(Marvel, DC, images, manhwas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
As the gentle caress of dawn's first light brushed against his slumbering form, the man's eyes slowly fluttered open, awakening to a world reborn in the morning's embrace. The remnants of dreams faded like wisps of memory, and with a languid stretch and a drowsy yawn, he embarked upon the journey of consciousness.
With a deliberate pace, he ventured towards the bathroom, a ritual of morning rituals unfolding with quiet resolve. The rhythm of awakening echoed through the stillness, as he tended to his everyday necessities with the practiced grace of routine.
Yet, as the final thread of solitude began to unravel, the melodic voice of his mother beckoned him from afar, a call resonating with warmth and familiarity. The magnetic pull of kinship drew him to descend the stairs, each step a fleeting journey through the fabric of familial connection.
(Karito) "I'll be there in a sec!"
Having donned a shirt that bore the mark of a new day, he traversed the threshold of his chamber, where the lingering fragrance of freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the air like a sweet serenade. The subtle notes of joy played upon his lips, and with a contented smile, he embarked on a leisurely descent towards the source of the delectable aroma.
Stepping into the familial sanctuary of the downstairs abode, a tableau of domestic tranquility greeted him, where his older sister, a portrait of elegant nonchalance, found solace amidst the timeless allure of cinematic diversions. A symphony of flickering images danced across the screen, accompanied by the mellifluous hum of her own musings, as she sought refuge in the realm of random movies, a sanctuary of amusement for the sake of idleness.
(Karito) "Hey, sis we are gonna eat now."
(Sister) "Yeah I heard, I'll pause it now."
The Karito's sister gracefully rose from her seat, a confluence of elegance and poise, halting the ongoing show with a measured pause that attested to the arrival of all family members at the dinner table. A symphony of collective presence unfolded as each member took their designated seat, a tableau of unity and togetherness, bound by shared ties of kinship.
In the sacred hush of the moment, they embarked upon a solemn ritual, a reverent prayer that offered gratitude for the sustenance laid before them. A sense of devotion pervaded the air as their hearts whispered thanks, an intimate connection with the divine, resonating amidst the companionship of their shared repast.
Yet, within the cocoon of familial familiarity, a subtle peculiarity lingered in the air. An uncharacteristic silence enveloped the dining table, as if the everyday banter that typically animated their gatherings had mysteriously taken leave. An undercurrent of unease rippled through the midst of this anomaly, the pause heavy with unspoken words and untold sentiments.
As awkward minutes passed, a poignant sense of longing surfaced in Karito's soul, a yearning for the warmth of camaraderie and the joyful exchange of familial anecdotes. Sensing the need to bridge the unspoken chasm, he readied himself to break the silence, to usher in the harmonious flow of conversation once more.
However, before his voice could find the words to weave their way into the dialogue, his mother's voice, tinted with a hint of nostalgia, beckoned him forth, using his former name.
(Mother) "Adriel, mind if I ask you a question?"
(Karito) "Uh... y-yeah?"
(Mother) "Why...?"
(Karito) "Why?"
(Mother) "W̷̘͕̼͕̺͚͎̻̆͒͌͛͆̇͐͝h̸̢̦̗̘͍̯̆̉͋̋͐͠y̷͕͎̱̖̦̿̇͐̔̀̉͛̕ͅ ̷̧̝̙̝͓̺͈̘͈̪́̍͋̒̿d̵̢̨̬̗̊́̓͛͐̎̈́î̵̯͠d̵̛̥̏̐͋̅̍ ̷̘̙͎̩̺̘̬͙̩͉̈͆͐y̶̨̝͖̲̣̬͆͒̅̀ọ̴̲͉̼̐̑͂͒ù̶̠̳͕̳̟͍̦̲̈̋͐̌̈́̅̀̕̕ ̷̝̥̳͙͉͛̍̾͂̎̍̆̉͂͘l̷̥̤̺͕̬̞̖͍̍e̸̮̬̒̊̅͗̈́̑͘a̷̲̹̼̥͆͋͐͛̍̒̋v̸̙̱̠͈̼̙͍̬̑̍̓́̇̈̕͝͝e̵̥̮̿ ̵͓͈̥̱͕̥͉̲̙̈́̇̑͂̓̆̚ͅů̴͈̽̊̃̀̒͝s̶̖̝̮͓̙͝?̴̳̣̬͕̦̳̥̗̺́̄͋̆͠͝͝
In a surreal and horrifying twist, the faces of his loved ones began to decay before Karito's very eyes, their once familiar features turning into a nightmarish spectacle of rotting flesh.
(Mother) "Ẅ̷̠̖͇̀̄͑̋̓̑a̵̛̳͑͒s̴͔̞̥͉̉͝ ̵͉̟̰̺̠͑̇́̋͊͝͠Í̸̧̨͚͈̳͠ ̵̬̮̩̖͂å̴͓͔̼̜̣̻ ̵̝̞̪̞̲̟̰̯̏̀̈̋̅̀b̶͔͇̖̽̈́̾́̑̋͊â̸̡̖̲̘̥̻̾͋͘̕͜d̴̖̻̋͑͐̚ ̵̛̭̣̆́́̆̊͝m̷͍͉̫͍͖͐̽o̷͎̤͌̓͝t̴͔̘͖̥̹̝̱̀̏̂̾͜͠ḥ̴̯͉̬̲̼͉̌́̅̆̿é̸̱̬͉͚̖̬̞̠̊̍͒̎̏r̴̦̙̖̝̦͕̞̉̈́̓̿́?̶̡̙͔̯͕̻̅̍̈̉̚͘͠ ̶̢̧̼̦̦̮̀̀̒̊̓̀̆͝I̷̢̲̺̱̩͇̗̗̾s̵̤͍͓̞̱͙͋͋͗̓̚͜ ̴̛̹̞̠͍͋̅͊̔͘͘̚ẗ̵̢̥́̒̀̌͘h̵̤͒̇̾͜͝a̴͇͚̣̲̱̖̎̈́̑͒͐̚t̵͉͋̔͐̃ ̷̡̡̹̝̭̜̫̊̌̆͝͠w̸̱̣̯̹̒́h̷̢̜̞̖̮̣̪̖̿̈́̓̒̑y̶̫̅͋̔̇̚ ̵̫̻̻̘͊̃͋͗͛̾y̸̧̮͈̆̚ō̷͔̬̠͈̝͑̑͛̆͂u̶̠͎̎̀͑͒͆̐̅͒ ̶̮͖̳̞̗͎̰̥̉ļ̵̳͇͚̩̉̂̆̒̚͠ę̸̡̩̟̥̤̃̃̆̿͊͝f̶̠̩̠͎̬̀̽͐t̷̡̟̠͒̍̽̀͒̀̀͘?̸͚̙̎̇̄̂
As an eerie and malevolent presence took hold, ethereal undead hands emerged from the shadows, wrapping around Karito's trembling form with a spectral grip. The nightmarish touch of these phantom appendages rendered him immobilized, ensnared in a chilling tableau of otherworldly horror.
Within this suffocating embrace, terror gripped his heart like icy claws, and his cries of anguish echoed through the darkened abyss. The surreal encounter wove a sinister tapestry of fear and helplessness, as if he had become an unwitting participant in a ghastly performance orchestrated by the realm of the macabre.
(Mother) "Y̴̖̲͔̳͛̈́̋̕o̷̙̺͉̓u̸̡͖̫̼͖͖͙̗͂̂̑ ̸͙̠̼͚̅ͅl̷̦̟̼͓̔̃̒͗͝ě̴̞̖̫̳͍̀f̴̢̨̛͕͚̙̠̓̐̂̓̅͝t̶̝̤̲̟̖̳̩̅ ̶̛͍̱̀̄́́̚͘ų̸̳͇͙̠̏̓̎́͊̒͘s̷̼̙͛̃̊̓̀ ̵̧̀̐͐̀̆͆͝͝a̸͇͚̾̓̉͂͝l̸͎͔̯̘̼̟̈͐̏̽̔͜͠l̷̢͚͕͖̖͒̿͂ ̴̞̜̙̰̥͉̞̄̾̎͒̎̀̕͝b̷̆̈̊̔̅̈͜e̶̩̤̰̻̞̬͖̪͗̀̑̔͋h̶̭̗͑̔ͅi̸̝͂̒̏̏͂̔̿ǹ̶̢̞̮̪̪̬͙̳d̸̠̺͚̗̣̹͛̅̑̈̆̈́͠.̸̗̮̹̠̼̆̎̽͊.̴̻͋̂.̴̡̡̣̦̩͓̰̝͛"
Karito's anguished cries reverberated through the void, a desperate plea seeking solace amid the sinister forces that ensnared him. His voice, laden with desperation, echoed with each fervent repetition of "NO!" as he sought an elusive refuge from the unfolding horror.
