HELLO EVERYBODY AND WELCOME BACK TO BONDS!
Thank you for coming back. In some news, my exams are coming up soon from the 20th of June to the 6th of July so I don't know how much I will be able to write on those dates but I'll try and get something out before then. Now let's get to reviews.
Anomimus Maximus: Thanks, glad you like her.
Spiderman1Fan: Thanks and yes, he is a dick. Also thanks for the suggestion.
Eye of Sauron: Um... what do you mean by 'Furies?' Just asking. And thanks for the suggestions.
Chimera629: Well someone had to say it to the guy, and he does kind of blame them, but he blames Tony the most.
Incarnate47: Yea, I kind of like that idea but I might go with only having new ones at key events casue if I have one very few chapters, it'll becoming boring to read eventually with him just gaining new powers all the time. Also, I will be diverging from the PROTOTYPE powers, in-fact the next one that will be coming up is something different. And Squirrel Girl, huh? Doreen Green? I like it. I'll think about it. Thanks. And he will eventually, don't worry.
Guest: Quite a few people want Scarlet Witch and I liker her so... yay!
DragonMasterJohn: Oh it wouldn't be Iron Man doing that; it would be Deadpool himself just showing up and messing shit up. (HINT HINT)
Dr4G0NB411Z: Thanks, I guess but I wouldn't go that far.
Guest: Thanks and I'm glad your hooked and happy.
GuestL No problemo.
Lord Terronus: Eh, thought that it would be weird with both the suit name and his hero identity with the same name. The Iron Legion is a group of Iron Man armours that Tony uses to control situations, and they are all A.I controlled. They were in Age of Ultron if that helps. Also thanks for the suggestion.
GhostTeenageGirl: Thanks but I don't think old red and blue will entirely fit. Eventually I might go with something like the superior costume considering that I really like that kind of costume but thanks for the thanks!
Antenesis: Actually, I really like Black Cat; one of my favourite relationships for Peter actually so I might put her in. I would be fun.
Guest: Scarlet Witch. Yep.
Major Wallace: Thanks.
Now, here is the harem list at the moment!
Kitty
Rogue
Laura
Wanda
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Send in those you want to see. Now onto chapter 10!
Waking up to the face of a symbiote was not how Peter expected his day to begin; that is what happened, however.
Instinctively, Peter leapt to the ceiling and nearly busted a huge hole in the roof. Trying to figure out what was going on, he vigorously rubbed his eyes free of sleep until the room was clear and the giggling figure of Malice stood by his bed-side. With a sigh, Peter dropped himself from the ceiling and onto the floor, allowing the symbiote to edge across his body to form a red hoodie and black joggers.
"Good morning, Peter. Sleep well?" The symbiote asked, all the while smiling and giggling to herself.
"Well I was…" Peter said, shoving his hands into his pockets before glancing over the alien. To be honest, he didn't really know how to classify Malice; he was using the pronoun 'she' but he really wasn't sure. I mean, she's an alien, goopy, black liquid that can transform into the shape of a woman with a woman's voice and figure but was she really a… well, she? Sighing, Peter just gave up deciding that he would ask her later on.
Actually, that wasn't such a bad idea.
Turning back to Malice, he saw her looking at him with a glassy expression in her eyes.
"Peter…"
"Malice, I need to ask you a few things. Come downstairs, I'll make breakfast." He smiled a small grin at her before moving past the relatively busty girl and making his way to the stairs. As he walked, he was making a small list in his head of what he was going to ask her; this was the kind of stuff he needed to know.
Touching down on the last step, his feet felt cold against the oak when they hit it causing him to shudder slightly. Malice did the same thing before both turned their attention to the kitchen, with Peter walking into it while the symbiotic girl sat down on the table opposite.
"Malice," Peter asked while opening up the fridge, deciding that he was making pancakes. A lot of them. "Do you even need to eat human food?"
"No, not really. I can enjoy the taste and the flavour, but do I need it to survive? Nope! You satisfy me enough!" Swinging his gaze to the girl, he gave her a confused look with concern in his eyes, with Malice catching on soon enough. "Oh, Klyntar only need their hosts to survive as we take portions of their nutrients, blood, energy, vitamins, all that jazz so that's why I said you satisfy me. Think of it like a mutualistic relationship; I give you super cool super-powers and a bad-ass suit and you give me this body and what I need to survive." The last bit caught his attention.
