Title: parasitical tendencies
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: mid-season 1 Peter
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Note: I wrote this when I hadn't seen any of seasons 2 or 3.
They're all tangled up inside him, interconnected strings, a web around him and through him. He's a sponge, soaking up abilities like water—like a parasite.
He's nothing without others, just that lost dreamer—but he could become the most powerful. He doesn't even know if he has a limit, a point where he's taken too many. He wants to find out, to try it all. He's nothing without the rest, not even realizing as he copies their ability.
They are pieces of him now, facets of his being, skills he never learned yet possesses. He is just a parasite.