Don’t Worry, I’m Usually Pretty Cooperative And Fine With Most Stuff.

Everyone arguing in russian while John and Ava look awkwardly at each other:

New York Hell’s Kitchen, W 48th street around Clinton community garden. If it’s too far away I can come over to wherever you are though.

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

I…

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

Oh? Oh! Venom!!! Hello! Fellow symbiote!!! How do you do?

FRIEND

@bstandsforbabydaddy

FRIEND?

FRIEND!

Me when multi shipping:

@official-buckybarnes WHAT DOES IT MEAN THERE’S TWO OF THEM NOW???

Bucky, in his apartment: *drinking his morning coffee while watching the news*

*News broadcast showing Joaquin going after two missiles and Sam surfing on another one while getting shot at*

Bucky, slowly putting down his cup and staring at the TV blankly: ... Oh my god, there's two of them.

[fair enough, I was struggling to come up with some of these so I accidentally got really vague in certain points. It looks pretty good to me tho!]

Uhhhh idk what to title this so here take this

(anyone is welcome to fill out the bingo card, just make sure to @/ me in it!)

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 seems distracted enough by that new question. “Yeah.”

After an awkward moment of silence, it spoke up again, their voice a bit hesitant. “I mean, don’t we all? I didn’t realize there were symbiote’s who didn’t.”

A small blob, the size of a subway rat approaches. It is grey, with a full spectrum of colors dancing over it.

“Hello. We I have not met another of my kind before. I am VICE.”

— @bluejayandvice

“Salutations, little one!”

Parasite crouched down to Vice, their eyes wide as they examined the symbiote

“Vice, you say? I’m Parasite. It’s a pleasure meeting another!”

Probably foxglove or spider irises, though blue lilies would also be acceptable.

However since I’m not part spider I’m probably (hopefully) not going to die anytime soon, though- if you are part spider, then lifespan is probably more along 47 years, so I take back that statement.

@spidey-official @reallyreallyspiderman @pavbhaji-prabhakar @brooklynsspiderman @brooklynsspiderwoman @definitelynot-peterp4rker tag all the spider-men and women of the multiverse

Parasite-Alice smiled at them, but this time, it wasn’t forced.

“Thanks, again.”

Parasite knew that there would be a long way to go before they could be considered friends, but they would figure it out. It brought them a sense of comfort too, knowing where they would most likely be this time of day.

“If you need to find me, I’ll usually hang around midtown west or Lincoln square. Though, a fair warning, I may… Look a bit different.”

And with that, Parasite-Alice started to walk away, pausing to turn around and say, “See you later?”

“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?"