"Wait, what do you mean that I gave you that body?" Leaning against the counter-top, he put the equipment down and crossed his arms.
"Well, my entire appearance comes from what I found in you psyche; like your preferred height, hair type, eye size, bust and waist sizes, things like that. However, I got most of it from a combination of two girls in par-tic-tacular! Miss Mary Jane Watson and Miss Gwen Stacy!" Raising his eyebrow, he decided to study her figure a bit more. And the more he looked, the more he could see the resemblance; Malice had MJ's bust size and face shape with Gwen's height and hair-style, with wide hips that didn't look like they were really from either girl. Wow, he was just a dirty pervert.
"Huh, never knew that I looked at them like that… Wait… Now please don't be offended when I ask this but-"He began, placing his hand on his chin but Malice cut him off.
"How can you be sure that I'm a girl?" She asked with a smile, leaning forward with confidence in her voice.
"H-How did you-"
"Lucky guess. Anyway, all Klyntar are born genderless and only gain a gender once they bond with their first host. Mine was a girl so here I am now; I am able to take the shape of a female. Even in my goopy, black sludge-like form, it has differences depending on if your first host is female such as the goop being thinner or having more or less threads." As she spoke, Peter couldn't help but see the sadness in her eyes when she mentioned her first host.
"Did something happen to your first host?" Peter asked cautiously, not wanting to bring up bad memories.
"Nothing important." She gave him a small look and Peter knew that she was lying but let it slide for now. "Anyway, anymore questions?"
"Well yea, actually? How come I get some abilities when I-"
Tony glared at his monitors as he ate, silently berating his team-mates.
How could they not see how dangerous this guy was?! No-one knew who he was, for a start, and he was holding one of the most powerful weapons in the galaxy right at the end of his hand. Well, that last bit was kind of like a lot of Avengers and superheroes but they can all be controlled somehow and they know what it takes to take them down if something ever happened but this kid? He's unpredictable. And Tony hates unpredictable.
Viciously tearing at his sandwich, he began running last minute checks on the Iron Legion, the battalion of metal men standing in the next room along. He had been implanting each soldier with all known data on the symbiote so they can cover every angle of the new vigilante.
Sighing, the Iron Man swivelled his chair to turn to the massive T.V.
"JARVIS, bring up security cameras all around the city. I will stakeout here all day if I have to." He called to his A.I and smiled lightly when hundreds of feeds popped up at one. "Is there anything happening that can be connected to the symbiote?"
"Yes sir. He just showed up near Times Square."
"Good, send in the Legion." Behind him, Tony could hear the 12 suits all activate with blaring blue lights and shoot out of the facility towards the square. When the noise died down, Tony smiled triumphantly as he took another bite of his sandwich.
Peter found himself lost when he was swinging.
He was still thinking about his and Malice's talk this morning. He had learned so much about Klyntarian culture and what is meant to be what is known as 'the perfect host', one of the main reasons why he can both stay in control and Malice can even come into existence. However, when he asked her to explain why she had called him the 'Second' she just shut up and ordered him to make breakfast and any other time that morning when he even suggested it, she would go off and do something else or just disappear. After a while, Petr decided to use his weekend to just swing about New York.
Shooting a thread to an opposite building, he smirked behind the mask as he flew through the air, leaping off buildings and doing acrobatic feats before swinging off again. Pulling himself forward, he landed on the top of one of the skyscrapers in Times Square and just looked out on the people below, going about their daily business. He could see a few things that caught his interest, though; there was a film crew interviewing people and a bunch of people crowded around a car.
A sudden spike filled his mind and Peter just jumped in time to avoid a blue ball of energy that had been sent careening towards him. However, his Symbiotic Sense was overwhelmed when over 11 other signatures entered the airspace, causing him to lose track and be hit head on some sort of flying object. When his body broke the concrete below, he pushed the figure off to see what resembled an Iron Man suit but it looked… different. It was grey and had blue streaks running through it with what looked like different rustic markings all over its body. It also had the familiar arc reactor and hand cannons that the famous Tony Stark had installed in his own suit.
Shoving it back, Peter leapt to his feet to see identical robots circling him in the air, all with their hands pointed in his direction. However, Peter's attention was more focused on the large crowd that had begun to gather.
