As a Symbiote in Marvel multiverse

**Earth-2149Z**

Inside the remodeled Avengers Tower, now known as the base of Obsidian Legion, a name Peter chosen for his army.

In the training room, Peter was deep in thought. It had been a while since he injected himself with the enhanced Extremis serum crafted by him and Shadow. Though it didn't significantly boost his strength, it allowed Raphael to forge a new suit—one designed to channel his magical powers with ease.

Unlike the Malvare Suit, which specialized in symbiotic and technological weaponry, this new armor was perfect for his mastery over the Mystic Arts and elemental abilities like thunder and lightning manipulation. He decided to call it Extremist suit.

(Extremist suit)

As Peter tested the limits of his new suit, his senses flared. Someone—or rather, a group of people—had breached his world.

A quick mental probe revealed their identities: Cindy Moon, Susan Storm, and a female variant of himself, Petra Parker. A curious combination. Though his Obsidian Legion—the symbiote-zombie hybrids—surrounded the newcomers, Peter signaled restraint. He didn't want unnecessary bloodshed, at least not yet.

"Shadow," he commanded, "escort them here. Don't harm them."

Shadow who is beside him nodded and swiftly vanished into the shadows to execute the order.

Moments later, the trio found themselves in Peter's lavish living room, teleported directly by Shadow.

"Please wait here. My liege will arrive shortly," Shadow announced before disappearing as silently as he came.

Cindy immediately flopped onto a nearby sofa and her eyes darting around curiously. For some reason she felt comfortable here. Though the same can't be said about the other two.

Susan, the cautious one, paced the room, analyzing some details. Meanwhile Petra approached the floor-to-ceiling glass window and her breath began hitching as the futuristic cityscape spread out before her.

"Guys, look at this," Petra called them.

Susan and Cindy joined her at the window, their eyes widening at the sight.

The city was a fusion of lush greenery and cutting-edge architecture. Sleek flying vehicles zipped through the air, while some even teleported across short distances some even teleported to God knows where.

Petra suddenly thought, 'If they can make teleportation devices, why use cars. It seems idiotic.'

"This… this is insane," Cindy whispered while pressing her palm against the glass.

"Are we in the future?" Susan muttered while looking at the seamless blend of nature and technology. "This kind of tech doesn't exist in our timeline."

Petra nodded silently and her mind is racing with possibilities.

Then the door creaked open, drawing their attention. Peter entered casually, wearing a black hoodie under a white shirt, paired with blue jeans. His presence immediately shifted the room's energy.

"Good evening, ladies," Peter greeted while stepping to the center. "I've got to say, seeing you three together is… unexpected. But, hey, welcome to my world." He spread his arms with a smirk. "I call it the Nexus. I'm Peter Parker, a version of him from Earth-66."

As he spoke, something strange happened. Peter felt an overwhelming pull towards Cindy and Petra. His instincts screamed to claim them, it was especially the case with Cindy, he wanted to immediately pin her down, rip her clothes and claim her as his, but his self-control was ironclad.

However, the same couldn't be said for the women.

Cindy's heart raced uncontrollably, her body itching to leap into Peter's arms. She bit her lip and is struggling to maintain composure. Petra wasn't much better; heat flushed through her veins, pooling in places she wasn't comfortable acknowledging.

"What the hell did you do to us?" Petra growled with her fists clenched tightly. She glanced at Cindy, whose flushed face mirrored her own struggle.

Susan, however, seemed unaffected, but she wasn't blind to her friends' strange behavior. Her guard shot up instantly and is ready to unleash her powers if needed.

Inside Peter's mind, Raphael was barely suppressing laughter. "Your body's pheromones are so potent, you've got two gorgeous women ready to jump you. Congrats, Peter—you've got the dream body of every man."

'Thanks for the compliment,' Peter deadpanned mentally. 'Now, reduce whatever effect my body's having on them. It's hard to have a proper conversation like this.'

