazy alien symbiote (except for Cassidy and Brock, that is) but like he said (more like repeated over and over, ever since Richards announced the results), there was no other way, those creatures… beings had to be stopped and if merging with the symbiote for the rest of his life was what it took to do so, he was ready for it. He was Spider-Man. He was an Avenger. He was a hero.
He was really scared.
5) The fight was quick and brutal, as Venom was really taken aback by Spider-Man’s strength and determination. A few well placed punches, a single kick and Eddie Brock found himself lying on a rooftop, unable to move. When this little spider learned to hit so hard?
“Eddie, darling…” something in Peter’s tone made Eddie’s back cover with sweat. He sounded… dangerous? “give back what’s mine of daddy is going to have to spank.”
The feeling of symbiote practically tearing himself away from his body and leaping at Peter (who welcomed the alien literally with open arms) was physically painful. “What…” he managed to gasp out weakly, confused.
“Oh you know, I met this one dude from another dimension that did something to my head. Apparently, I’m evil now! I wanted to pay our dear Multiple Js a little friendly visit first but then I saw you and thought, why not? Now Eddie, if I were you I’d start running. I’ll show you how it feels when you have to run away three times a day from a crazed villain that wants to merge with your ass.”
Now that I remember, I'll post one a day (I worked the whole week, including weekends and I'll work for the next week as well :(). If you wish to add something post your request here