<Pilots> 

Soo uhh, funny story. 

In class, one of my friend's friend, (i KNOW very complicated) spelled "Twenty One Pilots" like this: 

21 pilots. 

<Tell me what is wrong wit dat> 

Anyway. 

DC er Marvel?  -  My answer - MARVEL

Batman or Superman?  -  My answer  - Batman. Superman's super OP like Supergirl, Wonder Woman and other peeps. Plus he b da dark knight. 

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Stark Tower

5:31 P.M.

"How the fruit cake did you get in my tower?" Tony practically yelled as everyone crowded Peter. Steve took the boy in his arms and ran to the Medical Room. 

Everyone followed in a hurry, yet Tony persisted in finding out how Deadpool of all people got into his super secured <obviously> tower. 

"He was on the roof, did you not see him, Mr. Fruit Cake?" Deadpool snickered. Tony threw his hands up in the air and walked away.

"So what's wrong with him?" Natasha asked Bruce as said scientist was looking over Peter's vitals. The black goo lashed out and smacked Natasha in her side. She grunted as Wanda flicked her wrist, her face twisted in concentration.  The goo or whatever it was reeled back into Peter's body. With one push of a button, Bruce secured Peter and the black goo into an enclosed bed. The bad was sealed off with a glass case that secured the black goo from reaching anyone. 

"I don't know, but obviously Peter's in an insane amount of pain."

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Peter blinked opened his eyes. Looking around, he only saw black. No beginning, no middle.

 No end. 

Slowly he picked himself off the floor, rubbing his sore hands. 

'....Where am I?'

"You are in a unconscious state, but you are still aware of  me. And that's all that matters, now," a hissing voice answered. The voice was rough and edgy, yet it was non-human. 

Who are you? 

There was a hissing chuckle. "I am you, now," it answered. Peter shuddered. 

'N-No. I am me, you can't change that.'

The chuckle came back. Faintly, Peter saw a shift in the darkness. 

"If you let me join you, I will, -No I can!- make you stronger, better. 

Faster," Peter lifted up his head. Suddenly Gwen was behind him.

"If you joined him, Peter," she started, walking forwards. Peter noted the blood coming out of her nose and her mouth, not to mention the bruise on the back of her head. Peter shut his eyes tightly. She stepped until she was right next to his ear, whispering: 

"I would still be alive."

"No!" Peter yelled, swinging his arm at her. When he opened his eyes, she was gone, turning into a white fog, leaving him alone yet again. 

"She wasn't wrong," the annoying voice spoke. Suddenly, a black goo merged together in front of him, small pieces coming from all directions. It formed a Spider-Man. A black and gray suited Spider-Man. 

"I am a symbiote. You are Spider-Man. I need a host, and who better than Mr.

"With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility"? I am offering you that power now, Peter. Do the sensible thing.Together, we can be unstoppable, we will be Venom,"  it hissed. It reached out his hand to Peter. 

Hastily, Peter brought his hand to the symbiote's-

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There was a long, dreading beep. Everyone's eyes snapped to the heart monitor. It went slack. 

"No!" Wade yelled. Everyone's eyes snapped up in sadness, confusion, and lost hope. Bruce typed furiously on the computer. After a solid minute, they called it. 

"No...," Wade whispered, real sadness in his voice. 

Suddenly, a familiar heart beat started on the monitor once again. 

"Bruce!" Tony yelled, grabbing the scientist. Bruce, eyes wide, typed onto the computer furiously. 

Suddenly Peter's body jerked, and Peter's eyes grew wide as he gasped for air. He turned to his side, curling in on himself, breathing irregularly. The black and gray receded, turning into the red and blue. There were tears in his eyes from the amount of effort his body was producing. His knees were mounted on his stomach, and they were not moving. His arms shielded his torso whilst his legs covered them, covering his stomach. 

Bruce was checking his vitals, and nobody dared to speak. 

"Vitals are normal," Bruce said, "and there's nothing wrong with his body." Bruce pressed a button, and the glass encasing then receded from Peter's body. Wade immediately rushed forward, helping Peter sit up, muttering small, 

"It's okay, it's okay. Breath, deep breaths. Good. Keep going." Everyone was surprised at the sweet gesture, but nobody said anything. 

Eventually, Peter got his bearings. 

"What happened, Peter?" Steve asked, looking at the teen. Peter shook his head while Wade patted his back gently. 

"I-I-I d-d-don't k-k-know," Peter stammered, breathing out. He shook his head, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." Peter remembered the encounter with the symbiote and froze. 

Was it still in his head? 

Did it leave him alone? 

Did they bond? 

....Is that what Gwen really wanted? 

Is he going insane?  

"...Peter?" Tony asked, looking at the boy. He glared at Wade. "I can make him go if he's making you uncomfortable." Peter shook his head, unconsciously scooting closer to said mercenary. 

"N-No I want him to stay," he all but whispered. Tony sighed, but didn't make any move to get rid of the Merc. 

Peter sighed, letting go of reality. 

He closed his eyes and tried to catch up into some much-needed sleep. 

Wade didn't move at all as the boy fell asleep. 

Tony would never admit it, -not in the million years- but he smiled faintly at the gesture. 

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SPIDEYPOOL?

YAY? 

NAY? 

Comment whether I should add it to this story or not. 

If 5 or more people say "no" it will just be a friendly relationship. 

<Cause I know some of my readers don't ship it, and I dun want ya guys to leave, I love you all>

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