Behind all coincidences in this world lies inevitability. Something that can stimulate an alien that no one has ever met must be the result of countless experiments on another host of this same alien.
The syringe that drives the Venom crazy is definitely not just a coincidence. Only a criminal can defeat a criminal. Only a symbiote can defeat a symbiote.
After Mist's experiencing, Schiller confirmed that highly concentrated fear toxin could greatly stimulate the emotional-eating species known as the symbiotes. According to the Mist itself, due to its unique constitution as a special species among the symbiotes, it has a higher immunity to the fear gas. However, other symbiotes could not resist this kind of stimulation.
Symbiotes feed on emotions, and that is a hunting instinct carved into their genes that cannot be changed. The fear toxin can instantly push this instinct to its peak. Even the Mist, controlled by the system, has a tendency to become addicted to this highly intoxicating substance.
But for other symbiotes, it is not just a substance like alcohol; it is more like a drug that drives an addict almost to madness. No symbiote can withstand this kind of stimulation.
Although symbiotes are not entirely evil, they cannot hide their inherent savage instincts as a first-generation native species. Or perhaps when Knull created them, it already had a sense of chaos.
Schiller knows that it wouldn't be surprising if the Venom has already stayed inside Deadpool's body. After all, Deadpool never knows what is following rules.
So, once the Venom is driven to madness, none of the officers who invited Stark over should expect to survive.
So, when Schiller learns from Coulson's call that only Robert has died, he is somewhat surprised. It seems that Stark's willpower is stronger than he imagined. He actually manages to control the Venom in an instant and prevent it from going on a killing spree. What a pity.
Soon, Coulson himself rushes over and says, "That black monster has gone to the streets of Brooklyn. Captain is already there to stop him. What the hell is going on? Why did Stark suddenly go crazy? Why did he start eating heads? What is that black thing? Is it a new suit he developed?"
"I don't know," Schiller shrugs.
At that moment, Nick Fury's voice comes through Coulson's radio on his waist, asking, "Why did Stark suddenly go crazy?"
"I don't know."
"Aren't you a psychiatrist?"
"I am a doctor, not God."
"Was there no sign before?"
Schiller pretended to think for a moment and agrees, "Well, actually there was. The last time I gave him a psychological treatment, he claimed to have a second personality. That personality claimed itself as a symbiote from outer space. I think it was due to his high level of stress. So, I gave him relaxation therapy, but it didn't seem to be effective."
"Symbiote? What's that? What else did he tell you?"
"He said it seemed to be some kind of alien race, black and slimy, and he said this race has a strong learning ability and seems to be able to access the memories of its host. Stark said he just gave this symbiote some knowledge about suits, and it instantly absorbed it..."
"You mean that symbiote has Stark's memories and abilities??? And it can create suits like Stark?"
Then, Schiller hears a chaotic sound from Nick's end, followed by Nick shouting, "Cease all plans involving heavy weapons!!! Don't provoke Stark under any circumstances!! What? The military is preparing to launch missiles? Damn it! That's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s property! Go tell those motherfuckers!! The symbiote on Stark is an asset of S.H.I.E.L.D.!!"
"I don't care if there's a file on it! Make one for it right now! Any unidentified creature in New York belongs to S.H.I.E.L.D.! Is there any problem?"
"Does a dead General matter? It is an alien invasion! He sacrificed himself for the country! I'll cover the compensation! Hurry up and make them stop! If a hair on Stark's head is harmed, I'll swallow their entire military budget!!"
After hanging up the phone and leaving, when Peter asks, "So, General Robert is dead now? How did he die? What happened exactly? And what's wrong with Mr. Stark?"
"Nope. But I think you have some work to do now."
After that, Schiller picks up the phone and calls Steve. It is chaotic on Steve's end too. Captain America shouts at the top of his lungs, "What the hell is going on? Why did young Stark go crazy? He's causing chaos in Brooklyn, and what is that black armor he's wearing? God, father and son always make me worry..."