Amidst the spectral hands that encircled him, he struggled against the inexorable force pulling him downward, his futile resistance a testament to the visceral fear that enveloped his very being. Yet, as he grasped for any semblance of reason or escape, his mind found no respite, no plausible justification for the haunting encounter that had befallen him.
(Karito) "NO! MOM! PLEASE! DAD! I'M SORRY! NO!"
Embrace the suffocating grasp of torment, as it ensnares your very soul in its relentless clutches...
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Real-time
Awakening with a gasp, Karito found himself amidst the clinical confines of a hospital room, his heart rate monitor indicating a state of distress. A vigilant nurse swiftly entered to attend to him, her compassionate presence offering solace amid the disquietude.
(Nurse) "Spider-Man, calm down. You are in a hospital."
(Karito) "I noticed. How long have I been here?"
(Nurse) "A day."
Upon introspection, Karito observed the once-raw wounds from his intense duel with the formidable Darks now rendered as naught but distant memories. His body, bore no traces of the visceral encounter that had once ravaged his form. The resilience of his regenerative powers, reaching a crescendo of near-perfection.
(Karito) "Call Tony Stark."
(Nurse) "Y-Yes, sir."
Rising with a composed grace, Karito found himself adorned in a seamless transition of casual attire, as if the very essence of his wardrobe were effortlessly summoned forth from an unseen inventory. Serenely patient, he awaited the opening of the door, its creaking hinges heralding the arrival of a nurse who held a phone.
(Nurse) "He's on the phone."
(Karito) "Thanks." Grabs the phone "Tony? What has happened in the span of a day?"
(Tony) On the phone "Umm I might've said that we would capture Bucky and Steve in 72 hours I was almost begging on my knees to get that time, I used the excuse that we needed you and it worked... So we have 48 hours right now."
(Karito) Sighs "You know how I feel about putting my own friends in prison."
(Tony) "It's not like we have a choice. Pluss, since those darks appeared and had to explain what they were you are literally obligated to go everywhere now."
(Karito) "Are you fucking serious?"
(Tony) "Yup... look, I know you are in a very bad mood since all of this happened so I prepared a gift for you."
(Karito) "A gift?"
(Tony) "Yeah, come by the lab quickly. Remember that we don't have much time."
(Karito) "Yeah, I'll be there."
(Tony) "Wait, you sure you can move?"
(Karito) "My healing factor has gotten better so I think if I just rest for a few hours I'll be healed up. I don't need a day to heal like before completely."
(Tony) "Damn... I envy you sometimes."
(Karito) "Thanks, I'll be right there."
With the finesse of a seasoned acrobat, Karito gracefully leaps out the window and glides through the urban expanse. His web-swinging prowess propels him toward the facility where the Quinjet awaits.
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Small time skip
Karito's presence graced the hallowed halls of the Avengers compound as he navigated his way towards the laboratory. Upon entering, an enigmatic sight greeted his discerning gaze: Tony Stark, engrossed in an intricate process involving a peculiar substance—a liquified red suit, its essence cloaked in mystery.
(Karito) "Hey boss, what's up?"
(Tony) "I hope you know that you sound like Chico Mark every time you do that, right?"
(Karito) "That's the idea." Chuckles "Well I hope that doesn't make you Margaret Dumont. So, what are you doing?"
(Tony) "I'm almost done putting the final touches on your new uniform. Just making the design..."
(Karito) "What does it do?"
(Tony) "With the few test I did, I was able to see its capabilities. This suit will be able to change you physically to whoever you want, it has unlimited webbing, it can also camouflage like you, you can make solid weapons with your limbs, your healing factor will be greatly improved, it can track someone by scent no matter how far they are as long as you have something from the person you're looking for. In other words, all of your powers will be increased drastically!"
(Karito) Inside his head "Kara, this is a symbiote... right? I hope this isn't the Carnage suit."
"Yes, it is a symbiote suit but it's not Carnage."
(Karito) Inside his head "So... it's Toxin?"
"Yes. It's the Toxin symbiote."
A subtle smirk graces Karito's countenance as contemplation takes hold, the wheels of his mind turning with a calculated intrigue. "Perhaps," he muses introspectively, "I can harness its power, tame the tempest of violent tendencies that swirl within. With its childlike personality, I may yet guide it, akin to a father nurturing a prodigious offspring."
Yet, within this enigmatic prospect lies the realization that vigilant watchfulness shall be his constant companion. A symbiotic alliance, like the delicate balance of nature, demands both nurture and caution in equal measure. In the embrace of such an amalgamation—the formidable strengths of Venom, and the chaotic prowess of Carnage but multiplied—the prospect of newfound power beckons, an alluring promise that could tilt the scales in his favor.
The very thought of wielding this amalgam of capabilities evokes a symphony of possibilities, an orchestra of potential that entices him with its magnetic allure. As he envisions the fusion of these extraordinary abilities, an undeniable conviction takes root: the potency of such a union could prove instrumental in thwarting the nefarious Darks, serving as a formidable weapon in the battle for justice and righteousness.
After measured contemplation, Karito's discerning mind forged a profound resolution, accepting the enigmatic gift bestowed upon him by Tony—unaware of its symbiotic nature.
(Karito) "Thanks, Tony, I'll put it on in a sec."
(Tony) "Alright." In his head "Well... I haven't completely tested the suit out but it should be fine, this is Karito. He's gonna be fine."
As Karito sought refuge within the confinements of the closet, his gaze descended upon the enigmatic suit that lay before him, its presence eliciting a stoic calmness that veiled the tempest of emotions within.
(Karito) "I know you're a symbiote named Toxin. How long ago were you born?"
As Karito's deft command of Bio-Electricity shimmered with illuminating prowess, a seamless force field enveloped the enigmatic suit, rendering it a captive within the ethereal confines. In this masterstroke of precaution, the symbiote's capacity to abruptly entwine itself with his being was artfully nullified, held at bay by the web of electrified energy that encased it.
(Toxin) "I... where am I?"
(Karito) "You are in a dimension called the MCU timeline, Earth 616 or Earth-199999. I am its protector Karito Josue, Guardian of the Multiverse."
(Toxin) "Wait... don't talk all fancy words, it confuses me."
(Karito) "You are in another world."
(Toxin) "Thank you."
(Karito) "Do you know where you're from?"
(Toxin) "Uh... no, it's like I gained a conscious when you called me and just gave me a name."
(Karito) "Huh, is that so?"
(Toxin) "Yeah, can you like be my host already? I can't live if I don't have a host."
(Karito) "You can but for a while."
(Toxin) "You seem to know an awful lot more about my species than I know about it myself."
(Karito) "Well, you can see inside my head when we bond."
(Toxin) "REALLY?!"
(Karito) "But there will be conditions."
(Toxin) "Shit..."
(Karito) "I'll be the one in control, always."
(Toxin) "What?! WHY?!"
(Karito) "Because I know your kind, that's why. I will help you, I promise that."
(Toxin) "Hmmm...."
(Karito) "Look, I don't want this relationship to be hostile. I want to have a 100% bond. I know it has to do with compatibility or how we work together. So, I'll try to be the best teammate I can be while you also do the same, we will help each other."
(Toxin) "Hmmm... Has anyone ever told you that you can make a speech?"
(Karito) "Sometimes... So yes or no?"
(Toxin) "Alright, not like I have much of a choice."
(Karito) "Awesome. Now latch on."
With resolute intent, Karito released the restraining force field that bound the symbiote, allowing it to writhe and course across his being. The sentient tendrils cascaded like an otherworldly dance, engulfing his entire form in a mesmerizing display of fluidity and grace.
As the symbiote's embrace encircled him, hands of liquid ebony caressed every inch of his physique, melding and blending with an ethereal symbiosis that defied the boundaries of mortal comprehension. The once separate entities converged into an inseparable fusion, transforming Karito into an embodiment of the symbiote's latent potential.
