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Spider-Man is... Peter Parker?! PT. 1
Note(s) : This is inspired by a post from @kzele and the reblog by @thecatchat
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The itching ache corrupting his mind wouldn't rest, the unrelenting screams and the claws that nag at his every waking moment. Peter Parker, a teenage boy, Spider-Man, a superhero, he doesn't feel like one, not right now.
The Symbiote infecting his mind was not his own fault, yes, he had been slightly careless, and yes, he could've prevented it, but foresight is something he didn't and couldn't have had.
Today? Our superhero isn't awake, Peter is asleep, a victim of his own mind. The Symbiote, Venom, takes over, and while Peter is not conscious, Venom fights the crime that he would otherwise be unable to stop. There's one problem with this shortcut, it's killing him, infecting him slowly, his attitude is worse, his empathy is gone, his love for his family and friends is no longer.
Unknown to Peter, the symbiote doesn't just take over when he's asleep.
And while he's being punched, kicked and slammed into the ground, Peter can't feel any of it, the Symbiote keeps his consciousness at bay. The ones fighting him don't know his true identity, they may not know Peter Parker, but they know Spider-Man.
The Sinister Six can tell something is wrong, they know the infamous web slingers moves, his sarcastic quips, the way he voices his thoughts out loud, but this day he's dead silent.
Even when he burnt his tongue and it hurt to speak he still did, this is... Different, unnerving. Like when you visit a place after years, the differences are so small it's practically the same, but it's not quite right enough for it to be familiar.
Only one thought is shared between the six villains.
This isn't Spider-Man.
The thought for many is just that, something they can brush over and never think of again, but for Sandman and Doc Ock, one a man who has been beaten by Spider-Man more than he can count, and the other a super genius, it's hard to get rid of the feeling that something's wrong.
The Symbiote infecting Spider-Man has enough strength to defeat the Sinister six as if it's no real feat, and it's getting close to that.
Doctor Octavius' plan is running thin, his current battle with Spider-Man growing desperate. Vulture is flying above, occasionally scratching the Spider to try and aid his team mate. Rhino has his horn stuck in a building, which he can't pull out because Sandman and Electro are next to him, one stuck in a puddle and beginning to regret even coming along, the other is almost completely out of electricity, laying down limp on the ground a few meters away.
But, one member came more prepared than he could ever realise. What the Symbiote didn't anticipate was Shockers new upgrade, it looks the same as his regular gauntlets, works similarly too. It uses sound waves to stun and even incapacitate a human, the noise is at a frequency that it could even deafen some one if used in long periods of time.
He'd wanted to try out on the spider for weeks, but somehow the infamous hero was always busy with another criminal, now, he has his chance.
While Spider-Man was busy with Doctor Octavius', throwing kick and punch to the metal arms, which he surprisingly didn't have any issue with, Montana snuck behind him, and sticking out his fist, he yelled for Octavius to move and he fired.
Doc Ock's moved out of the way, and he turned for a moment, only for a moment so he could check on one of his damaged tentacles, but his head snaps right back to the Spider when he hears a blood curdling scream.
They had all expected Spider-Man to hold his hands on his ears, to yell and try to run away, but the noise he's letting out doesn't sound like anything the bug had made before, it doesn't even sound human. Two voices at once drown one another out, the symbiotes control is becoming fragile, Peter's mind is slowly awakening.
Electro gets off the ground with a groan, hunched over, he stares in confusion, his eyes trying to narrow, to focus on the scene that's playing out before him. Finally, Sandman manages to escape the predicament, he hoists up Electro and walks a bit closer to... Whatever is happening, allowing Rhino to yank his horn out, partially collapsing the building.
Even more confusing was for Spider-Man to begin convulsing, his screams get louder, his body contorts as he falls to the ground, twitching erratically. The entire Sinister Six watches in a mix of horror and confusion as his suit begins to peel off his body, whatever the creature is, it begins to worm around, desperately trying to cling to its host.
