I thought it was a cool thought, and then it came out like this. Tell me if you guys want more of this. XP. Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or the Avengers.

Chapter 1

Mary Jane Watson

The darkness of night swallowed the day and the moonlight illuminated my figure.

Panting, panicking.

Grasping at a wound that wasn't there anymore, the blood-my blood, still staining my clothing.

"Calm." A voice sounded out, like it was right next to my ear. Male sounding and clear.

My spine runs rigid and I frantically look around me. "Who's there?" More… thugs?

"Calm down."

It's too dark to see anything beyond the alley, but the voice seems close. "Where are you?" I pull out my phone from my back pocket.

"If you call the police, they'll think you're crazy."

"How did you see that?"

"I see everything you see, because I am you."

Cryptic.

"I need you to calm down, so we can talk."

I take a deep breath. "Okay. Talk."

"I, am a symbiote. A intergalactic race that bonds to a person, copies genetic traits, and enhances their abilities. You are that person to me, Mary Jane Watson. We share that bond."

I shift uncomfortably. "So, we're partners, in a way?"

"Precisely. I can not survive without you now, and I gift upon you my power in return. A symbiotic relationship."

"That's… cool. Why me though?"

"You were in need of help, so I came."

I rub at the hole in my shirt, from where that lowlife stabbed me. "Yeah. Thanks."

"My pleasure."

A thought occurred to me. "Wait, how many of you are there?"

"If you are referring to my race, then thousands were alive, before dying out."

"Oh."

"There are currently two existing symbiotes on earth. Know that each symbiote is different, coming with their own special abilities, weaknesses, and bond strength. We have a good bond strength, better than good actually. That makes us strong."

I swallowed. "What makes a bond strong?"

"Depends. For one of the symbiotes on this planet, it is the insane and unhinged nature of the host. That symbiote feeds off the bloodlust and carnage, and the desire to kill."

"Oh." That's… more than mildly terrifying. Horrifying actually.

"For us, it's the kindness and hope you exude. The desire to help people and how I helped you, is a sign of our… bond match."

Ringing in the back of my head makes itself known. "What's that?"

"Danger nearby."

An explosion went off, and I could feel the vibrations through the concrete.

"What was that?"

"An explosion."

I rolled my eyes. "I know that."

"Well you were the one asking."

Sirens blare off in the distance and I start panicking. "Do you think people are hurt?!"

"Why don't we go find out?"

I hesitated.

I wasn't a super heroic person. I wasn't a very confident person, not as I projected myself to be. This-hope and kindness stuff the alien in my head was spewing was not completely off, but I didn't feel the need to help every person I saw, or pictured myself as a very hopeful person.

So why…

I glanced back at the street painfully, my fists clenching.

"Rgh-I'll help people! You don't let me die!"

"That's the plan."

I rushed off, moving closer to where the explosion went off.

Debrie, fire.

People.

Shit people.

I ran up, feeling panicked. There was a guy with his leg stuck under a huge slab of concrete. A few others struggling to get up, with what looked like injuries and dust staining their clothes.

And then I saw the building.

"Holy shit." I gasped, reeling back.

It wasn't anything big. Nothing was still on fire. But the small little convenience store would probably never open again.

Mechanical failure. Gas leak explosion.

I got images of the materials and parts made to hold things together, and what must have failed.

How do I know this?

"Knowledge, memories, strength and ability. It's all given and stored in every symbiote."

What? Does that mean you've been bonded to someone else before me?

If so, what happened to them?

"No. Passed down geneticly through asexual reproduction. The symbiote I was spawned from must have had a host with great intellectual power compared to the others of your race."

Well that was good to have. Good to know. Guess that makes me a genius now. Awesome.

I wasn't stupid by any means, but I'd never be some super genius. Now that the alien 'symbiote' mentioned it, I could feel myself thinking faster.

But that's off topic.

I was there for over an hour, picking up debris, asking people if they were alright.

In the end I went home to an empty house.

Right. Aunt Anna worked night shifts as a nurse.

I sighed, wincing as I draped my body over the couch.

What a long ass day.