"Captain, I remember you saying you've always wanted to teach young Stark a lesson, but never had the chance. Well, now it's the time."
"What do you mean?"
"Simply put, now Stark is not Stark anymore. He's been parasitized by an alien life form that escaped from SHIELD. This alien constantly stimulates the negative emotions of humans. As you know, Stark was pushed to the edge by the military a couple of days ago. This alien bit off a General's head. Stark must be feeling great now. He's never liked those guys anyway..."
"His emotional state has been utilized by the symbiote, so now Stark is extremely inflated..."
"Alright, there's no need to make it complicated. Just tell me, if I go and beat him up now, I'm actually helping him get rid of that alien creature's control, right?"
"Yes, It must be a great thing. You can't just sit back and let your nephew be controlled by that evil creature, right? He should be thankful to you!"
As Schiller finishes speaking, a heavy thud of a shield comes from the other side, and Steve shouts, "Look here! I'm your uncle, no! Not yours! I mean, I'm that kid named Tony!"
Schiller hangs up the phone and looks at Peter, saying, "Now you have two choices..."
"I choose to help Captain." Peter says decisively.
"Don't you think twice? Stark has been good to you, right?"
"But it's what I should do to help Mr. Stark get rid of that evil alien's control." Peter says very obediently.
"Alright, they are on the east end of the street in Brooklyn. Ready to go, our friendly neighbor."
It doesn't take long for S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military to realize the level of destruction that three superheroes fighting together can cause.
Although Peter says so, he doesn't dare to fight so seriously. He mostly uses the webbing to disrupt Venom movements. But Steve doesn't hold back, shield after shield, knocking around the Venom-suited Stark, making him dizzy.
Stark doesn't lose control for no reason. After Venom stole that box, he swallows the fear gas inside it in one gulp.
After getting high, Stark can't control Venom. In simple terms, an alien creature is roaring drunk, and its host, despite trying hard to control it, can't even stop a drunkard from going crazy from outside, let alone from inside.
Stark can only do his best to drag Venom to a less populated street. If he goes crazy in the most densely populated area of Brooklyn, who knows how many people will get hurt?
But managing to control Venom's direction of movement is already good enough. It's impossible to expect him to take Venom back into his body.
While Captain America is beating up Stark, he, like Spider-Man, doesn't have overly powerful attacks. The military brings in several armed helicopters, continuously firing heavy machine guns to try to kill Stark. Occasionally, grenades are launched, and Steve has to help Stark defend. The fight lasts for a long time without a clear winner.
At this moment, Schiller arrives on the rooftop of the nearest building and pulls out a strange-shaped speaker from somewhere. He asks on the phone, "Jarvis, are you sure your emergency wake-up device can reach the decibel level you mentioned?"
"Actually, it can go even higher, sir."
"No, it's not necessary. Didn't you use this soundwave to drive out the symbiote inside Stark before?"
"Yes, based on the symbiote's reaction at that time, I confirm that it would be an effective action."
"Alright, I have to go first. When I signal you, activate the emergency wake-up protocol directly."
In an instant, Schiller disappears. He has to stay away because even the Mist is afraid of this thing.
After a while, Stark in his massive black armor suddenly falls to the ground in this street. Several armed helicopters behind him take turns firing, causing debris from the ground to fly. Captain America and Spider-Man follow closely, trying to find a way to subdue this giant.
Before Stark can jump away from this street again, a loud music suddenly comes from the rooftop. It can no longer be called music; it is a sonic weapon.
The entire ground shakes, and the black creature in the middle of the road starts trembling wildly. Then, in an instant, Stark lets out a sharp scream, collapses to the ground, and returns to his human form. The black shadow flashes and disappears.
The surrounding armed forces immediately surround the area, but Peter is faster and takes Stark away. By the time S.H.I.E.L.D. arrives, there is no one there, no alien creature either.