Shocker immediately puts both of his hands together, blasting the creature with full force in an attempt to separate it from Spider-Man, in his head, this is because it's clear... Whatever this thing was, gave Spider-Man his new found strength, and none of the Sinister Six want to go through a beat down that embarrassing again.
Spider-Man's body immediately stops struggling when the creature finally separates, he lays limp, but the strange goop continues to scream and try to worm away, it sounds ungodly, something that'd give a man nightmares, it desperately attempts to crawl away from the unbearable pain it's in.
"Will one of you morons help me?!" He yells frantically, the black goop writhes, unable to move away from Shockers blast as it's mind is flung into full panic. After a few beats of silence from the Sinister Six, the symbiote still screaming, one of Doc Ock's tentacles slam down a trash can over the creature, keeping it trapped in place.
In their panic and stunned confusion, they failed to notice what happened to Spider-Man, that the strange creature wasn't just a top of his regular suit, it was on his skin, when their eyes finally focus on the web Slinger, they realise what just happened.
There on the floor lies a young, skinny boy, he's completely limp on the ground, his skin is pale and covered in dark bruises, he's only dressed in a tank top and shorts.
Vulture lands on the ground with a thud, staring in shock at the sight before him. But soon enough, both his and Electros eyes widen in recognition, that mole, those eyes, that hair, that's Peter Parker.
"That boy is skinny, what are they feeding you city kids..." Shocker mutters under his breath, so quiet that he didn't even realise he spoke, his eyes stare blankly, yet in slight confusion, at the limp body.
"What the hell is that?!" Rhino exclaims, staring, dumbfounded, by whatever that creature is and whoever this boy is.
Sandman could feel Electro squirming slightly, and so let him go, the electrical charged man seems to be in a trance, his eyes wide and breathing shallow.
"Peter...?" Electro takes a few steps closer to his limp body, he can see the pain he's in, his breathing is shallow, his lips slowly turning blue from the cold.
"That's the alien brought back by Sargent Jameson's ship." Doc Ock observes, his eyes narrowing as he stares coldly at the garbage can, it shakes every few moments, the symbiote is desperate to escape it's new cage.
"Wait, wait, so, Spider-Man is a kid? And he got infected by some random alien goop?" Rhino blurts out, in shock at the situation presented to him.
"No, you insolent fool." Doc Ock shoots a glare towards Rhino, adjusting his goggles for a few seconds. "This is just some boy the... Parasite, must've taken hold onto." He explains away, waving off Rhino and his, rather astute, observation.
"Yeah, that makes sense, doc! This kid is Peter Parker, he's an intern at Conners laboratory, I used to be the electrician there." Electro suddenly pipes in, he almost goes to pick Peter up, but jerks back upon realising he doesn't have his gloves on. "He's way too wimpy, there's no way he's Spider-Man." He firmly states.
"He's also Norman Osborn's son's best friend..." Vultures eyes narrow slightly as he mutters cold words, he crosses his arms and makes no move to help Peter.
Sandman feels sick to his stomach, he's frozen in shock, hardly able to process the situation. He never wanted to hurt a kid, or anybody, sure he robbed banks, but he never set out to try and hurt civilians. This isn't what he signed up for.
"We need to get this kid to safety, now." His voice comes out strained, losing it's casual and rough nature, he uses his sand to pick up Peter, his eyes snap around, observing the city to find a safe place.
"Hm..." Almost hesitant, Doc Ock furrows his brows for a few moments before speaking up. "We have a safe house for emergencies, follow." Doc Ock waves a hand to motion Sandman forward, but for a moment, and only a moment, his eyes linger on Peter before he begins to walk off, his tentacles propelling him forward.
Given my last post about drawing my universe's Sinister Six and some more Spidersona art, plus a few extra characters.
I'm resting for a few hours because I just drew like six characters in two hours and my brain hurts 乁( •_• )ㄏ
First post here, I don’t know yet if I’m going to publish anything else. May be!
if anyone cares
reblog if your name isn't Hans.
2,121,566 people are not Hans and counting!
We’ll find you Hans.
