Alright everybody, this story will feature elements from Spiderman 'The Other' storyline and David Cronenberg's 80's classic, 'The Fly' which this story was inspired from. It will also feature my favourite Marvel Pairing between Peter Parker and Carol Danvers.

Now without further ado

Dakkaman777 proudly presents

Man…..or Spider

"Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is" – Albert Camus

*First person – Carol Danvers/Ms Marvel

I couldn't believe it…..I never would have thought in a million years that this would happen and to me at that.

I couldn't move an inch, my arms and legs were stuck in place, or should I say held in place? Held in place by the webbing that covered the room, but this was not ordinary webbing or the stuff you would get from your ordinary spider, this webbing came from the man I…well…..I guess he isn't really a man anymore.

He stood in few feet front of me like a spider would, waiting for its prey to wear itself out so he could close in and kill it. I could do nothing but try with every last ounce of my strength to break free of the sticky substance, but it was stronger than any steel and it did its job of holding me brilliantly. My incredible strength and superhuman abilities were useless now.

I heard him snarl as I struggled and my survival instincts kicked in, I froze in place and looked at him.

God I wish I hadn't looked….I couldn't bear to look at what he had become, what he had changed into. Slime and drool dripped out of his mouth and onto the floor, hissing ever so slightly as it did, those dreaded mandibles flexing, if he had lips or a tongue he would be licking them right now. His eyes however I couldn't see as the shadows blotted out the rest of him. He was crouched yet he was still taller than me, his now inhuman muscles flexed and bulged out, impossibly almost.

He slowly walked closer to me and my breathing stopped, my heart race increased.

I couldn't believe that this had happened to us, we were happy, we were content, but this…..dear god I just wanted him back the way he was. A man whom I loved…..not this…this…..monster looming over me.

He was inches in front of me now, I could now see his eyes…all six of them…but the ones that I concentrated on were the ones that were always there. His human eyes, those brown chocolaty orbs that I loved to gaze into. I had to believe that he was still in there…I had to….even if there was trace of the man I loved inside this hulking monster.

My eyes wandered over to the shredded Red and Blue garb hanging loosely on his figure, the only trace of who he as before.

"…..P-Peter….." I whimpered in fear as his eyes all fixed themselves on my face, I could read a great amount of things in his eyes.

Fear

Confusion

Terror

Lust

Anger

Rage

I could tell that he was in pain…even after all this time he was hurting and badly, if I could move my hand to his cheek I would but the webbing was stopping me. The tears in my eyes dripped down my cheeks as he drooled slowly onto the floor beneath us.

He really did a number on me

My outfit was torn in several places, my red sash was on the floor beneath us and my skin was cut and bruised in several places. Not a single trace of his skin could be seen as his entire hide was covered in grey and black fur like that of a tarantula. His claws were massive and menacing; but they were not the reason for the damage done to me.

He stared at my face in confusion and titled his big head to the side before bringing one of his huge clawed hands to my face. My heart stopped and I flinched as his hand touched my cheek, but his reaction was not what I expected.

He withdrew his hand as I flinched

I could see it in his eyes, he was hurt, and he was confused.

"Peter….P-Peter it's me…Its Carol" I pleaded as my tears went down my cheek.

He looked up and brought his huge claw to my face and caught my tear with his index claw and looked at it hard. My heart was filled with hope, he was still in there, somewhere the man I loved was still inside and he could recognize me.

But then he began shacking and trembling uncontrollably and he brought his hands back up into his head. With a series of grunts and screeches shook his head about like he was in pain, my god I wish I could have helped him, if not for this dam webbing.

He suddenly stopped and looked back up at me, his once brown eyes were now completely black and lifeless, there was nothing.

No humanity

No trace of the man I loved

Just the Spider

He snarled as he looked back up and slammed his arms at each side of my head, both hands leaving craters by my sides. His head came closer and I could hear him sniffing, he literally buried his face in the crook of my neck and took a long deep sniff. I could feel his fangs and mandibles brush against my skin ever so slightly as the second set of hands protruding from his back grabbed a firm hold of my hips.

I could feel his drool dip down my neck and I could hear how heavy and laboured his breathing had become. I knew exactly what the monster had in mind and I dreaded it with all my heart and soul. He sniffed deeper and I could feel his hands massaging my hips as if preparing me for something.

My thoughts went back to how this horrible ordeal came to pass, how Peter had turned from my hero and lover to this…..thing. How things only got from bad to worse, and how our lives had turned to this.

How I Carol Danvers, Ms Marvel, found myself under the complete mercy of an abomination that used to be my lover, Peter Parker…..the Amazing Spiderman.


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