Seeing S.H.I.E.L.D. agents appear here, the military start to realize that perhaps this is all a trap by S.H.I.E.L.D.?
It is well known that the conflict between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military has reached its peak, with Robert openly accusing Nick several times. Could this be an assassination attempt against General Robert planned by the cunning S.H.I.E.L.D. director?
Nick doesn't respond to this at all, but he believes it is highly likely that the military has taken the alien creature. He has to force them to hand it over. He can't allow them to discover that the alien possesses Stark's memories and abilities, or else the military's expansion will be uncontrollable.
When they hear that this thing comes from S.H.I.E.L.D. and killed their general, the military certainly can't give in. They demand an explanation from S.H.I.E.L.D., but to protect the secret of symbiote,Nick doesn't respond to anything. The two sides start butting heads, neither willing to back down.
Meanwhile, Schiller is standing in a ward of the Presbyterian. Strange, who appears exhausted with two big black eye circles, stands next to him. Schiller says to the just awakened Dr. Connors, "Doctor, good news."
"...I'm alive? Indeed, that is good news..."
"No, even better. You are alive, but General Robert isn't."
Connors: "...?"
On the other side, Peter brings Stark to the rooftop of Stark Tower. Stark is still a bit confused. Venom is suddenly expelled, and Stark doesn't know what happens.
With a soft sound behind him, Stark sees Schiller appearing behind him, holding a glass jar with black mud inside.
"So it is what he looks like."
"Yeah, a blob of mud, just like you when you're drunk."
Stark lights a cigarette and asks, "What is that injection? Why does it make him go crazy immediately?"
"You found that?"
"Of course, there's no such convenient coincidence in this world. The military develops some kind of serum that just happens to stimulate the extraterrestrial creature from who knows which galaxy..."
"That general doesn't cheat you. That thing can indeed stimulate the human brain."
"So..."
Before he can finish, Schiller shakes his head, "It's impossible. Obadiah's situation is too complicated. And it has severe side effects. Your uncle is too old to withstand such stimulation."
Stark looks disappointed.
"But it might still be possible." Another voice sounds. Stark looks up and sees Dr. Connors walking out from the rooftop door. He says, "I can extract the beneficial parts from this peculiar serum. Perhaps it can be turned into a treatment for neurological disorders..."
"What is going on exactly?" Stark asks.
Dr. Connors stands opposite him and says, "I have to say, the media's reports about you are indeed incorrect. Although you are a jerk, you still have a sense of justice. I apologize for the damage I caused at Stark Industries."
Stark is stunned for a moment, about to ask something, but Schiller says, "Stop chatting here. Come to my clinic to have talk. You will find out how exciting this story is."
After the sun gradually sets, the lights on the streets of Hell's Kitchen begin to dim. In the psychotherapy clinic, Dr. Connors and Peter go upstairs to rest, while Stark, who has listened to the story, feels drowsy.
"So now you know. The one who kills others is the symbiote, and the people who die deserve it."
"You're worried I would feel guilty and regret? No, I won't. I only regret not letting that mussy chew a bit more."
"How does it feel to be free from that mussy?"
Stark falls silent and slowly closes his eyes.
Perhaps geniuses are always lonely. But he doesn't want to admit he has become so pitiful that, even knowing an alien isn't worth trusting, he still longs for the feeling of being understood and accompanied.
"An exciting story?" Stark murmurs softly, "No... no, it's a boring story, so boring."
He thinks even in this story, there isn't a single flawless hero from traditional ones. Trouble caused by a pile of mud entangles a group of the messy.
But it is the boring story that gives him a good night's sleep that he hasn't had for many days, or even years.
One morning a few days later, just as the sunlight is coming in, Schiller, who has just woken up, opens the lid of the glass jar and throws a chocolate ball inside.
The black mud immediately wraps around the chocolate ball, then suddenly freezes. Then, the mussy twists its mud body and emits a series of pleasant brainwaves.
On the bedside table, a piece of golden-red candy wrapper shimmers in the morning light.