"Cool! That's the Iron Legion! I wonder what they're doing here."
"Hey isn't that the new hero Strife? He looks so cool in person!"
"What the Hell! Is the Iron Legion going to fight Strife?!"
Swigning his eyes in every direction, he began to survey the crowd only to see them getting closer. Taking a step forward, he pulled his hands up.
"Get ba-"A massive blue beam shot him square in the spine and sent him careening into a near-by wall. Shaking away the pain that was taking over his skull, Peter moaned as screams and shouts began to fill his ears. With his eyes full of fire, Peter leapt up and over the now fleeing crowd, the suits deciding to come to a stop on the road while still continuing to shoot at him.
As he was avoiding the shots, however, he noted several people who were in the cross-fire. Shooting two threads to people near the middle of the fire-fight, he pulled back and sent them flying towards him before he caught them and put them onto the earth, all the while avoiding fire from the machines. After a while, everyone was free from the fight but the screaming persisted and Peter's head was beginning to sting. Cracking open his eyes, his sight was set directly onto the 12, imposing machines.
Stark may be out to get him, but now he was endangering citizens. This was getting out of hand.
And he needed to stop it.
With a loud, thundering roar, Pete propelled himself forward with his blade let loose and with steel resolve, cut the first suit in half, guts made of wires spilling out as if fell to the floor before Peter kicked it's head into the concrete below. Standing above the shattered ground, he roared again before rushing forward, teeth and blade out in full force.
The massacre had begun.
"Jesus Christ…"
Jonny Storm watched the new hero tear through these robots like they were cardboard, taking their shots to his chest before running forward and dismembering the machines. It was just cold-blooded and made Jonny's body go stiff. So this was Strife, huh?
Around him, he could hear the hushed gasps of his sister and Franklin. Looking over to them, he saw the young boy sitting on Susan's lap with wide eyes and a look of fear in his eye, with Mrs. Storm being in a similar state.
"So this guy's come back." Ben pointed out, leaning back into the sofa to watch the destruction. Turning back to the T.V, Jonny could only agree with him.
Strife was here to stay. And he meant business.
"What the fuck is going on?!"
That was the general consensus from the X-Men as they saw the teen that they had captured two nights ago tear through the Iron Legion with such grace and ease that it almost looked fake. But the oily black blood that littered the floor from both parties held testament to the realism in this show.
"Oh my God…" Kitty muttered, hands over her mouth as she saw Strife pull one of the suits apart with his claws before crushing the face plate in his hands and throwing it through another.
"He's taking on Stark's Legion like they are nothing." Bobby pointed out, just as shocked.
"Strife is seriously strong…" Laura muttered, also quite jarred by what she was seeing but she had not only seen worse, but done worse as well.
"Tony Stark attacked him, in the middle of Times Square, with hundreds of civilians around. I hope those machines get shredded." Rogue said with anger in her voice and soon enough, everyone seemed to agree with her.
Strife was going to win this.
Peter took in heavy breaths as he observed the carnage around him.
Hollow husks of dead suits littered the deserted street, orange sparks flying to the ground from their shattered and broken limbs. Wires hung down from their bodies, draping the ground in royal reds and blues along with the cracked concrete and damaged buildings. Around the dying figures of steel, small fires raged on, coating the shells in a warming embrace.
Sucking in a large gulp of air, Peter felt his fists tighten around the dismembered arm of the member of the Iron Legion that lay at his feet. Squeezing the metal tightly between his fingers, he crushed the steel with ease.
Peter Parker was pissed.
Looking up at the battle-field, stained with his blood and the oil spat out buy the machines, he willed his body to move before taking off into a sprint and leaping onto the wall of a skyscraper. Gritting his teeth, he sent his fist spiralling into the wall before ripping at the concrete.
"Peter..." The frail voice of Malice broke through his skull and made Peter chuckle.
"I'm okay, Malice. However, Tony Stark needs to pay, for everything." A high pitched giggle that made Peter's skin crawl filled him mind.
"Oh he will... Trust me."
OOOH! Interesting! Thanks for reading and next chapter Peter will be figuring out some stuff with the Legion and might be meeting some members of the X-Men again... Maybe. Anyway, send in people you wan to see in the harem and have a nice day! Goodbye!
-Jack