Spider-Man: If my villains were the PAW Patrol, Shocker would be the one with the submarine. Sure, he could be neat on his own, but everybody else has way cooler gimmicks and they kinda just do what he does anyway, so he's just sorta -
Shocker: Christ, I know you like to do your quips, but this is just cruel, man.
Babies 💕🥹
Doc (Doctor Octopus): Thought you could sneak up on me? I have six arms my boy, prepare to get wrecked~
Electro: I’m sorry I’m sorry Please-
(From up to down)
(1) Shocker: Told ya’ it was a bad idea
(2) Vulture: How amusing, i didn’t know he had such a high voice
(3) Kraven: He sounding like a Rubber Ducky
(4) Rhino and Venom: *giggling*
(5) Sandman: *flustered* O-oh.. I wish I never get on your bad side Doc
(6) Green Goblin: It’s entertaining tho
(7) Mysterio: Now you wish you’d listened to Montana, didn’t you?
Ok here’s the promised Simi ficlet
You can actually read this as platonic and romantic so I hope you guys like it.
I greatly appreciate any feedback and maybe even some prompts or requests if y’all want me to write more specific ficlets.
Anyway here’s Kimi being a gentle sweetheart and wiping away our golden puppy’s tears
Please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes or dm me if they are too annoying lmao
In 2010, Vettel’s rise was meteoric. His sheer talent and the prowess of the Red Bull Racing team created a formidable combination. The first championship was a dream come true. Yet, even then, whispers of criticism began to surface. Some questioned whether his success was due to the car rather than his skill. The phrase “a champion built by engineers” started making rounds in the press.
By 2011, the whispers had grown louder. Journalists began to dissect every aspect of Vettel’s driving. “Does Vettel really have the racing intelligence of a true champion?” one headline questioned. Every maneuver, every decision on the track was analyzed with a fine-tooth comb. If he won, it was expected. If he faltered, it was headline news.
The 2012 season was perhaps the most grueling. The competition was fiercer, and Vettel’s dominance was no longer a given. Media outlets latched onto any sign of vulnerability. “Is the pressure getting to Vettel?” they asked after a rare mistake at the Malaysian Grand Prix. The relentless questions about his mental fortitude began to chip away at his once unshakeable confidence.
By 2013, despite securing his fourth championship, Vettel was exhausted. The constant barrage from journalists was relentless. At every press conference, the questions were sharper, the critiques more pointed. “Does Vettel’s dominance signal a lack of real competition in F1?” and “Is Vettel ruining the sport’s unpredictability?” were common refrains. It wasn’t just about his driving anymore; it was about his very presence in the sport.
In private, the toll was evident. Vettel, once full of vigor and passion, found himself questioning his own abilities. The joy of racing was being overshadowed by the fear of making mistakes that would be ruthlessly dissected. His team noticed the change, often finding him deep in thought, a shadow of the exuberant driver they once knew.
One particularly grueling press conference after the 2013 Japanese Grand Prix became a turning point. Despite securing yet another victory, the press conference that followed was anything but celebratory.
The room was filled with journalists, eager to ask their questions. However, this time, the tone was more aggressive and personal. One after another, they peppered Sebastian with questions that implied his success was hollow. The atmosphere was charged with a palpable tension, and it wasn’t long before the questioning turned hostile.
“Sebastian, do you think your success is more about Adrian Newey’s car than your driving skills? Do you think you’ve had an unfair advantage with the car?” one reporter asked, his voice dripping with skepticism.
“How do you respond to claims that your championships are less valuable than those of past legends because you never had real competition?” another chimed in, eyes narrowing.
His voice, usually steady and confident, wavered. “I have always given my best, on and off the track,” he said, his frustration palpable. “I respect the history of this sport and the champions who came before me. If you think my achievements are less because of the car I drive, then you underestimate the effort it takes to win consistently. This isn’t just about me; it’s about the entire team. We work hard for every single victory.”
The questions were thinly veiled accusations, each one more cutting than the last.
Vettel’s usual composed demeanor began to crack
“Do you think your dominance is ruining the sport’s excitement?”