I get stabbed and cornered by a bunch of rapist thugs, an alien saves me, before bonding to me, giving me superpowers. And then I run into a disaster area to go help civilians.

"I'm hungry."

"Me too buddy."

I pulled out my phone. "Want to order some pizza?"

"... sure."

I unlocked my screen, pulling up my contacts.

One of my friends, Gwen, was there and I called her.

"Mary?"

"It's MJ." I corrected teasingly. "You would not believe the day I had."

"Yeah?" Was the slightly nervous reply. Gwen was shy and reclusive at the best of times, always trying to disappear in the crowds. I befriended her recently when we did a group project together and the two of us really hit it off. I really wanted to break her out of the geeky nerd shell.

"I almost got mugged, and a convenience store I was next to exploded." I listed off, leaning further back into the couch. "A lot of people got hurt and I spent over an hour helping people load civilians into the back of ambulances."

"Wow." She sounded surprised. "That does sound like quite a day. You weren't hurt were you?"

"No, thankfully."

"What are you doing?" Rang the slightly irritating voice.

Sh.

"I'm glad you're okay." Gwen murmured.

I felt my heart warm. "Aw." Gwen's too precious.

"So do you have any plans tomorrow?" I asked.

"This doesn't sound like a food call."

"Can you quiet down I'm trying to talk to a friend." I muttered.

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing. Some guy bothering me." I gave the mental picture of a glare.

"I'm in your head! She can't hear me."

I can't hear myself think. I retorted.

"We're supposed to be eating!" Came the indignant reply.

"Well, I don't think I'm doing anything tomorrow." The blonde on the other end said shyly.

"Great! That's great. I'll talk to you more at school, I have to let you go. Food sounds really good right now."

"O-okay, bye!"

"Bye!"

I hung up, huffing. "Can't a girl talk to her friend in peace?"

"I-"

I waved him off. Mentally. "No, let's just get some food."

…...

I was swinging down, or rather up, through the city. It was a cool night. Half the noises came from cars caught in traffic, the rest from the busy nightlife. Another day, another New York.

Then he showed back up. Eddie. He, but he was covered in this goo. I remember it so clearly.

The eyes of a deranged man looked back at me. Whatever consumed him eating at his sanity. I remember the feeling of dark thoughts plaguing my mind, feeding at it's own growing and strengthening feel of darkness and sickness. Worse than a poison. A parasite.

Then he-they, formed the face of a monster. And a mask that'd haunt my dreams with a name I'd remember till the day I died.

"Venom."

…...

I woke up gasping, crisp cold air lighting my throat. Cold sweat running down my back.

What… wha…?

"Ah, remnants of memory."

My attention jerked to the thing living inside me. "Huh? The heck was that?!"

"Our kind copies everything. Those thoughts, personality traits… negative emotions. From what I know the original couldn't handle the amplified emotions given by the symbiote and reacted badly. The resulting backlash and exposure to the second host permanently deformed and twisted the original symbiote."

"I… huh? What does that mean for me…?" My brows furrowed in concern. Whatever that black, twisted creature-man was… I… I definitely didn't want that.

"Of the original, we were born. My sister and their host, and us. I. Think of it like a branch, one going two entirly different directions. A subspecies of our race born from a corrupted one of our kind, the parent alien."

"How does that explain anything?" I frowned impatiently.

"We, us, we're pushed into moral and positive traits completely opposite to my sister and their host. This is good. That means we won't go insane. That means we stay strong, stronger than the other two even."

"Good… I think. Yeah, that's good."

I groaned, stressed out. I couldn't deal with super intense situations at-I checked my phone.

4:00 o'clock in the morning.

Back to bed. I'd deal with ending up an inane creature right out of a horror film later.

………

I got up early, restless from the early morning scare.

My aunt wasn't there to greet me on my way out, per usual, and I made it on the bus in record time. Maybe it was because of the way my bones felt like they were infused with 10 shots of caffeine, but I'd like to think I was being responsible for once.

School was school. Crowded, judgemental, and full of socially conscious inane hormone driven teenagers.

But I quickly found who I was looking for.

"Qwen!" I rushed her with a hug, one she seemed to try to dodge. Silly. You can't dodge my hugs. "It's good to see you."

