Snuggles The Symbiote

After goofing off for a little bit, I started making my way for the arctic circle. I couldn't be sure which of the Avengers would be there, but several of them had codices so...

Avenger's Mountain looked even more impressive from the outside, like a giant suit of powered armor, even though I knew it was actually a lot more like a giant god or alien made of cosmic metals...

I could feel the whole thing on my technopathic senses and the cosmic energy within me, from Archangel and the tiny traces from the Blood of Apocalypse reacted to the power of the celestial... If I wasn't here for a reason I might have been tempted to fly in closer and closer like a moth to a flame, but...

There, there were a couple of codices present. I bamfed into the nearest two, which were together. I saw Captain Marvel in civilian clothes sitting up from a bench with an adamantium barbell, and impulsively decked her in the face while shouting "surprise!" I don't know why I did it, but I didn't feel bad about it. She'd had that coming ever since she went crazy and started illegally arresting people for crimes that hadn't happened yet.

Of course, randomly punching someone wasn't exactly the best way to say hello so naturally the other person with a Venom codex in the room, Jen Walters, hulked out and grabbed me in her bigger and stronger than me gree arms. Full Nelson.

I let her, it's not like I needed to move to get what I wanted.

Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel... "You know... Monica was a better Captain Marvel and Kamala's a better Ms. Marvel," I mused out loud. "You're basically nothing."

I didn't really hit her hard enough to hurt, so once she righted herself she turned to me and asked, calmly and evenly, "Who are you, what are you, and why are you here?" Nothing about the punch or insult.

"A mutant," I said calmly. "A mutant... Fun?"

Captain Marvel went to pinch her nose, but before she could say anything I bamfed out of She-Hulk's arms and psionically removed the Venom codexes from both of them. This time, just to be intimidating, I literally ate the codices and... "Oh. Oh, fuck."

She-Hulk's was pretty normal, codex been in her spine ever since she was a fill-in member of the Fantastic Four when Spider-Man had dropped off the black suit and it broke out and tried to get to Franklin... Except a few months ago a bunch of Celestials fell out of the sky, dying, and one of them basically fed itself to her adding its considerable power to her own... Instantly her base power had shot up to far, far stronger than Dr. Banner's strongest personality had been at his Angriest(when he got back from that time he got shot into space.) And she's been steadily getting stronger ever since... Also, apparently Hulks were immortal. As long as their powers were in place they couldn't permanently die. I was only getting a small fraction of that to start... But on top of the powers, I already had it didn't much matter, and with how fast my symbiote was adapting now I'd have the whole thing soon enough.

And... Aliens taught her how to psychically give her superpowers and physical characteristics to other people in exchange for taking their powers and physical characteristics. I wasn't sure I was ever going to use that, but it was something cool to know was a thing.

Captain Marvel's was interesting too. She'd been possessed by Venom back during the Siege of Asgard, with the codex slowly adapting since then. the only major bump since then was when she got back the powers she had when she was hooked up to a Binary Star System(except without the binary star-system to power them) except... Except that not that long ago she'd been infused with the DNA, power, memories and spiritual essence of Thor, Black Panther, She-Hulk, Iron Man, Black Panther, Captain America, and Hawkeye. Several times more than was needed to fully replicate their powers. It'd only been for a few minutes and the memories were jumbled as hell, but it was long enough to get recorded in her codex. the code hadn't done much with it yet, but...

Back to that Binary thing though... She didn't have the gas int he tank to use that constantly, she had to absorb a lot of power from somewhere else to use them...

But I had literally just gained the powers and genetic traits of a living, cosmically enhanced, nuclear reactor, after having already had their baseline powers, and a second dose of the same powers. Plus maybe an hour ago tops, I absorbed the DNA of a man whose whole body was an impossible efficient, thermodynamics violating solar battery. And a crapload of cosmic power. And my body was partly made of a godly mineral that slowly magnified whatever energies were stored in it. She couldn't use those powers long term, but I could. Unlimited ability to generate all forms of light, heat, and radiation. Manipulation of Gravity and full access to the power of the Electromagnetic spectrum...

I hadn't been expecting more than a small boost in power from Carol and Jen, since I already had their powers since Mister Snuggles was spliced with them, but instead...

My muscles bulged and tensed as I grew bigger and stronger still, till I was good and proper hulk-sized. Then I ignited in cosmic fire.

"Oohh... Yeah..." I hissed, a slight echo trailing my voice now. The warm fuzzy good feeling was fading fast though, so I bamfed up a few floors.

In a laboratory, I found Tony Stark talking to a really short brown guy with a scary bug-lizard head. Like a tiny humanoid Brood and...

"I wanna say that you're Broo, right?" I said. "Aren't you an X-Man? Isn't you being here a huge conflict of interest?"