This enigmatic transformation reached its crescendo as the symbiote reached his countenance, cloaking his visage in a vibrant hue of crimson on his upper body and navy on the lower body. The symbiote, now revealed as Toxin, seemed to claim dominion over Karito's very identity, manifesting its enigmatic nature in the form of sleek, gray lenses that adorned his eyes.
As he gazed upon his reflection in a nearby mirror, Karito's eyes sparkled with a newfound sense of awe and self-discovery. The amalgamation of Toxin and Karito, unified in a symbiotic communion, presented a striking visage that bespoke the enigmatic duality now entwined within him.
(Karito & Toxin) "Now this is sick." Smirks
In a mesmerizing display of metamorphosis, the symbiotic suit encasing Karito's form underwent an extraordinary transmutation, a dance of colors that shifted with an enigmatic grace. The once vibrant crimson hue gracefully yielded to the depths of a rich navy, cascading like an elegant wave from his core.
As the colors melded and converged, an ethereal aura seemed to enshroud Karito, with droplets of crimson and navy radiating from his form, crackling like the essence of electrified energy. Even the once stoic gray lenses assumed a fluid, liquified appearance, embodying the symbiotic harmony that now coursed through his being.
A striking symbol of the spider, once confined to a specific region, now stretched and expanded, almost transcending the boundaries of its original confines. An enigmatic testament to the unification of man and symbiote, the symbol seemed to imbue Karito's entire being with an air of mystique, a seamless amalgamation of identities that now coexisted in remarkable tandem.
Engrossed in the reverie of his newfound form, Karito's moment of introspection was interrupted by Tony's concerned voice, a reminder of the world beyond the confines of his reflection. With a profound sense of self-discovery and transformation, Karito collected himself, answering the call to reassurance and reaffirming his readiness to confront whatever lay ahead.
(Spider-Man) "Yeah, I'm fine! Check my new suit out."
As Tony Stark stepped into the confines of the closet, his discerning eyes fell upon Karito's transformed form, clad in the resplendent splendor of the new suit. A momentary gasp escaped from Tony's lips, betraying his awe at the sight that greeted him.
(Tony) "Holy shit! You look sick! How do you feel?!"
(Spider-Man) "Like I'm 10 times stronger than before."
(Tony) "You can have an easier time with those Darks now."
(Spider-Man) "Yeah... them."
(Tony) "Karito?"
(Spider-Man) "Nah it's nothing."
(Tony) "As much as I wanna test out your new suit we can't, I have a new member in mind that we can recruit."
(Spider-Man) "Really? Who's this newcomer?"
(Tony) "He calls himself, Spider-Boy."
(Spider-Man) "Someone's a fan." Smirks
(Tony) "You have no idea, he wants to be you so bad but he only has half of your powers."
(Spider-Man) "So we gonna see him now?"
(Tony) "Yep."
(Karito) Symbiote goes inside his body "Bet."
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Location, Queens
As the young man stepped out of the elevator, he exuded an air of purpose and intrigue, clutching a DVD in his hand with a sense of determination. His gaze meandered along the corridors of the apartment complex, seemingly immersed in the task at hand, all the while seeking the keys adorning the back of his pants with a touch of finesse.
As he approached his apartment door, a moment of contemplation swept across his countenance, perhaps a fleeting pause to savor the allure of the unknown that awaited him on the other side. The moment passed, and with practiced ease, he unlocked the door, granting access to the enigmatic realm that lay beyond.
(Peter) "Hey, May." Grunts
Peter Parker stepped into the living room, his mind occupied with thoughts that veiled the presence of the two guests engaged in conversation with Aunt May.
(May) "Mmm. Hey."
(Karito) Mumbles to Tony "I bet 100 he's gonna fan girl about me more than you."
(Tony) Mumbles "Boy, I'm THE Ironman and Tony STARK. You are gonna lose."
(Karito) Mumbles "You said he was trying to be me."
(Tony) Mumbles "Actually... I don't wanna bet anymore."
(Karito) Smirks
(Tony) Looks away annoyed
(May) "How was school today?"
(Peter) "It was okay. This crazy car parked outside...." Sees Tony and Karito
(Tony) "Oh, Mr. Parker."
(Karito) "Sup."
(Peter) Peter.exe has stopped working
(May) "Peter?"
(Peter) "HEYMYNAMEISPETERPARKERITSANHONORFORYOUTOBEHERE!"
(Karito) "Pff..."
(Tony) "Tony and this is-"
(Peter) "ITSSPIDERMANITSAPLEASURETOMEETYOUANDYOUTOOMR.STARK!"
(Tony) "Okay, I didn't think the fan thing was this exaggerated."
(Karito) "It was about time we met. Did you get Tony's emails? Right?"
(Peter) About to start crying "Y-Yeah. Yeah." Starts to control himself "Regarding the..."
(May) "You didn't even tell me about the grant."
(Tony) "The September Foundation."
(Peter) "R-Right."
(Karito) "Exactly, remember when you applied?"
(Peter) "Y-Yeah."
(Tony) "I approved so now we're in business."
(May) "But you didn't tell me anything. What's up with that? You keeping secrets from me now?"
(Peter) "I just know how much you love surprises so I thought I would let you know..." Gets nervous "Anyways, what did I apply for?"
(Tony) "That's what we are here for to hash out."
(Peter) "Okay. Hash it out, okay."
(Tony) "It's so hard for me to believe that she's someone's aunt."
(May) Chuckles "Yeah, well, we come in all shapes and sizes, you know?"
(Karito) "This walnut date loaf is exceptional. Where can I find these so I can buy the rest of it."
(Peter) Massive doubt "Uhhh, you sure?"
(Karito) "Yes." Eats it slowly
(Peter) "Umm, is this grant got money involved or whatever? No?"
(Karito) "Told you."
(Tony) "Yeah, it's pretty well funded."
(Peter) "Yeah? Wow."
(Karito) "He's Tony Stark, of course, there's money."
(Peter) "Point taken."
(Tony) "Can we have five minutes with him?"
(May) "Sure."
As the trio made their way into the confines of Peter's room, an aura of curiosity and anticipation seemed to envelop them. Within this sanctum of Peter's personal space, a delicate air of intimacy resonated, where glimpses of his true self were nestled amidst the artifacts that adorned the room.
(Tony) "How do you eat that?!"
(Karito) "Live my life and you'll know." Eats another one slowly
(Tony) "Well the walnut date loaves go, that wasn't bad." Looks around the room "Whoa, what have we here? Retro tech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?"
(Peter) "Uh, the garbage, actually."
(Tony) "You're a dumpster diver?"
(Peter) "Yeah, I was... Anyway, look, um, I'm VERY excited Spider-Man is in my room but I know I did not apply for your grant..."
(Karito) "Kinky."
(Peter) "What?"
(Karito) "What?"
(Tony) "Ah-ah! Me first."
(Peter) "Okay..."
(Tony) "Quick question of the rhetorical variety." Shows an image of Peter stopping a car thief in his Spider-Boy suit
(Peter) "Um no!" Stammers "What do you mean?"
(Karito) "Mhm. Look, Peter. Us Spider-people can detect each other with this weird sensation in our heads so..."
(Tony) Shows another video of Peter catching a car "Look at you go. Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour. That's not easy. You got mad skills."
(Peter) "Wait! Mr. Spider-Man what do you mean sensation?"
(Karito) "Alright, the sensation I'm talking about is called a Spider-Sense. It helps us detect danger or works like a radar, so I can detect people like me with similar powers when there nearby, didn't you feel a sensation telling you that you're like me?"
(Tony) "This is new you haven't told me about this."
(Peter) "Y-Yeah... when I saw you I felt like I could trust you. It was weird."
(Karito) "You can trust us, Spider-Boy. Your secret is safe with us, I guarantee it."
(Tony) "We'll in this onesie he's definitely a Spider-Boy." Pokes a trapdoor on the roof and reveals Peter's homemade costume
(Peter) He runs towards it and grabs it in his chest "Um... uh..."
(Karito) "It's fine man, relax."
(Peter) Pouts "It's not a onesie. I don't believe this. I was actually having a really good day today and this happens. I'm still happy my inspiration is here, but I don't know how to feel right now."
(Tony) "Who else knows? Anybody?"
(Peter) "Nobody."
(Tony) "Not even your unusually attractive aunt?"
