The symbiote had arrived with his space power magic
It tore through dimensions like ink through water, slipping from one universe into the next until it crash-landed on Earth-65, the world of Spider-Woman. The sky above Brooklyn flashed with a tear of dark lightning—gone in a blink—and a single black droplet of something alive plummeted into an empty alley.
The symbiote pulsed, twitching like a heart as it slithered through the cracks of this strange world. The scent was different here. Familiar, yet altered. It felt… potential. Raw. Ripe.
Then it found him.
Peter Parker.
He was young man, alone, sitting against a graffiti-stained wall behind Midtown High, clutching his side. Bruised. Broken. Just another hard day for someone who'd lost too much.
The symbiote slid across the wall above him, silent as nightfall.
Peter didn't notice the creeping shadow. Not until it dropped onto him like a wave of tar.
"Wha—?!" he screamed, thrashing.
But it was too late.
Tendrils pierced his skin. Muscles convulsed. The symbiote drank—not just flesh, but memories. Thoughts. Guilt. Secrets. Spider-DNA. In mere seconds, Peter Parker was no more.
Absolutely—here's that moment expanded, with the System Panel kicking in right after the symbiote consumes Peter Parker:
Peter Parker never had a chance.
The symbiote's mass engulfed him, crushing his screams in thick tendrils of living black. It slid into his nose, his mouth, his spine. It didn't just consume his body—it shredded his mind.
Within seconds, he was gone.
And then—ding.
A dark panel shimmered in the air before the symbiote's consciousness, invisible to all others.
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> [Venom System Activated]
Host: Symbiote #000-V
Target Devoured: Peter Parker (Variant)
Status: Non-Registered Superhero | Low-Tier Genetic Template
Rewards Granted:
– Bio-Energy: +200
– Genetic Absorption: Partial Spider Physiology
– Mutation Unlock: Web Generation (Organic)
– Passive Upgrade: Enhanced Reflexes (×1.5)
– Trait Absorbed: Low Advanced Intelligence
New Trait Installed: [Cognitive Leap I] – Grants the host tactical thinking and basic language comprehension.
System Note: "Host has consumed a variant Peter Parker not aligned with any heroic Spider League. Heroic Essence low. Bonus rewards withheld."
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The symbiote twitched—processing.
It understood now.
Thoughts no longer floated like drifting instincts—they clicked into strategies. Language. Names. Power classifications.
And most importantly… targets.
Spider-Woman was next.
Only knowledge remained. Power. Spider-potential.
And hunger.
The creature hissed. Peter's body collapsed like an empty husk. The symbiote slithered forward, seeking more.
And then—it saw her.
A flash of white. A streak of pink.
Spider-Woman. Gwen Stacy.
She was battling three thugs across the street, moving with elegance and ferocity. Her fists danced like thunderclaps, her web-lines cracking through the air.
The symbiote felt it instantly: she was different from Peter. Stronger. Sharper. Alive with rage and light.
She was perfect.
It clung to the shadows, crawling along pipes and windowsills, slinking behind dumpsters. Her Spider-Sense should've gone off—but it didn't. Not yet.
It was too subtle. Too cold.
When she turned her back for half a second, the symbiote moved.
A tendril slipped beneath her suit's hem, threading into the fabric. Another coiled around her leg, fusing with muscle and nerves. Her breath hitched—but she didn't know why.
The final strand curled around her neck like a scarf and merged.
Gwen froze for half a moment.
She felt… different. A spark under her skin. Her strength doubled. Her senses stretched outward like radar.
She smiled without knowing why.
"I feel… stronger."
But she had no idea what had just begun.
Gwen stared into the mirror, her eyes narrowing as she traced the lines of her face—same as ever, but sharper, more focused. Her pupils seemed darker, more reflective. She blinked, and for the briefest moment, her irises rippled like liquid ink before settling back into their normal hue.
She clenched her hand. The faint hum of power beneath her skin hadn't stopped since the suit changed. The symbiote—it was alive, inside her, whispering through the marrow of her bones. But it didn't feel malicious… not yet. It felt like potential. Power waiting to be unleashed.
We are stronger together.
She flinched, not used to the voice yet. It wasn't loud. It was subtle—like an intuition threading itself through her thoughts.
She shook it off and threw on a hoodie, leaping out her window into the night. Brooklyn shimmered beneath her. And as she perched on a rooftop, Gwen realized something bizarre—she could sense everything.
The flapping wings of pigeons ten blocks away. The crackle of a faulty transformer. The muffled sobs of a girl crying into her pillow behind closed windows.
"…What the hell?" she whispered.
Her mind was like a radar, pinging with sensations from over ten kilometers around her. Air pressure shifts. Footsteps. Voices. She could even taste the chemical breakdown of the wind.
Her limbs tensed as she tested her body with a flip. The wind howled past, but her movements were effortless. Her reflexes? Impeccable. Her muscles? Denser, faster. Her speed, agility, strength—all doubled, maybe more. She landed like a feather drifting on concrete.
And she felt hungry for more.
Suddenly, her senses flared.
Three blocks away. Gunfire.
She launched herself across the rooftops, moving faster than ever before. The city blurred past her in streaks of light and shadow. Within seconds, she arrived at the alley.
A group of masked men surrounded a car, smashing windows. A woman screamed from inside.
"No more games!" one thug shouted, raising his bat.
Gwen dropped behind him silently. Her hand extended, fingers curled like claws. The shadows shimmered.
Before he could blink, tendrils burst from Gwen's back, grabbing his arm and yanking him into the wall. The others turned—but Gwen was already moving. Her body danced between them, each strike enhanced by the symbiote's perfect synchronization.
One punch shattered a thug's ribs. A kick sent another flying into a dumpster. The tendrils lashed out like serpents, disarming the last two in a blink. They screamed and ran.
Gwen stood there, chest heaving, black strands retreating into her skin. The woman inside the car opened the door slowly, staring in awe.
"Are… are you Spider-Woman?"
Gwen paused… then smiled. "Yeah. I am."
She vanished into the shadows before the woman could say another word.
Back on the rooftops, Gwen landed hard, breath quickening.
You felt it, didn't you? the symbiote whispered.
The thrill. The strength. The fear in their eyes.
She didn't answer—but she didn't deny it either.
Something was changing.
Something deep.
Something new.
And somewhere else in the city, a ripple of dark energy surged from the smoking crater where it all began.
Another presence had arrived. Watching. Waiting.
Hungry.