Broo blinked. and then got up from his seat. "I am going to leave. Mister Stark, please call me when the crisis is over and we can get back to figuring out how to debug a Celestial's brain."

"I'll only be a second," I said with a smile, then plucked out Iron Man's codex. It was kind of like Venom and kind of not and was a metallic silver color. Taking it in my hand and absorbing it, I realized why: He hadn't worn a real symbiote. He'd made a synthetic one out of Nanomachines and pieces of the Venom symbiote. A cyber-symbiote that behaved like an Iron Man suit and could turn into, and mix and match the parts of, every armor he'd had up to that point... He'd also been infected with a strain of the Extremis Virus when he wore it, and had one of his R-T Nodes cybernetically implanted into his body. The Codex had recorded all of that information, absorbed some of the Extremis, and absorbed some of the other strain of Extremis he'd had before but got turned off that was still in his body and the genetic enhancements he'd given himself to pilot his armors better.

A bunch more scientific and technological knowledge and a bunch of stuff that massively improved my techno-organic aspect and technopathic powers... And the R-T Nodes I guess magnified my energy generation powers.

One more Codex. One... Ancient... Powerful Codex. Thor's Codex.

I bamfed to another room. Some kind of office or meeting room. It seemed that Thor had been talking with Black Panther about something, but they both turned to me when I made my entrance.

Then an alarm started sounding. Someone must have finally decided that everyone in the building needed to know I was here.

I didn't even have to do anything. Thor's codex tore out of his ear on its own, shaping into something flappy and lizardlike on its own so it could jump to my waiting hand and merge and...

Years. Billions of years. Thor's life, and Thor's power... Thor's DNA, and the energy from Mjolnir and the Odin Force and even the Power Fucking Cosmic, yes, but also the billions year-long crusade of a man named Gorr and the DNA and... small traces, dredges really, of life-force, magical energy, cosmic power, psionic energy, and divinity from countless Gods, Fae, Demons, particularly powerful psychics and sorcerers, mutates, Eternals and even a Celestial slaughtered by Gorr in his billion-year long conquest of misotheism and murder and by the sword's creator for countless epochs beforehand and in the center, the image of a man.

A slaughter. Countless lives exterminated by that blade... It was almost overwhelming but... No. I won't be broken. I could handle Carnage I can handle this. I was stronger than this. I had to be stronger!

A Blueskinned man in dark armor, holding a massive greatsword in a single hand, riding upon a dragon through the void of space ahead of a veritable army of similar creatures.

Knull. Oldest Thing of This Universe. Primordial, Elder God of Death, Darkness, and Madness. The perpetrator of the first murder in the universe. Father of the Symbiotes.

When it cleared, I was kneeling. I pushed myself up and without conscious thought, I formed my sword. My necroblade, was the proper term for it. Except now it was the original. All-Love... No, All-Black, shifted in my hand, going from a Carolingian to a great sword just like the one I'd seen Knull wielding. In my hand was All-Black the Necrosword reforged.

"Not quite," the voice of the sword whispered in my ear, "but with each codex you claim from now on, not only will your own strength grow but my own power will become closer and closer to my original self and no one will be able to stop us."

I couldn't help but smile widely and toothily as the power that had been in the codex was dumped into the reactor that was my being and began to grow. As my body began to adapt to the DNA of countless gods and godlike beings

Thor looked at the sword in my hand and his eyes widened in recognition. "I know not who you are," he said, "but you must relinquish that evil weapon at haste."

"I'm afraid I can't do that," I said. My head was still swimming from... Had that wall always been purple? "I'm sorry M'lord, but God is Coming and the God-Butcher needs to meet Him when He gets here."

I vanished in a burst of smoke and brimstone and thought... with All-Black... With the First Symbiote Reborn, I could feel every last symbiote and codex on the planet... There were bi hotspots of them, in a few places... A really big one, ancient and primary, in California... But another hotspot, a little smaller... That same symbiote, but also Carnage, in Colorado. The Ancient Symbiote who spawned them was there... And it was hosting in Cletus Kassady...

Did it still count as revenge if it was the clone who kicked your ass and you got catharsis by beating the crap out of the original, foiling his plans, and eating his symbiote in front of him? Becuase I was gonna do that. there were other, easier to get sources of symbiote codices I could get to first but I could do that later, I was gonna go beat the ever-loving shit out of Cletus Kassidy.

With a toothy smile, I made my way to Colorado and... Spider-Sense Tingling!

I had to quickly fly out of the way to avoid a huge bolt of lightning coming down from the Heavens themselves.

I'd teleported hundreds of miles away from Avenger's Mountain, but that didn't stop Thor from catching up to me, lightning crackling from Mjolnir.

"I am deeply sorrowful that it has come to this, but I cannot allow you to keep that weapon."

AN: This is a bit on the short side but I wanted to get something out because I feel like a failure if I haven't done at least one productive thing a week.