(Peter) "No. No."
(Karito) "Gotta give it to Tony, she is pretty damn attractive."
(Peter) "My emotions are all over the place right now. But back to the point, if she knew, she would freak out. And when she freaks out, I freak out."
(Tony) "You know what I think is impressive? This webbing. It's very similar to the one Karito has but weaker. Who manufactured it?"
(Peter) "I did."
(Karito) "Tony, I can tell he's like me but without the electricity and all the extra stuff."
(Tony) "Oh god!" Grabs the goggles "Can you even see in these?" He puts them on "I'm blind!"
(Peter) Grabs his suit "I can see in those. Okay? It's just that when whatever happened, happened..."
(Karito) "Like your senses have been dialed to 11."
(Peter) "Exactly. It's hard to explain."
(Tony) "Nah I get it, I'm always putting up with this asshole all the time."
(Karito) "Hey!"
(Tony) "You're in dire need of an upgrade. Systemic, top to bottom, hundred-point restoration." That's why I'm here."
(Karito) "And I'm here for a different but somewhat the same reason."
(Tony) "Why are you doing this?" Peter looks confused "I gotta know, what's your MO? What gets you outta that twin bed in the morning?"
(Peter) "Because..." Stammers "Because I've been me my whole life, and I've had these powers for six months."
(Tony) "Mmm-hmm."
(Peter) "I read books, I build computers. And, yeah, I would love to play football, but I couldn't then, so I shouldn't now."
(Karito) "Of course because you don't want to accidentally tackle someone into the afterlife."
(Peter) "Exactly. But I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not..." Stammers "It's so hard to explain the things I can do, you don't know how it feels like..."
(Karito) "I'm gonna stop you there."
(Peter) "What?"
(Karito) "I know what you mean. Exactly what you mean. I know that many of the bad things that had happened over the years happened because of me. Because I wasn't strong enough to avoid as many casualties as I can. Many people's death is because of me because I wasn't good enough to save them but I won't allow myself to be put down because I failed before when I can succeed next time. I can be better next time. I have pushed myself beyond anything I have ever done before... I do this because I have a responsibility to accomplish, it is my duty to protect the weak and hope I can save one more... then hope again to save one other person. The villains that use their powers for bad I have to put them in their place for the sake of this world. My job as a hero is to defend and save the people... even if many hate me."
In the aftermath of Karito's profound statement, a profound silence enveloped the room, leaving Peter and Tony momentarily at a loss for words. The weight of those utterances seemed to resonate deeply within Peter, evoking a profound admiration that reverberated in the depths of his soul.
(Karito) "Just looking for the little guy, right?"
(Peter) "Y-Yeah, just looking out for the little guy. That's what it is."
(Tony) Stands up "I'm gonna sit here, so you move the leg." Sits down and pats Peter on the back "You got a passport?"
(Karito) "I don't even think he even has a driver's license."
(Peter) "Yeah, I don't have one."
(Tony) "You ever been to Germany?"
(Karito) "Tony, their financial standards are worse than mine when I lived with my parents."
(Peter) "Damn, I know we are poor and all but you didn't have to do me like that."
(Karito) "Force of habit, sorry. Anyways, you'll like Germany it's pretty neat."
(Peter) "But I can't go to Germany."
(Karito) "You're worried for your aunt?"
(Peter) "I...uhh...yes..."
(Tony) "Better tell Aunt Hottie I'm taking you on a field trip."
(Peter) "But I can't just drop out of school."
(Karito) "Who said anything about dropping out?"
(Peter) "What?"
(Karito) "This is the Avengers kid, you'll learn more with us than in school so don't worry. Pluss you can be in and out whenever you want without getting your grades affected."
(Peter) "...."
(Karito) "It'll be fine man." Headpats him "Don't worry about it."
(Peter) "A-Alright. I'll go."
(Tony) "How do you do that?"
(Karito) "Do what?"
(Tony) "Convince people."
(Karito) "I don't know, I'm just nice."
(Tony) "When you want to."
(Karito) "Exactly."
(Tony) "Let's go to Germany then."
(Karito) whispers beside Tony "But he won't join the fight."
(Tony) "Why not?"
(Karito) Whispers "He needs training and we are gonna fight experienced people. He has the power to keep up but not the experience. So he'll learn, from me."
(Tony) "Alright, I get your point."
...
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...
Upon the vast expanse of an empty parking lot, situated near the pinnacle of a towering structure, the illustrious team Captain America assembled with a precision befitting their reputation. Each member, driven by an unyielding commitment to their shared cause, arrived at the designated meeting spot as promised.
(Clint) "Cap."
(Steve) "You know I wouldn't have called if I had any other choice."
(Clint) "Hey, man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I promised Pietro to help Wanda while he's gone looking for other people like him."
(Steve) "Thanks for having my back."
(Wanda) "It was time to get off my ass."
(Steve) "How about our other recruit?"
(Clint) "He's rarin' to go."
He walks towards the white van and slides open the door.
(Clint) "Had to put a little coffee in him... but he should be good" Car door slams
(Scott) "OH, SHIT?!" Wakes up "Ughh... What time zone is this?"
(Clint) "Come on. Come on."
(Scott) "Captain America!"
(Steve) "Mr. Lang."
As the two distinguished figures of Scott and Steve stood before each other, an air of formality and mutual respect infused the atmosphere. However, amidst the shared warmth of their handshake, an unexpected moment of awkwardness seemed to weave its way into the exchange. Scott's seemingly well-intentioned curiosity led him to linger just a touch too long, inadvertently creating a fleeting sense of discomfort in the air.
(Scott) "I-It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow! This is awesome! Captain America." Looks at Wanda "I know you, too. You're great!"
In the realm of this momentous encounter, Scott's gaze lingered upon Steve, his eyes seemingly entranced by the aura of strength and valor that enshrouded the distinguished Captain. A fleeting impulse of curiosity overcame him, urging his hand to reach out and gently grace Steve's shoulders, as if seeking to understand the essence of the man behind the legendary mantle.
(Scott) "Jeez. Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so... thanks for thinking of me." Looks at Sam "Hey, man!"
(Sam) "What's up, Tic Tac?"
(Scott) "Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I..."
(Sam) "It was a great audition, but it'll never happen again."
(Steve) "They tell you what we're up against?"
(Scott) "Something about some psycho-assassins?"
(Steve) "We're outside the law on this one. So if you come with us, you're a wanted man."
(Scott) "yeah, well, what else is new?"
(Bucky) "We should get moving."
(Clint) "We got a chopper lined up."
Amidst the hallowed halls of the structure, an eerie silence descended, only to be abruptly shattered by the piercing wail of an evacuation alarm that resonated with an unsettling urgency. The staccato rhythm of the alarm reverberated throughout the space, like a haunting echo of imminent danger.
In the midst of this unsettling soundscape, a voice, foreign and commanding, emerged from the concealed recesses of the speakers. The guttural cadence of German lent an enigmatic air of intrigue, the words carrying an air of authority that demanded attention.
(Bucky) "They're evacuating the airport."
(Sam) "Stark."
(Scott) "Stark?"
(Steve) "Suit up."
As the minutes passed, the team suited up for action. Captain America led the way towards the chopper, but their plans were thwarted by a cunningly placed jammer, damaging the chopper's engines. Suddenly, Ironman and War Machine descended with a resounding thud, ready to face the impending challenge.
(Iron Man) "Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport." Takes his helmet off "Don't you think that's weird?"
(War Machine) "Definitely weird."
(Captain America) "Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this."
Emerging like an ethereal figure from the very essence of the shadows, a majestic presence revealed itself to the assembled team. Cloaked in the regal garb of the Black Panther, a figure of enigmatic grace and strength stepped forth with an aura of regality that commanded instant reverence.
(Black Panther) "Captain."
(Captain America) "Your Highness."
(Iron Man) "Anyway... I only have 36 hours left to bring you in. I was given 3 days and I wasted 2 already for Karito's sake and his new apprentice."
(Captain America) "Apprentice?"
(Iron Man) "Anyways, can you help a brother out?"
(Captain America) "You're after the wrong guy."
(Iron Man) "Did you steal that line from Karito? Because he said the same thing. I just can't let slide what your old war buddy did to those innocent people when he escaped."
(Captain America) "And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't."
(Black Widow) "Steve... you know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?"
(Iron Man) "Where the hell is Karito?"
