Parasite hesitated. They had been so sure about it at first, but now…
Take it slow, don’t startle her.
Parasite spoke up, trying to make their voice as friendly as possible. “Gwen?”
When they didn’t immediately run away, they spoke up again. “Gwen, hey! It’s me, Alice! Remember!”
They made sure to stay partially in the shadows as they talked. Maybe if they talked first and then showed themselves, it wouldn’t go badly.
Gwen didn't go to Hudson Yard often. That would be obsessive. She didn't even expect to find Alice there.
But she would be lying if she claimed she didn't spend more time at the park than she used to. It was a good place to rest and sometimes patrol got stressful, so she'd take a few minutes and stop by.
Yeah, part of it was that it reminded her of Alice and she was able to feel a little less odd for a few minutes, but she wasn't trying to find them. That would be invasive. Gwen was getting better at recognizing that.
She sighed as she pulled at the grass, letting her mind wander. She tried to stay alert, she really did, but it felt like such a chore when there was simply her, grass, and air. So she let it go for a bit.
The wind blew at her side, not too strong, but it still made her shiver.
She heard footsteps as people wandered by. Not many, but some. Few stopped, which made sense. It was late and Gwen stayed hidden from the walkway between a tree and some bushes.
[Continue however you wish, sorry it took this long]
@spiritarachnid
Parasite had been lurking around Hudson Yard too, though they hadn’t been doing so as much.
Parasite had been in partial symbiote form. They had started to get more and more confident each day with it, especially after realizing that this was New York, where most people were used to aliens and mutants.
That didn’t change the fact that people still hid away, or grimaced, or moved away, or started to reach for concealed guns whenever they saw them, which was why they had been lurking a bit in the more shadowy parts of Hudson park when they had seen Gwen again.
Parasite almost did a double take, seeing the first person that had treated them normally and given them a chance. They had almost charged forwards before remembering that they didn’t have Alice as a host anymore, and seeing a symbiote host charging at them probably would be quite the alarming sight. Instead, they stood there for a moment, just staring, trying to contemplate what the next best move would be. They were really starting to regret not telling Gwen before they had parted they were a symbiote.
Ho, damn, sorry my guy, anyways have a nice day
Last time I take gossip/news from Sam smh/silly
Bucky when are you and Sam getting married
Yeah, that’s not happening. Sam’s great and all, but I’m already married—to Natasha. Y’know, love of my life, absolute badass, red hair, deadly hands? Yeah. That one.
But hey, if you’re looking for a wedding to crash, maybe ask Sam when he’s tying the knot with whoever’s lucky enough to deal with him.
“I… Have no idea. I’ve never actually fully bonded to somebody, not for a long time, at least. I know perfect symbiosis isn’t achieved immediately though- if at all- so maybe it works similarly? But maybe it would work differently, since perfect symbiosis is much more different than a normal bond?”
*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.
Hi! I’m existent, hello!
You’re a spider person? Hi!
DO YOU STILL HAVE A SYMBIOTE?
- @spidey-dad
YEAH!!!!
they’re @parasite-the-symbiote
…Huh.
I’m suddenly somewhat invested in the platypus. Why am I invested in a fictional platypus??? What the fuck???
can i call u nicknames???? i can’t think of any but ill do some thinking
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Depends. Most nicknames I’m fine with, I’ve taken all sorts of names that weren’t mine. As long as it isn’t something like “face eater” or “chomper.”
Ah, not much, I mean that’s a bit of an understatement but that doesn’t matter right now what about you?
parryyyyyyyyy! i miss u :(
@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer
Oh, hello!! Hey!! How are you doing?
Evidently this is a hot take, but John Walker is not the "evil Captain America" he's just not Captain America. He was given the title by his superiors, he's maybe arrogant enough to believe that's all it takes to be Cap, but he doesn't really seem to believe that because a lot of what he does in TFatWS smacks of insecurity, trying to prove himself to others AND himself, then his close friend is murdered right in front of him. He snapped and killed the wrong person for it in front of witnesses, but I can't believe no one finds that - or anything about the character - relatable. I relate to it and I've never spent one second in the military, had anyone expect me to fill the shoes of a national hero, or watched my best friend killed right in front of me while fighting international terrorists.
KILL KILL KILL HYRDA KILL
hail HYDRA.
Really? You’re going to play that card on me? Think again.
i- DAMN HOLY SHIT BRO
(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.
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