'Why? It's fun seeing them like this—'

'Raphael.'

'Fine, fine.' Raphael sighed. 'I'll minimize the effects, but I can't erase them completely.'

Peter rolled his eyes, with biological manipulation he can control his body with a single thought, he didn't believe Raphael can't completely suppress the affects but decided to let it go.

Moments later, Cindy and Petra felt the overwhelming heat subside—though not entirely.

"I'm sorry about that," Peter said with a sheepish grin. "Turns out, having multiple Spider-People's DNA in my body will have some side effects and my physiology… releases certain pheromones. I've dialed it back. Now, how about we sit and talk?"

Before they could react, the room shifted. In the blink of an eye, they were all seated on plush sofas in a different part of the tower—a luxurious room with a panoramic view of the city below.

Cindy, Susan, and Petra sat on one side, while Peter lounged comfortably on the other, his piercing eyes studying them with quiet amusement.

"Now," Peter said with his tone light but with an edge of curiosity, "what brings you lovely ladies to my world?"

"Oh, where is my manners? Do you guys want something to drink?" Peter asked while flashing a friendly smile. Before they could respond, soft drinks appeared in their hands as if by magic.

Everyone raised an eyebrow and their gaze shifting from the drinks to Peter, who was casually sipping red wine from a sleek glass. Beside him sat a table with a Château Margaux 2005 bottle resting elegantly.

Seeing their puzzled expressions, Peter chuckled softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't know your ages, so I held back on the wine. But don't worry…" He snapped his fingers, "…I'll adjust accordingly."

Susan blinked in surprise as her soft drink was replaced with her favorite cocktail. Cindy and Petra glanced down to find their own preferred drinks in hand. The three exchanged curious glances before silently nodding to one another, while Peter leisurely enjoyed his wine.

Taking a sip, Peter sighed in contentment. "Man, it's good to relax like this sometimes. Though, it's even better with beautiful ladies like you around."

They deadpanned at him, unimpressed—except for Cindy, who blushed furiously and tried to hide her face behind her red scarf, earning a teasing grin from Peter.

Peter laughed softly, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'm sorry about that. Just trying to lighten the mood." He snapped his fingers again, and in an instant, their clothes were mended, looking brand new. Even their minor injuries had healed.

"I should've done that earlier," he mused. His playful demeanor faded and is replaced by a more serious tone. "Now… to the important part. What are you doing here? This isn't your universe."

The trio exchanged wary glances. After a moment, Petra spoke up, her voice sharp. "How should we trust you? We don't even know if you're a good guy or a bad guy."

But Cindy leaned forward, "I trust him."

Susan and Petra turned to her in surprise. Peter raised an eyebrow in curiously.

"I don't know why," Cindy continued and her gaze fixed on Peter. "But I can feel that we can trust him."

Petra narrowed her eyes at Peter. "Is this some part of your… powers? That's a pretty lame trick. What did you do to Cindy?" Her voice rose and is laced with suspicion.

Peter sighed while rubbing his temples. "This is getting us nowhere."

Before anyone could respond, the air in the room shimmered. A star-shaped portal suddenly opened across the room, its edges glowing with vibrant energy.

Peter's eyes widened. 'I know that portal.'

A figure leapt through from the top of a nearby building, landing gracefully in the room. The portal snapped shut behind her.

"America!" the trio exclaimed in unison while rushing to her side.

America Chavez who stood up and is dusting herself off, grinned and pulled them into a tight hug. "I'm glad you guys are safe."

After sharing a few hurried words, America's eyes flicked over to Peter. She froze and her eyes widening in recognition. Pointing a finger at him, she blurted out, "Wait… Are you the Peter?... The Peter Peter I know?"

Peter chuckled while standing up and is slowly approaching her. "If I remember correctly, that's not how I introduced myself, but you're right, it's me. How are you, America?"

She rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly, leaving Susan, Petra, and Cindy visibly confused.