(Spider-Man) Decamoflaged right beside Iron Man "I'm right here."
(Captain America) "Cool suit."
(Spider-Man) "Thanks."
(Captain America) "You've been busy, huh?"
(Spider-Man) "Brother, you have no ide-"
(Iron Man) "And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint... "Rescuing" Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place."
(Spider-Man) "She left willingly."
(Iron Man) "Karito I will bash your face in, don't test my patience right now!"
(Spider-Man) "Damn okay, Mötley Crüe be as chaotic as you want."
(Iron Man) "Who's side are you on?!"
(Spider-Man) Cricket noises
(Iron Man) "I'm trying to keep Steve from tearing the Avengers apart!"
(Captain America) "You did that when you signed."
(Spider-Man) Mumbles "Don't say a joke... Don't say a joke... Don't say a joke... Don't say a joke... Don't say a joke... Don't say a joke... Don't say a joke... Don't say a joke... Don't say a joke..."
(Iron Man) "All right, we're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us, now, because it's us... or a squad of J-SOC guys... with no compunction about being impolite." Anxious "Come on..."
(Falcon) Caps earpiece "We found it. Their Quinjet's in hangar five, north runway."
In the seamless dance of combat, an unseen presence flitted beneath the radar, deftly concealing itself amidst the tides of the battle. Ant-Man, in his diminutive form, poised for a stealthy maneuver, his sights set on a well-timed uppercut aimed at Spider-Man, the unsuspecting target of his strategy.
Yet, as the sands of time unfurled, Spider-Man, a master of agility and instinct, seemed to possess an uncanny awareness of the impending assault. With the grace of a seasoned acrobat, he elegantly tilted his head, evading Ant-Man's attack with a precision that spoke of innate anticipation.
A symphony of motion unfolded, as Ant-Man, restored to his normal size, found himself met with an unexpected step back from Spider-Man. In this subtle act of retraction, Spider-Man conveyed an air of tranquil resolve, seemingly unphased by the attempted offense.
With an almost enigmatic stillness, Spider-Man elected not to engage further, choosing instead to sit down, exuding an air of calm amidst the chaos of battle.
(War Machine) "Whoa." Stammers "What the hell was that?"
(Iron Man) "Karito, what the hell are you doing?!"
(Spider-Man) Gets popcorn from his inventory "Enjoying the show until I feel like joining in."
(Iron Man) Scans the parking lots "Karito, this is no time for jokes!"
(Spider-Man & Toxin) "Does it look like I'm joking?"
In a fleeting moment of intrigue, Iron Man's countenance betrayed a subtle flinch, as the unexpected timbre of Karito's voice, seemingly fused with dual tonalities, resonated in the air. A curious amalgamation of two voices harmoniously interwoven, an enigma that left Iron Man momentarily captivated by the peculiarity of this phenomenon.
With the graceful finesse of a master aerialist, Karito propelled himself into the air, skillfully web-swinging towards an elevated vantage point. The fluidity of his motion spoke of an agile mind, strategically seeking to gain an advantageous perspective on the unfolding events below.
(Iron Man) "Tch, I'll deal with you later. All right, there are two on the parking deck. One of them's Maximoff, I'm gonna grab her." Starts to blast off "Rhodey you wanna take Cap?"
(War Machine) "Got two in the terminal, Wilson, and Barnes."
(Black Panther) "Barnes is mine."
(Spider-Man) "OI! That's the wrong guy your hating on!"
Panther just ignores him.
(Spider-Man) "Damn, tried to help."
(Toxin) "You can be incredibly annoying when you wanna be."
(Spider-Man) "And?"
(Toxin) "It's hilarious keep going."
(Spider-Man) Chuckles
In a seamless display of unwavering precision, Captain America hurls his iconic shield with masterful finesse, a resolute attempt to halt War Machine's advance towards Bucky. The glint of vibranium traverses the air like a celestial dance, a testament to the Captain's unwavering commitment to protect his comrades. Meanwhile, Iron Man, resolute in his endeavors to bridge the chasm of misunderstanding, makes a final, compelling attempt to establish communication with Karito. The air seems pregnant with the weight of unspoken emotions, as Iron Man seeks to convey his intentions with earnest clarity.
(Iron Man) "Karito can't you at least web them up or something?!"
(Spider-Man) Checks his alarm "In a few minutes."
(Iron Man) Gets more frustrated
In the seamless fluidity of combat, the indomitable Captain America swiftly seizes his iconic shield, an extension of his unwavering resolve, and joins the enigmatic Black Panther in a fervent pursuit to subdue the formidable Bucky. A symphony of determination and grace unfolds, as the Panther surges forward, only to be halted in his tracks when Captain America's shield soars through the air with celestial precision, finding its mark upon the Panther's back.
A momentary pause, as he regains his footing with astounding agility. In a brilliant display of tactical prowess, the Captain leverages his superhuman strength, nimbly mounting the Panther's back to execute a deft back throw, an artful maneuver that creates a crucial distance between the combatants.
(Black Panther) "Move, Captain. I won't ask a second time."
Captain America stands resolute, choosing not to offer a verbal reply to the Panther's unyielding presence. The air seems pregnant with tension, each breath an allegory of unspoken emotions and steadfast resolve.
Undeterred by the Captain's stoic silence, the Panther embarks on a graceful yet powerful display of combat prowess. With an awe-inspiring trifecta of kicks, he strikes the Captain's iconic shield. The echoes of their clash resonate through the hallowed grounds, a captivating symphony of kinetic energy and profound intent. The shield, emblematic of Captain America's unwavering determination, stands as a bastion of defense, pushed back under the weight of the Panther's dynamic assault.
Meanwhile
(Ant-Man) "Look, I really don't want to hurt you."
(Spider-Man) "Then don't! It's that easy!"
(Black Widow) "Seriously?"
(Spider-Man) "Very!"
Black Widow seizes a moment of diversion, capitalizing on the Panther and Captain's standoff. With remarkable precision, she employs a swift knee strike, delivering a decisive blow to Ant-Man's vulnerabilities, evoking an involuntary wince from all those witnessing the scene.
Drawing from her unparalleled expertise in hand-to-hand combat, Black Widow deftly grasps Ant-Man's arm, attempting to assert control. However, the agile Ant-Man swiftly employs his unique abilities, reducing his stature to infinitesimal proportions, a masterful maneuver that catches his opponent off guard.
In an impressive display of acrobatics, Ant-Man defies conventional expectations, flipping Black Widow over, leaving her momentarily disoriented. Displaying unyielding tenacity, he takes advantage of the situation, running along her back, securing his hold on her arm, and endeavoring to subdue her.
Yet, Black Widow is a force to be reckoned with, as she calls upon her arsenal of advanced gadgets, activating a potent electroshock from her bracelet. The resulting surge of electricity engulfs Ant-Man, propelling him through the air with electrifying intensity, until he collides with a nearby aircraft engine.
With Spider-Man
Amidst the cacophony of clashing ideologies and frenetic combat, there stood a lone figure, seemingly aloof from the fray. Serenely positioned atop a table at the airport's vantage point, he savored a delectable tripleta, accompanied by a refreshing iced tea. The subtle nuances of flavor danced upon his palate, juxtaposed against the tumultuous backdrop of conflict.
Undeterred by the escalating turmoil surrounding him, he appeared steadfast in his conviction, electing to maintain an impartial stance. The notion of apprehending his once-comrades weighed heavily upon his conscience, an internal struggle that led him to choose detachment over direct confrontation.
A portrait of composure and contemplation, he bore the weight of indecision with remarkable poise. While others engaged in fierce battle, he opted to embrace a semblance of tranquility, allowing himself a moment of respite amidst the tempestuous storm.
Yet, an undercurrent of unresolved tension lingered beneath the surface. The allure of combat beckoned, drawing him towards a more visceral path, tempting him to succumb to the impulse that lurked within. The juxtaposition of his tranquility and latent desire for action created an enigmatic presence, a complex tapestry of emotions that seemed to swirl around him.
(Toxin) "Why are we up here?"
(Spider-Man) "Because I don't wanna arrest my friends."
(Toxin) "While I will say that the food is great, I WANNA FIGHT!"
(Spider-Man) "Damn, sounds like a you problem."
(Toxin) "MAN ,FUCK YOU!"
(Spider-Man) "NO, FUCK YOU!"
