I Mean… Compared To Other Congress Members (and What A Certain Trumpeter Chose For The Department Of

Parasite nodded, their eyes widening and spikes going a bit more slack as they saw Wheelie. “I- yeah- grounding- grounding stuff. That. I don’t-”

They broke down, slumping to the ground, tail curled in under them.

Parasite was, admittedly, panicking.

They were scared. The spider was gone. Their friend was gone.

They were practically vibrating with anxiety as they searched, desperately looking for them. No, no, no, no, I can’t loose another-

They hadn’t bothered to hide in a nonhuman form, hadn’t bothered to take even a bit of precaution as they stood, perched atop a building.

Please… no…

What if they were gone what if they had been disgusted by them what if they were dead what if it’s my fault- Parasite couldn’t take it, couldn’t hold back as they let out a gutteral, alien scream out on the top of their lungs. They whipped around in a wide arc, their tail slamming into the metal railing and their claws painfully tearing into the concrete under them as they fully gave into the overwhelming, suffocating panic.

Parasite stepped into the room, blinking rapidly as their eyes adjusted to the light.

Their eyes were narrowed as their gaze darted around the room, eventually landing on Peter. They glanced between him and the test tube he held, and tilted their head to the side as they recognized the substance as one of its own, a symbiote.

Eventually, they spoke up. “Spider-creature? What are you doing?”

Parasite didn’t even bother to hide in their true form as it moved closer to him (it was too tired to mask their true self at the moment anyways, they just had to hope that this particular spider-person wouldn’t be too disturbed by their appearance).

//supposed to be posted earlier, but it never did go out

Location: A hole in the wall laboratory

Time and Date: 19:00 pm; March 3, 2025

TW// blood, ethical wrongs

—-

Peter was sitting at a work bench in a lab that looks like it’d seen better days. The lights above were flickering madly, giving an eerie presence to the surrounding equipment. Various vials and chemical compounds sat idly on shelves and the several other tables.

One of them stood out though. It was moving. Yeah, moving. It sat next to a normal vial of blood that seemed to be sparking a small bit. “C’mon Pete…” he mumbled as he pushed the chair back. “C’mon.”

He stalked towards the two vials and tilted his head. Moving. It was living. The vial was a tube of Eddie Brock and Venom’s combined blood— it’s what had created carnage. Eddie and Peter had come up with this together— a potential life saving procedure— and now Pete was carrying it out. Or he was going to try to.

He was on two different sides. On one hand? He could potentially save lives, help the world for the greater good, and all it would take was a little bit of blood sequencing. On the other? This was living. It was alive. It couldn’t live on its own, but Peter was keeping it alive and healthy in the cold tube.

He swallowed thickly as he picked it up and twisted it in his fingers. “C’mon. Just don’t mess it up this time. Don’t mess it up like you did with yours… don’t… don’t screw it up, Pete. Then it’ll be humane, right?”

He realized he was… shaking. He set the vial down and moved back to his desk. He slumped down and sighed heavily. “Fuck.” Humanity. Inhumane. Ethics. All of those damn rules.. what would Mr. Stark say?

—

Tags!: @insomniac-lifestyle @itzzkaylaaa @dam-that-river @under0-0s @thescarleteevee… and anyone else who wants to read or join or do whatever!

I try to stay away from most Peter variants, but from what I’ve heard he mayyy have died. Maybe. I heard that from a Deadpool though, so… Take it with a grain of salt.

What's going on with Peter? I disappeared for like a week and people are freaking out. What's up? Please explain

“Fair enough. Unfortunately the flesh was rotting too much- and i felt a bit guilty too. Probably that last part, actually.”

Another of our kind, fascinating, to think others share our idea!

@rage-the-symbiote aka a @wasteland-squog-baby side blog

“Oh, hello! You’re a symbiote too, I see! It’s always such a pleasure to meet another of our own kind.”

@we-love-redwing @official-buckybarnes

Fucking coward didn’t even do a flip when I pushed him off smh

DO A FLIPPPPPP

Why else do you think I summoned you here? Or @/ed you whatever the hell it’s called i have NO idea honestly

If you kill all your hosts have you ever thought about bonding with a Deadpool?

I…

…

@d-adpool WADE, GET OVER HERE I GOTTA TRY SOMETHING

PLEASE DO IT PLEASE PLEASE

americans pleeease. please kill elon musk 🙏🙏🥺😔😩🙏 americans! please. Please !!! kill elon musk. don't you remember gun.. ? bang bang ? your favorite game..? Americans... please. 😔🙏 have you forgotten your local deity, captain america: kill nazis??? americans !! I know you can do it 🥺🙏 please americans..

It did, in fact, seem to set Alice-Parasite at ease a bit (though they still seemed a bit wary). They trailed behind Gwen, following her movements as they made sure to keep enough distance in case they were forced to flee.

After a long moment of silence, Parasite’s curiosity won over their fear, and it found themself finally speaking up to ask, “Why are you helping me?”

“Hey, you! Spider…”

Parasite Alice paused, trying to regain control of their host’s body again why did they keep on fighting Parasites control why did they pick a host that was so difficult we need a new host soon FIND ONE

“What do you… What’s your opinion on symbiotes? What do you know about them?”

Parasite-Alice leaned up against a fire escape, her expression blank and emotionless.

Gwen froze and pulled her mask back down, spinning on her toes to face the newcomer. She hadn't even realized someone was there. She had to get a grip.

She tried not to seem too out of breath or panicky, but they'd likely be well aware if they'd been there for any time at all. They hadn't mentioned it yet, however.

It took a moment to process their question. She had to get a grip first. There wasn't a clear threat.

"...In theory? They're very interesting," That was flat. Not enough. This was a biology question, she liked biology. "I mean, I don't know a lot. But parasites are always interesting to learn about." She didn't know why this was one of the topics she always hedged on. Realistically, she knew her feelings. But this was one of the things where she had to test the dirt, to find her footing, before she could state her opinion. Especially because she still didn't know this person.

"I don't have anything against them. Certainly not the hosts, they are actively hurt in the exchange," She wrung her hands together. Paused. "I think my interest lands in what is best for the host and what they prefer." That shouldn't have been too far. No matter the harm inflicted on others, the host was a person in the exchange. And yet she found her grimacing as if she'd stated the most controversial opinion in the world. It was stupid.

"Uh, may I ask who you are? And what your opinion is?"

“I can do either, as long as I’m partially out like right now. Right now though, I’m talking out loud. You should be able to tell when I’m talking out loud or in your head, though.”

Parasite shifted around again, before speaking up, their voice echoed and faint, both quiet and loud at the same time.

“This is what it should sound like when I’m talking in your head.”

*Wheelie skips over to the spot that Parasite said and he looks around.*

Heyyyy, I’m here!

*He’s wearing a bright pink unicorn hoodie and pink cargo pants so he shouldn’t be too hard to spot.*

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Parasite drops from the tree, letting go of the ant they had temporarily grabbed onto.

“Hey! Over here!”

The small alien moved closer, looking up at them.