Disclaimer: Wearing a Spider-Man costume does not automatically give you his powers. That is all.
AN: A little "What if...?"-type story for the comic book universe that I couldn't help but think of. (Because I'm a twisted, spastic little psycho.) What if Spidey hadn't been able to tear the symbiote off when he was in the bell tower? What if indeed...
Spider-Man laid on the cold stone floor of St. Catherine's bell tower, utterly exhausted in both body and spirit. He was too late. The symbiote finished the bonding process; sending tendrils deep into his body, permanently fusing itself to his every cell, and rendering the sound that wounded it just hours earlier ineffective. Though the sonic vibrations still caused the alien (and host) excruciating agony, to Peter's unending horror, it wasn't enough to dislodge the now-rooted "black suit." The thing was in him now, an integral part of his body, directly attached to each nerve and muscle. The only way it was coming off was if it wanted to leave. Spider-Man had lost completely.
Or had he?
The webslinger pulled himself up off the flagstone and leapt out of one of the tower's arches. It hurt to move, but he couldn't afford to wait. He had to get to Forest Hills as soon as possible. There was still hope just as long as Aunt May had chocolate chips in the pantry.
Through skilled acting, unending charm, and no small measure of wheedling Peter managed to obtain a plateful of piping hot chocolate chip cookies to go from his dear Aunt May. The same plate of cookies that now sat before him inside the enhanced containment unit in Reed Richard's lab.
Peter could feel the symbiote loosening its hold, pulling away slightly as it observed the delectable sweets. The plan was working! Just a few minutes more, just a little bit longer...
Finally the symbiote could stand it no longer. Reaching out with a thin tendril, it probed the cookies, taking a cursory taste. Peter, and behind him Mr. Fantastic and the Human Torch, held their breath. This was the moment of truth.
Turns out, the oozing extraterrestrial liked cookies. Who knew?
Detaching itself completely from a very relieved Peter, the symbiote launched itself across the lab in a flurry of writhing tentacles and teeth to land on the pile of cookies. If it noticed the containment unit sealing around it, it gave no indication and continued to single-mindedly devour the treats down to the last crumb.
As Peter dashed out of the lab to change into his classic red and blue webs (He had left a spare suit at the Baxter Building after the last time the symbiote was stripped off him. He sure didn't want a repeat of the Amazing Bag-Man incident...) he couldn't help but laugh. Aunt May was right. There wasn't a thing in this world, or any other, that could resist her freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies.
AN: Sound, fire, and homemade cookies are the only weaknesses that symbiotes are known to have. Wouldn't it be awesome if it was discovered that Carnage could be stopped by a plate of scones? That would sure be something...
In other news... In my hometown's Fourth of July parade yesterday, there was a guy in a Spider-Man suit! A really good one too, however... It's a harsh truth, but let me tell you: If you don't have the physique of Spider-Man, you really shouldn't be wearing the skintight spandex!