(Toxin) "FUCK YOU!"
(Spider-Man) "NO! FUCK YOU, YOU!"
(Toxin) "NAH! FUCK YOU, YOU, YOU!"
(Spider-Man) "NO! FUCK YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU!"
He stayed arguing with his symbiote for who knows how long...
Meanwhile...
In a riveting display of martial prowess, Captain America and the enigmatic Black Panther engage in a kinetic dance of combat, each movement imbued with finesse and purpose. The battlefield becomes an arena of elegant exchanges, as the Panther's razor-sharp claws relentlessly scrape against the Captain's unyielding shield, creating a symphony of vibranium meeting vibranium.
As the stakes intensify, the resounding thuds of metal reverberate through the air, as War Machine descends upon the scene with a thunderous presence. The mood is charged with anticipation, as the weight of confrontation hangs palpably in the air.
(War Machine) "Sorry, Cap, this won't kill you... but it ain't gonna tackle either." Pulls out an electric baton
In a seamless display of combat prowess, the enigmatic Black Panther executed a swift back-kick, propelling Captain America away with a controlled force that left him sprawled on his back. Meanwhile, War Machine ascended into the skies, gathering momentum for a formidable assault.
In this high-stakes confrontation, Captain America's acute instincts allowed him to react swiftly, instinctively raising his unyielding shield in defense. As the arc of War Machine's powerful attack found its mark, the resounding collision echoed through the air, creating a symphony of metallic resonance that resonated throughout the battlefield.
(Spider-Man) "Maybe if you were a little faster you could've gotten him!"
(War Machine) "SHUT UP!"
(Spider-Man) Laughs
In a display of technological mastery, Iron Man swiftly intercepted Hawkeye and Scarlet Witch, bringing their motions to a momentary standstill, like figures frozen in time. As the battlefield simmered with tension, Iron Man directed his attention towards the Scarlet Witch, his voice carrying an air of measured authority and contemplation.
(Iron Man) "Wanda, I think you hurt Vision's feelings."
(Scarlet Witch) "You locked me in my room."
(Iron Man) "Okay, first that's an exaggeration. Second, I did it to protect you."
(Spider-Man) "I told you it was a bad idea!"
(Iron Man) "Shut up, Karito! You aren't even helping!"
(Spider-Man) "That's bad parenting!"
(Iron Man) "He's been pretty different since that suit."
(Hawkeye) "We were all worried that we had to fight him but if he isn't joining then I'm more than happy."
(Iron Man) "Hey, Clint."
(Hawkeye) "Hey, man."
(Iron Man) "Clearly, retirement doesn't suit you. You got tired of shooting golf?"
(Hawkeye) "Well, I played 18, shot 18. Just can't seem to miss."
(Spider-Man) "About that!"
(Hawkeye) "Not now, Spider!"
(Spider-Man) "Bruh..."
In a split-second of dazzling reflexes, Hawkeye drew his bow with finesse, releasing an arrow that sailed with unerring precision towards Iron Man. However, the formidable Avenger, ever in tune with the ebb and flow of battle, evaded the incoming projectile with graceful ease, his movements akin to an intricate dance.
With an almost imperceptible gesture, Iron Man retaliated, launching a dazzling barrage of repulsor blasts, their arcs cutting through the air with lethal precision. Each volley of energy found its mark, obliterating the incoming arrows with a display of technological prowess that spoke of mastery over the cutting-edge suit he donned.
(Iron Man) "Fist time for everything."
(Spider-Man) "That's actually the sec-"
(Hawkeye) "Made you look."
In a display of awe-inspiring telekinetic prowess, Scarlet Witch gracefully orchestrated a ballet of cars, sending them hurtling toward Iron Man with remarkable force. Despite his agile evasions, some vehicles crashed upon impact, driving the armored Avenger to the ground .
(FRIDAY) "Multiple contusions detected."
(Iron Man) "Yeah, I detected that, too."
In a dazzling display of acrobatic finesse, Captain America executed a side-flip kick with precision, delivering a formidable blow to War Machine's helmeted head as he careened towards him with rocket-like propulsion. The resounding thud echoed through the air as War Machine crashed unceremoniously to the ground, temporarily taken aback by the impact.
Ever vigilant, the enigmatic Black Panther sought to seize the opportune moment to close in on Captain America from behind. However, the vigilant hero's instincts proved sharp as a razor, detecting the approaching threat in an instant. Reacting with unwavering speed, he unleashed a swift front-kick, deftly redirecting the Panther's advance and creating a strategic distance between them.
Amidst the fray, a call rang out, drawing Captain America's attention to none other than Ant-Man, who presented an unexpected sight as he wielded a seemingly minuscule truck in his grasp.
(Ant-Man) "Hey, Cap, heads-up!" Throws a small car at Cap "Throw it at this." Shows an enlarging PIM particle
With masterful precision, Ant-Man deftly launched the circular PIM (Pym Particles) particle high into the air, while Captain America mirrored the action with his own device. A moment of palpable tension hung in the air as the two particles converged, their energies colliding in a symphony of microscopic power.
In a breathtaking display of transformative capabilities, the seemingly innocuous small truck, now imbued with the esoteric effects of the Pym Particles, underwent a miraculous metamorphosis. Enlarging before their eyes, it bloomed into a colossal form, dwarfing its original size with an imposing presence.
Aware of the impending impact, the agile Widow and the enigmatic Panther demonstrated their keen instincts, nimbly evading the path of the burgeoning behemoth. However, War Machine found himself caught in the storm, unable to escape the oncoming force.
With resounding force, the enlarged truck collided with War Machine's visor, the explosive impact sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
(Spider-Man) "DAMN!"
(Ant-Man) "Oh, man, I thought it was a water truck."
(Captain America) Gives him the "Are you serious?" face
(Ant-Man) "Uh, sorry."
Amidst the reverberations of the resounding explosion, the assembled heroes emitted subdued grunts, attesting to the concussive force of the impact. However, it was War Machine who rose from the ashen aftermath, his countenance now a visage of regal ire. The once composed demeanor of James Rhodes now replaced by an aura of simmering fury, his resolve fortified by the vehemence of the detonation.
(Black Widow) "Is this part of the plan?"
(Iron Man) "Nope, that went through the window when Karito decided to mess around. At least he blocked the way of Sam and Bucky, they had to take another route."
(Black Widow) "You wanna switch up?"
In a realm of solitude atop the airport, Spider-Man stood, his attention riveted to the ethereal glow of his phone. Amidst the backdrop of dusk's embrace, he found himself immersed in the digital tapestry that lay within his handheld device. Time seemed to elude him, lost in the realm of cyberspace, where the virtual world intertwined with the tangible.
(Toxin) "Can we fight?"
(Spider-Man) "In a bit, just a bit more..."
With singular purpose and unwavering resolve, Team Captain America advanced with synchronized determination towards the waiting Quinjet. Each member's stride spoke of their shared commitment, as they prepared to embark on a momentous journey together.
(Spider-Man) "I don't know why but I have this huge urge to fight."
(Toxin) "Oh... uh... that's certainly... weird."
(Spider-Man) "Toxin?"
(Toxin) "Wassup?"
(Spider-Man) "Nothing probably just imagining it."
(Toxin) Relived sigh
Suddenly, a new figure emerged into Spider-Man's line of sight. Vision, a being of ethereal grace and enigmatic power, stood tall before Team Captain America, a beacon of pulsating energy in his brow. The intensity of his laser gaze held the promise of both protection and challenge, as he guarded the path with a regal poise that befits his otherworldly nature.
(Vision) "Captain Rogers... I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good... you must surrender now."
Team Iron Man took their positions with a composed unity that bespoke their unwavering resolve. With measured steps and a discerning air, they formed a formidable line on the opposing side, confronting their comrades with a collective sense of duty that mirrored their unshakable principles.
(Iron Man) "Karito can you be useful? PLEASE!"
Unbeknownst to Karito, a profound metamorphosis was unfolding within the recesses of his consciousness, orchestrated in secret by the insidious Toxin symbiote that had surreptitiously taken up residence within his mind. This clandestine manipulation quietly weaved its way through the labyrinth of his thoughts, entwining itself with the very essence of his being.