“Isn’t it true that without the best car, you wouldn’t even be a contender?”
The relentless barrage of accusations and doubts hammered at Vettel’s psyche. He tried to maintain his composure, but the weight of the criticism was overwhelming. His answers became shorter, his voice strained. The room seemed to close in on him, the once supportive walls now echoing with doubt and disdain.
Finally, a particularly harsh question broke him. “Sebastian, do you think you’ll ever be as respected as drivers like Schumacher or Senna, given that your success is seen as less earned?”
Vettel’s eyes glossed over with a mix of frustration and hurt. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the words caught in his throat. “I… I think that’s enough for today,” he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. “Excuse me.”
He stood up abruptly, leaving the room in a hushed silence. The journalists, momentarily stunned, watched as he walked out, his shoulders slumped under the weight of their words.
Sebastian sank onto a bench, his head in his hands. The tears came unbidden, hot and silent, as he fought to keep his sobs from escaping. The weight of the season, the constant scrutiny, and the relentless pressure finally broke through his defenses. He felt small, overwhelmed, and terribly alone.
“Seb?”
The voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but it cut through the fog of Sebastian’s misery. He looked up to see Kimi standing a few feet away, his expression as unreadable as ever. Kimi had always been an enigma, a man of few words, but there was something in his eyes now—a depth of understanding that Sebastian hadn’t expected.
“Are you okay?” Kimi’s voice was gentle, devoid of the usual sarcasm and aloofness.
Sebastian tried to muster a response, but the words caught in his throat. He shook his head, his shoulders trembling with the effort to hold back his tears. Kimi’s presence was both comforting and disconcerting; the Finnish driver had never been one for emotional displays, and Sebastian didn’t know what to expect.
Kimi took a step closer, then another, until he was standing right beside Sebastian. Without a word, he sat down on the bench, his arm reaching out to rest gently on Sebastian’s back. The gesture was simple, but it carried a world of meaning. It was an offer of solace, a reminder that he wasn’t alone in this moment of vulnerability.
After a moment of silence Sebastian lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with unshed tears. “I can’t do this anymore, Kimi. They keep tearing me down. No matter what I do, it’s never enough.”
Kimi pulled him into a hug, strong and reassuring. “Listen to me, Seb. You are an incredible driver. You’ve proven it time and again. The media… they don’t understand. They don’t see the hard work, the dedication. They only see the results, and they twist them to fit their narrative.”
Sebastian shuddered, hot tears slowly rolling down his cheeks and Kimi leaned back just enough to be able to look into Seb’s glassy eyes and wipe away the tears while he spoke, his voice a soothing murmur in the quiet room.
“You’ve achieved so much. Four World Championships, countless won races. Don’t let them take that away from you. Remember why you started racing. The love for the sport, the thrill of the race. That’s what matters.”
As Kimi held him, he reached up to stroke a stray curl out of Sebastian’s face, the gesture so gentle and innocent that it broke through Sebastian’s defenses. A sob escaped his lips, and he buried his face in Kimi’s chest, his body shaking with the force of his emotions. Kimi continued to whisper soothing words, his hands stroking Sebastian’s back in a steady, comforting rhythm.
The room was quiet, save for the sound of Sebastian’s muffled sobs and Kimi’s calming whispers. Sebastian clung to Kimi, drawing strength from the Fins unwavering support. He felt the knots of tension slowly begin to unwind, replaced by a sense of warmth and security.
“You are a champion, Seb, my champion” Kimi continued, his voice steady and reassuring. “Don’t let their words define you. You define yourself by your actions, by your passion.”
Sebastian nodded against Kimi’s chest, the tears still flowing but the anguish beginning to ebb.
For a long time, they sat there in silence, the noise of the outside world fading into the background. Kimi’s arms remained a steady anchor, his silent support speaking volumes. When Sebastian finally lifted his head, he saw a small, understanding smile on Kimi’s face.
“Thank you, Kimi,” he whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Kimi’s embrace tightening around Sebastian. “You don’t have to do anything without me. We’re in this together. And no matter what happens, I’ll always have your back.”