"I'm glad we met again," America said before pulling back with a smile. "It's been a while since I last saw you. How's Gwen?"

Peter's eyes softened. "I'm doing well. Gwen's good too. You should visit our universe sometime." He gestured toward the trio. "But it seems like you've made some new friends."

America turned back to the others, realizing their curious stares. "Oh! Guys, meet my friend—Peter Parker."

Susan sighed, crossing her arms, while Petra's expression turned more irritated and turned her face sideways. But Cindy's smile grew even brighter.

Then, America's face turned serious as she looked back at Peter. "Peter, I know this is sudden, but… we need your help."

Peter mirrored her serious expression before nodding. "I'm always ready to help a friend. But first, tell me what's going on. Let's discuss the details."

Within a blink, they all found themselves seated again, America now joining the group, feeling more at ease in Peter's presence.

"When did you become an expert in the mystic arts?" she asked while raising an eyebrow as she took a sip from the glass of wine that had appeared in her hand.

Peter smirked and is swirling his own glass. "A while ago."

America nodded thoughtfully, placing her glass down on a table beside her. She took a deep breath and turned to Peter. "Now… where do I even begin?"

...

In an unknown dimension, shrouded in endless darkness and filled with a sea of black goo, the air was thick with the memories of countless symbiotes that had come before. This was a place where the echoes of their lives lingered, a realm of forgotten power and ancient malice.

Amidst the void, a new, unfamiliar symbiote emerged. Its form was different—unlike any other symbiote that had ever existed. It looked around with a curious gaze, its glowing eyes piercing the darkness. But its curiosity was short-lived.

From the shadows, a swarm of grotesque creatures surged forward, their twisted forms lunging at the newcomer with vicious intent. The symbiote reacted instantly, its body shifting and morphing as it fought back. Acidic tendrils erupted from its hands, dissolving the attackers with ease. For a moment, it seemed unstoppable.

But the swarm was endless. The more the symbiote fought, the more the creatures multiplied. Overwhelmed, the symbiote was eventually restrained, its limbs pinned by the writhing mass of monsters. It struggled fiercely, but the creatures dragged it deeper into the darkness, toward a foreboding destination.

They approached a throne-like structure, crudely formed from blackened stone and organic matter. Seated atop it was a figure who is ominous and still. His entire body was sheathed in writhing black goo, obscuring his features. In both hands, he gripped a long, ancient sword, its hilt is the only thing visible and it's body is encrusted with the same dark substance that clung to him. His head remained bowed and the weight of his malevolent presence pressing down on the very fabric of the dimension.

A deep, guttural voice rumbled from the figure, reverberating through the cavernous expanse.

"This is... a surprise," he murmured while lifting his head slightly. Though his face remained hidden, his piercing gaze could be felt like daggers in the air. "A symbiote I did not create."

The restrained symbiote writhed violently, but the creatures tightened their hold. In a desperate move, it dissolved into a mass of black goo, slithering across the floor but that wasn't the end, whatever remains slowly moved and began merging with the handle of the sword gripped by the shadowed figure.

Silence hung heavy in the aftermath.

Then, a low chuckle escaped from the man's lips, growing into a full, maniacal laugh that echoed through the dark realm. The creatures trembled, recoiling in fear from the sound.

"How wonderful," he hissed and his laughter fading into a sinister grin. "It seems I've found a new way out of my prison."

"Go," he commanded and his voice is a dark symphony of power and malice. "Go and increase your strength across the multiverse. Hunt down the new symbiote army. Draw out the one who calls himself the Monarch of the Symbiotes."

The Xenophages hissed in unison, their bodies contorting as they began to open rifts—portals to other dimensions, other worlds. The dark figure watched and still had his head down but his eyes are gleaming with malevolent anticipation.

"When he comes for me," he whispered, "I will devour him... I will take his power... break free from this prison... and bring an end to... everything."

His laughter erupted once more, a sound that resonated through the entire dimension.

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