As Karito grappled with the weight of accumulated stress and seething emotions, the symbiote seized upon these vulnerabilities, artfully leveraging them to advance its own enigmatic agenda. In the shadows of his psyche, the symbiotic entity subtly shaped and molded his perception, carefully steering him down an unforeseen path, all while the unsuspecting host remained oblivious to the profound transformation taking place within.
(Spider-Man) "Actually I have an idea!"
With an elegant display of aerial acrobatics, Spider-Man soared skyward, propelled by the graceful force of his lateral repulsion. His descent was equally mesmerizing, as he alighted gracefully in the midst of the two opposing factions, a sentinel of enigma amongst them. As the dust of his superhero landing settled, he unmasked himself, revealing his countenance with an enigmatic smirk that stretched from ear to ear.
A palpable aura of astonishment enveloped the assembled heroes, their gazes transfixed upon the figure before them. For what stood before them was not the familiar Karito they once knew, but a figure shrouded in an inexplicable aura of ambiguity. It was as if Spider-Man had undergone a metamorphosis, transcending the confines of his former self.
The expressions worn by his fellow heroes ranged from incredulity to trepidation, each one grappling to comprehend this startling transformation. Karito's once familiar visage now bore an air of devilish allure, casting an ethereal spell over those who beheld him. A potent amalgamation of awe and unease swirled within the hearts of the assembled, for this was an iteration of Spider-Man unlike any they had encountered before.
(Spider-Man) "EVERYONE WHY DON'T YA'LL COME AT ME?!"
An aura of stunned silence descended upon the assembled heroes, as Spider-Man's words reverberated through the air with an enigmatic weight. A collective state of flabbergasted astonishment settled over them, as each tried to fathom the implications of his cryptic proclamation.
(War Machine) "Are you fucking insane?!" Angry "YOU HAVE BEEN NOTHING BUT A JOKE THIS ENTIRE TIME! FUCK OFF AN-"
In a fraction of time too swift for the human eye to discern, an extraordinary spectacle unfolded before the assembled heroes. Spider-Man, seemingly infused with an otherworldly vigor, unleashed an unprecedented display of superhuman prowess. With an eerie fluidity, one of his limbs elongated like a sentient appendage, defying the laws of anatomy, and ensnared War Machine by the chest with an inhuman grip.
Within this astonishing tableau, a formidable silence descended, punctuated only by the palpable tension that clung to the air like a veil of trepidation. The collective consciousness of the onlookers bore witness to a fearsome sight - Spider-Man's penetrating gaze bore into War Machine's soul, the weight of his intimidating aura echoing through the very core of the armored hero's being.
As the air crackled with a mixture of astonishment and uncertainty, Spider-Man's resolve remained unyielding. The enigmatic hero, now emanating an unparalleled potency, drew War Machine closer, the intensity of the moment growing exponentially with each passing heartbeat.
In a mesmerizing display of power, Spider-Man's head collided with War Machine's helmet, the impact resounding like a celestial echo that left all in its wake speechless. The indomitable force of the headbutt sent War Machine hurtling to the ground, the earth beneath him bearing the weight of this extraordinary encounter.
(Spider-Man & Toxin) "Next!"
In the wake of the unprecedented display of Spider-Man's newfound prowess, an aura of perplexity enveloped the assembled heroes, leaving them immersed in a maelstrom of contrasting emotions. Baffled and intrigued, they sought to grasp the enigma before them, but comprehension remained elusive amidst the flurry of thoughts that surged within their minds.
In the midst of this bewildering tableau, Iron Man's prodigious intellect shone like a beacon, foraging the depths of possibility in search of a rationale behind his friend's peculiar behavior. Within the inner sanctum of his thoughts, a theory began to take shape - a realization that seemed to offer a semblance of clarity in the fog of uncertainty.
(Iron Man) "I think it's the suit..."
(Black Widow) "What?"
(Iron Man) "He's been acting more... moody since I have given it to him as a present."
(Vision) "The suit... it gives me a very bad vibe."
(Iron Man) "We need to get rid of the suit or at least make him snap out of it."
(Black Panther) "We don't have time for this."
(Iron Man) "We can't do anything if Spider-Man is in the way. He's probably as strong as Vision now with that suit on, it also seems to be affecting him."
(Black Panther) "Fine..."
(Iron Man) "Cap! We need to do something about Spider-Man, either destroy his suit or make him snap out of it!"
(Captain America) "What's wrong with him?!"
(Iron Man) "It's the suit! The suit is affecting him!"
(Spider-Man) Are you all done?"
Amidst the tempest of uncertainty, Spider-Man sprang into action, his agile form epitomizing a dance of grace and precision. With unparalleled swiftness, he extended his web-shooters, ensnaring Iron Man and Captain America, and with a mighty pull, the two stalwart heroes collided in an unforeseen convergence.
A surge of kinetic force enveloped them as Spider-Man, donning an enigmatic smirk, formed his hand into a formidable hammer, delivering a thunderous blow that sent both titans hurtling towards the unforgiving ground. The reverberating impact echoed through the air, like a symphony of steel and energy.
While the others watched with astonishment, they realized there was no respite, no opportunity to hesitate or relent. United by a common purpose, they rallied against the prodigious Spider-themed hero, their combined might converging in an attempt to subdue the indomitable force before them.
Yet, to their dismay, Spider-Man was an enigma, his movements an ethereal dance, eluding their advances with unparalleled finesse. Each strike, each calculated maneuver, found only thin air.
(Black Widow) "Damn, Spider senses!"
(Spider-Man) "And the suit helps even more." Smirks
In the midst of the pulsating encounter, Spider-Man's keen eyes followed Black Widow's swift maneuvers, her baton emitting a crackling surge of electrical energy, meant to ensnare her formidable adversary. However, her tactical acumen overlooked one crucial detail - Spider-Man has the ability to absorb and harness electrical power.
(Black Widow) "Oh no... I forgot."
(Spider-Man) "Dumbass."
Spider-Man's augmented prowess found swift manifestation in a deft, open-handed maneuver directed at Black Widow. With a precision that belied the chaotic surroundings, his palm met the heroine's cheek in an emphatic gesture, propelling her into an unintended trajectory, colliding with a wooden crate.
(Spider-Man) "Oops, too hard. But these hands are rated E for everyone right now."
Spider-Man's finesse and strategic acumen resonated with a graceful display of power and precision. As the distant fusillade from Hawkeye and Scarlet Witch attempted to assail him, the enigmatic hero responded with a calculated maneuver that swiftly bridged the gap between them. Employing his web-slinging prowess, he ensnared their faces, momentarily blinding them and leaving them disoriented.
With deft execution, he launched himself towards Hawkeye, deploying a well-timed electrostatic charge that incapacitated the archer, rendering him incapacitated with swift efficacy. Scarlet Witch, too, faced the awe-inspiring might of the symbiotically empowered Spider-Man. Attempting to utilize her formidable abilities to alter the trajectory of the encounter, she was met with unexpected resistance as the hero's hacking skill, effortlessly nullified her assault. The masterful deployment of an accelerated decoy further bewildered her, providing a critical opening for the Spider-themed hero to deliver a striking Superman punch that silenced her attempts to resist.
Turning his attention to the next challenge, Spider-Man found himself confronted by a trio of adversaries, each formidable in their own right. Yet, a member of the trio had other plans involving vengeance. As Black Panther launched a swift offensive against the Winter Soldier, Spider-Man's agile maneuvering webbed the Panther with astonishing speed, leaving him incapacitated and befuddled, unable to counter the enigmatic hero's decisive actions.
In seamless cohesion with his symbiotic form, Spider-Man channeled a wave of kinetic energy, subjecting the Panther to a series of precise, earthbound blows that accentuated his dominant position in the confrontation. Exploiting the opportunity, he propelled the Panther airborne, transforming his own arms into a bat-like appendage.
(Spider-Man) "Batter up!"
In a seamless ballet of kinetic force, Spider-Man's movements spoke volumes of his heightened combat finesse. His strikes found their mark with unerring precision, as he gracefully dispatched the Panther with a devastating blow to the abdomen, propelling the noble warrior through the expanse of the airport like a projectile of force.
As the tension escalated, Spider-Man's acute senses detected the subtle transformation of Ant-Man, enlarging into a colossal form that loomed like a behemoth on the battlefield. Undeterred, the symbiotically empowered hero demonstrated a commanding presence, signaling the Winter Soldier to halt his hand-to-hand engagement, an act that betrayed a profound understanding of the battle's ebb and flow.