She withdrew into herself a little, pushing up her glasses while still trapped in my arms. "U-um, yeah… I didn't see you over the weekend." She mumbled.

I graciously let her go. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Come on, I wasn't that much.

"I was wondering if you could stop by at my place after school today. I could use a friend over, we can do homework and stuff."

"I… friend?"

"Yeah, friend. That's… what we are aren't we?" I bit my lip, nerves fluttering in my stomach.

"Yeah… yes. I-friends. Um, today?"

I grinned, suddenly happy. "Totally. See you around Gwen."

"Yeah."

I waved goodbye to her, heading to my first period.

…...

The work was numbingly boring.

Not because there was a lot, well, that was part of it, but the reason it was mind numbingly boring was because I was a lot smarter than I was Friday of last week.

Which meant anything I didn't know I quickly absorbed, and everything I did was quickly written down.

After that was the waiting. I quickly got into the habit of looking at people(people watching?) by the second period.

There was Elizabeth Allen, a long haired, blue eyed, brown haired girl. She's the class president. I've heard she's very serious, usually hanging around her friend Randy. He's a nice guy, I've seen him in the halls now and then.

I managed to spot Peter.

Peter was… I mean, I knew he had a crush on me. It's not that I didn't like him, but his aunt and my aunt constantly badger me about dating him.

I get it, he's nice, I know. I hated the feeling of them forcing a relationship. I kept my heart closely guarded, if I wanted to date someone it had to be with 120% certainty.

Peter was just the shy awkward boy I knew since I was a kid.

Maybe if he man'd up and asked me out I'd give him a date. But rather how unlikely that'd happen, I'd like to focus on some of my other classmates.

Felicia Hardy. She stuck out like a sore thumb. A loner, with a hair color almost white. Startling green eyes, Felicia was stunningly beautiful and knew it.

The second I transferred to this school I instantly knew I wanted to be her friend.

But I was chicken. She sat in her baggy hoodie, scrolling on her phone and as bored as I was, mindlessly filling the time.

Before I knew it the bell rang.

I jumped up, relief playing on my face. Glad for school to finally be over, and then sent another glance at Felicia.

And as she moved out the door so did I.

The halls were crowded but with my new senses it was easy to follow her. I don't know why I did, probably impulse. My rough plan was 'be her friend'.

It wasn't looking good for me.

Lost in thought I almost didn't notice when she turned a corner, the crowds thinning out now.

I did notice the finger pressing harshly against my chest as I turned the corner after her.

Sharp green eyes glared flatly at me. "What?" She demanded.

My brain blanked for a moment.

Before it restarted.

"Um, hi, my name is Mary. Um, you could call me MJ."

"I know. I got your name a few days into you eye raping me from across the class."

I flushed red, embarrassed and ashamed. Nerves started jittering and I tried to hold myself together. I would sneak glances at her occasionally ever since I transferred here. I had been thinking about talking to her for a while really.

"Sorry. Really, I've been trying to work up the courage to talk to you."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Are you confessing?"

"Confess-" Oh.

I blushed almost as red as my hair, face burning.

"No, I'm not-I just wanted to talk to you." I stuttered out, backing up. Thank god nobody else was in the halls.

God that's totally what this looks like. I'm such an idiot.

"It's-dumb, I know. But I wanted to be your friend and you didn't seem very approachable."

"That's the idea." Despite her flat words, I could see her relaxing a bit with my enhanced eyesight.

Good. Okay, progress. I calmed down, thinking clearer. "Do you want to be?"

"Do I want to be what?"

"Friends."

She let out a surprised laugh. "You don't want to be friends with me."

My brows furrow. "I do."

She frowned, mirth leaving her eyes. "Okay Red… this weekend, you and I are going out on a little trip. Here." She put something in my hand, a slip of paper. Oh, cool.

I got her phone number.

"I'll call you and send you the location. Be there."

She walked off, confident and beautiful.

I really admired her. She was just too awesome. Now that I was pretty cool myself I hoped we could hang out.

My girl crush on Felicia aside, success!

I watched the new Venom movie lol. Hoped you liked it bye!