(Spider-Man) Symbiote's mouth starts forming " All I need is one hand for you."
(Winter Soldier) "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
(Spider-Man & Toxin) "I want some fun and to see you humiliated as I kick your ass with one hand."
(Winter Soldier) "Tch! I'll make you snap out of this bloodthirst."
In a display of audacious bravado, Ant-Man seized the opportune moment to wield his gargantuan proportions to his advantage, intending to deliver a bone-crushing stomp upon Spider-Man. Yet, as his colossal foot plummeted earthward with a thunderous impact, an unexpected resilience greeted him.
Unyielding as a fortress against the tempest, Spider-Man's unmoved stance defied Ant-Man's forceful assault, leaving the colossal hero incredulous at the sight. And then, in an enigmatic twist of fate, an unseen force emerged from beneath the very foot Ant-Man employed to crush his adversary.
A mysterious counterforce surged from the depths, pushing back against Ant-Man's titanic weight, creating a mesmerizing tug-of-war between the two forces. The ground quivered beneath the strain of the clash, leaving a fractured fissure in its wake.
(Ant-Man) "What the hell?!"
In an astonishing display of might, Spider-Man harnessed an extraordinary surge of strength, his sinews swelling with raw power, as he countered Ant-Man's colossal assault with unparalleled fortitude. With a resounding cry that echoed through the air, the arachnid hero forced Ant-Man's massive leg aloft, causing the colossal hero to lose his footing and land unceremoniously upon the ground.
With uncanny agility, Spider-Man deftly weaved through the chaos, avoiding the Winter Soldier's attempted strike, his nimble form a mesmerizing dance amidst the turmoil. Swiftly, he ensnared Ant-Man's limbs with intricately spun webs, launching himself skyward in a graceful ascent that defied the laws of gravity.
As Spider-Man soared into the heavens, a sense of surreal transcendence hung in the air, captivating the onlookers who watched in awe. And then, like a celestial avenger descending from the firmament, the Spider plummeted earthward, his velocity amplified by sheer force of will.
With a thunderous impact, the venom-infused punch struck Ant-Man's abdomen. Ant-Man crumpled to the floor, the ground beneath him etched with the mark of his defeat.
Amidst the aftermath, the Winter Soldier stood frozen, eyes wide with incredulity, as the enigmatic Spider-Man positioned himself with an air of quiet resolve, prepared for any challenge that fate might present. The aura of mystery surrounding the web-slinger deepened, leaving Bucky to contemplate the enigma that stood before him, poised and unyielding.
(Winter Soldier) "Shit don't do me like that man..."
In a seamless display of speed and precision, Spider-Man closed the distance between himself and the Winter Soldier with startling alacrity. Bucky's strikes, though executed with swift determination, were expertly evaded or effortlessly deflected by the agile hero. With a measured grace, Spider-Man's singular focus was unmistakable.
A potent surge of power emanated from the hero's palm, as he imbued his strike with venomous energy. In one fluid motion, he delivered a devastating venom blast to Bucky's abdomen, launching him through the air, where he found himself unceremoniously thrown off balance.
The relentless assault continued without respite. Spider-Man moved with a fluidity that seemed to transcend the boundaries of human capability, landing a precise kick upon Bucky's face that compelled the soldier to stagger back several steps. A series of swift and calculated blows followed, each connecting with unerring accuracy upon Bucky's visage.
In the aftermath of the intense flurry, the Spider assumed a poised and composed stance, having quelled his adversary with uncanny ease. A moment of silence pervaded the air, punctuated only by the subdued thud of the Winter Soldier's descent to the ground.
Amidst the escalating chaos and tension, Spider-Man's heightened senses bristled with urgency, warning him of the approaching adversaries. A vengeful War Machine launched a furious assault, tackling the Spider-themed hero into the skies, where the two formidable combatants engaged in a symphony of powerful blows, each seeking to gain the upper hand.
As the battle unfolded, the formidable trio of Falcon, Iron Man, and Vision joined the fray, their combined might posing a daunting challenge for the agile hero. Yet, undeterred, Spider-Man's mind worked with swift precision, adapting to each incoming threat with remarkable finesse.
With deft agility, he swiftly evaded Falcon's deadly wing attack, expertly manifesting a protective shield with his hand. Ascending upon Falcon's back, he discharged a surge of electricity, incapacitating his airborne assailant. Ensuring Falcon's safety, he ingeniously utilized webbing to create a makeshift parachute, easing his opponent's descent.
The dance of combat continued as Spider-Man maneuvered through the air, delivering an electrifying dual strike to Iron Man and War Machine. The electric surge crackled with intensity, momentarily disorienting both armored heroes, granting Spider-Man a crucial moment of advantage.
Undaunted, Vision sought to seize the opportunity, aiming to strike the Spider-hero with a powerful down-smash. However, Spider-Man's ingenuity proved to be a step ahead. Utilizing his accelerated decoy, he artfully evaded Vision's attack, countering with a devastating punch that sent the android careening towards the earth, leaving a profound impact upon impact.
As the confrontation neared its zenith, Spider-Man's strategic acumen took center stage. Acting with seamless precision, he bound both Iron Man and War Machine with unyielding webs, and with gravity-defying prowess, he descended to the ground, delivering a decisive double kick that reverberated with raw force. The ground quaked beneath the impact, leaving his remaining opponents dazed and incapacitated.
(Spider-Man & Toxin) "Made sure not to hurt them too badly... this host's dedication to protecting them is still there. I was holding back most of the time."
Spider-Man approached the fallen figures of Captain America and Bucky, their still forms a testament to the relentless confrontation that had unfolded. His movements were graceful, yet purposeful, as he carefully lifted their unconscious bodies and carried them towards the waiting Quinjet. With a gentle touch, he roused them from their slumber, their eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. The gravity of the situation hung palpably in the air, and Spider-Man's expression remained composed.
(Captain America) "NGH!" He looks at Spider-Man and gets prepared to fight
(Winter Soldier) "Ack!" He crawls away from Spider-Man in a bit of fear
(Spider-Man & Toxin) "Don't bother, this host's willpower had taken away my mood to fight everyone and I can feel my control over his body slowly going away."
(Captain America) "What have you done to Karito?!"
(Spider-Man & Toxin) "He never noticed that I was taking over his body by making him an asshole. It worked like a charm because he was already carrying many negative thoughts. I just empowered it. Eventually, his will to protect changed me during the fight which is strange. I thought I was in full control but looks like I wasn't."
(Winter Soldier) "Then return him."
(Spider-Man & Toxin) "He'll take control and scold me pretty badly... Now go before the others wake up"
In a poignant moment of decision, the two soldiers, Captain America and Bucky, acknowledged Spider-Man's subtle gesture and proceeded with a sense of purpose towards the waiting Quinjet. The symbiote within Karito grappled with the weight of the choices that lay ahead, recognizing the irreversible consequences of his recent actions. Imprisonment awaited him, and the repercussions of his actions on his host, Karito, were bound to be severe. The symbiote felt a growing unease, sensing the mounting rage within his host, a force that threatened to overwhelm him.
Faced with this critical juncture, the symbiote reached a momentous decision. Perhaps it was a glimmer of self-preservation, or a deeper realization of the consequences of his actions, but the symbiote chose to relinquish control of Karito's body. With a determined effort, Karito forcefully disengaged from the symbiotic suit, confining it to a pocket dimension with his remarkable hacking skill.
As the symbiote retreated, Karito found himself once again in his familiar Miles Morales suit. A sigh of frustration escaped him. However, amidst the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings, a voice from the Quinjet's speaker demanded his attention.
(Captain America) "Karito... I don't think you should stay. You took off the suit so I know it's you. Come with us, you'll just be treated as a criminal after this."
(Spider-Man) Cracks neck "I just thought of that. So I'll come with you."
(Captain America) "Good, let's go."
With measured steps, Spider-Man approached the formidable Quinjet. His presence exuded a sense of resolution, for within him lay the weight of recent events and the echoes of choices made. Clad in his iconic suit, he took his place within the aircraft, deftly activating its intricate systems with practiced ease.
As the Quinjet roared to life, the trio embarked on a journey that would carry them towards an uncertain future. The hum of the engines resonated with the gravity of their mission, while the whirring turbines seemed to echo the turbulence of emotions that swirled within their minds.
To Be Continued...